He lifted his face, swiped his mouth with the backs of his fingers, and then dragged her farther up the bed as if she weighed nothing. Which she did, compared to him. The man probably benched twice her weight.
Jason crawled onto the bed and up her body, nudging her legs wider before settling between them. His next frenzied assault was on her lips. The moment his mouth landed on hers, she opened for him, tasting herself on him. The sheer naughtiness of this encounter made her shudder as he angled his head to one side and devoured her.
He kissed with the same level of urgency as he’d sucked her nipples and then eaten her pussy. This first kiss was more of a tsunami. Mind-blowing. Life-altering. She was fully consumed by him. His taste. His soft lips. The power behind his every movement. The way his cock nestled between her sensitive folds as he pressed against her. Why the hell was he still dressed?
Jason cupped her face with both hands, angling her head where he wanted it. He tasted every inch of her mouth, frantically deepening the kiss with every passing moment as if he were dying of thirst and she was his last drink.
When he finally broke free, he shoved to standing again, his gaze penetrating hers as his hands went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
She lifted her arms, suddenly feeling exposed and wanting to roll to her side or shield herself in some way.
“Don’t move an inch, little one,” he admonished. “Keep your arms where I put them. Legs open. You’re so fucking sexy. Every inch of you. Let me watch your chest rise and fall while I remove my clothes.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by her willingness to obey him. It was impossible not to. He commanded it. This was his show. He was that powerful. It didn’t occur to her to disobey him. It wasn’t an option.
She splayed her legs open wider, pressing her knees into the mattress as she drew in deep breaths.
He dropped his dress shirt to the floor finally and slowly lifted his white T-shirt over his head. For some reason, he didn’t seem to be in nearly as big of a hurry to remove his clothes. He was performing for her. Stripping. The sight was amazing.
Libby let her gaze wander down his hard, defined pecs, noticing his only tattoo was on his right bicep. She recognized the insignia as some sort of military tattoo—a skull wearing a beret with a knife between his teeth. Every inch of his skin was perfection. Gloriously masculine and all Alpha.
He undid his dress pants and lowered them next as he kicked off his shoes. Socks disappeared, and then his hands went to the waistband of his briefs to shrug them over his hips.
When his cock sprang free, she gasped before she could stop herself. He was huge. Jesus. Thick and long and so hard. His erection bobbed in front of him as he let her look. Finally, he bent over, grabbed his pants, and pulled a foil packet out of the pocket. When he stepped closer and used one knee to climb back up onto the bed, she was no longer breathing.
He nestled between her legs again, this time his warm, hard flesh pressing against her pussy. He landed on his elbows and cupped her face. “Your eyes are very wide. Are you a virgin?”
She shook her head. “No. Just… You’re bigger than I’ve seen before.”
He smiled slowly. “Don’t worry. I’ll work you up to it. If this is what you want, I mean. Tell me to stop and I will.”
Her eyes popped wider. Stop? Is he crazy? “God no.”
His grin widened. “Okay. Just checking. I know I’m demanding when I fuck. I like to be in control of everything, but I don’t take what isn’t freely offered.”
“I’m yours.” After those words slid out, she sucked in a breath. They were too intense for this one-night stand.
He didn’t flinch though. In fact, his gaze searched her face. “I like the sound of that, little one.”
She licked her lips. “For the night, I mean.” Obviously. She didn’t want him to think she was getting ahead of herself or that she was clingy. This was a one-night stand. She was clear on that.
Ignoring her explanation, he continued, “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers nice and slow, and then I’m going to fuck you. You’re not going to move an inch while I do so. If you do, two things will happen.” He lifted a brow.
She took the bait. “What two things are those?” Her words were barely audible. Breathy.
“I’ll come too fast if you try to control things or squirm, and then I’ll flip you over and spank your bottom for disobeying me before I let you come. Understood?”
She nodded. “Yes.” One word. Breathed out. The thought of his palm spanking her bottom caused a rush of arousal to run out of her. She shuddered. No one had ever come close to dominating her like this. Even verbally he was a master of her body.
In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined this night going down like this. Him dominating her. Her obeying his every word.
Her liking it.
Craving it.
Wanting more.
Part of her wanted to feel the sting of his palm on her bottom. More of her wanted to feel his cock in her pussy.
Jason rose onto his knees and then kneeled between her legs, pressing them wider again. He held her hip down with one large hand while he found her folds with his other fingers.
He held her gaze for a long time as he eased a finger into her, and she marveled at the way he could manage to so precisely drive her mad with desire while his gaze remained on hers. And then she realized why he was doing so. He was gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay. It was
