He hated to admit she was right, and he knew his insecurities were clouding his judgment. She’s not Veronica, he told himself yet again. It was hard to remember that when every time he turned around, the similarities between the two of them piled up.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “Please stay.”
She turned around in his embrace and tipped her head back, her hands on his hips. “One condition.”
“Anything.”
“My brain is on overload. I’m exhausted. Can we just sleep?”
He smiled. “Of course.” Relief flooded him. For the first time since he could remember, he’d give anything to have this woman in his bed, in his arms. Even if they didn’t have sex. “One condition,” he parroted, offering her a sly smile.
“Anything,” she repeated.
“I get to wake you up with my mouth on your pussy.”
She smiled broader. “Who could turn down a deal like that?”
He released her long enough to grab her bag and then they headed down the hallway to the master bedroom.
She entered his bathroom and shut the door, reemerging five minutes later. In the meantime, he’d stripped down to his boxers and climbed under the covers. She padded toward him in the dark, removed her shoes and jeans, and then unfastened her bra and pulled it off under her shirt. She dropped both on the floor and climbed into the bed.
He would have rather had her naked, but he would take anything. The moment she was under the covers, he spooned her, wrapping one arm under her breasts and kissing her neck.
She sighed, relaxing into his embrace. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“Any time, baby girl. I know it might seem like it, but I don’t think our relationship is based on sex. Do we have amazing sex? Yes. Is it mandatory? No. I just love having you in my arms.”
She snuggled closer, he hoped in agreement.
Chapter 17
Libby smiled as she slowly came awake. The sun was just starting to peek around the edges of the blinds, and true to his word, Jason was between her legs, the covers shoved down the bed.
She was still wearing her panties, but he had his arms hooked under her legs and was kissing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She fisted the sheets at her sides and arched her chest when he scraped his teeth along the edge of her panties.
“I love that sound, little one.” He nosed her pussy through the silk material, causing her to groan again. In one swift movement, he drew back, grabbed the hem of her panties, and tugged them off her body. Two seconds later, he was back between her legs, his tongue lapping at her folds.
She arched again. He could play her body like no man ever had, and she loved being reminded of it often.
“Push your shirt up over your tits, baby girl. Play with your nipples for me.”
She shivered at the demand but somehow managed to haul her T-shirt up toward her neck and then cupped her breasts.
He was kissing her pussy, nibbling it, really. All over. Driving her arousal higher by the second. “Please…”
He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Pinch your nipples, baby. I want to see them stiffen.”
She obeyed his command, whimpering as she plucked the swollen buds.
“Good girl. Keep playing with them while I get you off.”
She’d never done anything like this, but it was heady. Granted, she’s masturbated for him on the phone, but this was different. She was fondling herself while he watched. And it felt so good.
He sucked her clit in hard, making her dig her heels into the mattress. When he released it, he flicked his tongue over it rapidly.
As her arousal rose, she pinched her nipples harder. They were going to be sore later. She didn’t care. It was worth it right now.
When his teeth scraped the hood of her clit, she cried out. “Jason.” She was panting, shaking with the need to come.
Suddenly he stopped, releasing her pussy.
Her eyes went wide as he leaned over her body and tugged the bedside table drawer open. He was back moments later, kneeling between her legs, rolling a condom down his cock.
His gaze was on hers. Possessive. Serious. Demanding. Hot as hell. And then he dropped onto his forearms while she continued to stroke her breasts. He thrust into her without warning, taking her breath away. Her eyes rolled back as he kissed her.
It was hard to return the kiss since her brain cells were only firing messages to her pussy, but he teased her lips open with his tongue and then stroked it along hers.
She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.
He waited until she was squirming beneath him to pull out and thrust back into her.
She moaned into his mouth, making him smile against her as he released her lips and met her gaze. “Damn, you are sexy.” He held her gaze as he thrust again. And again.
She tipped her head back finally, unable to maintain eye contact as she neared the edge of sanity. And then, she was right there, holding her breath, willing the orgasm back a few more seconds. God, she loved that space, the time between when she reached the edge and when she fell off the cliff. That delicious point where she teetered before falling.
As her orgasm took over, Jason thrust harder until he too stiffened and came deep inside her.
When they were both spent, he hovered over her several more moments, kissing her face and neck and lips. Finally, he pulled out and dropped to a hip beside her, one leg between hers, his hand on her belly. He was struggling to catch his breath. “Good morning.”
She giggled as she smoothed a hand over his forearm. “Yes, it is.”
An hour later, they were both showered and dressed, sitting at his kitchen island.
“You’re off today?” Jason asked
