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I still wasn’t going to fuck her. No matter how much she begged, I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. Just like last week when she rocked herself to orgasm on my lap, we were going to take things slow, one step at a time. I refused to rush and risk triggering an old memory; she’d been through too much. What I’d told her was true—I’d wait weeks, months, years for her.

Grasping the hem of her shirt, I slowly drew it up her torso. Her stomach contracted as the backs of my fingers brushed along her skin, and her breasts lifted as she inhaled sharply. I pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then grasped her hips again. I kept every move slow and controlled, determined to take my time with her.

Her eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly, and I just had to kiss her. She responded tentatively, opening her mouth to me a little at a time. I swept my tongue over her lips, gently coaxing her to give in and let me take care of her.

Her arms wound around my shoulders, and I slid my hands down to the curve of her ass before lifting her into my arms. I carried her to the bed and lay her in the middle of the mattress. She blinked up at me then and swallowed hard.

“I’m right here, beautiful.” I lay next to her and traced her collarbone with one finger. “It’s just me.”

Keeping my touch light and seductive, I dragged my fingertips down her sternum and continued lower until I’d reached the dip of her belly button. I spanned her waist with my hand, gradually increasing the pressure of my touch. Her chest rose on another deep breath, but she didn’t stop me.

Taking that as a good sign, I moved southward until I reached the waistband of her pants. I slowly worked them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a sexy pink bra and a pair of matching panties.

I kissed one hip bone, then the other. Her breath stilted for a second, and I watched as her hands briefly curled into fists before relaxing once more. Returning to the waistband of her panties, I kissed her pale skin, then dipped my fingers beneath the fabric. Keeping one eye on her and using my mouth as coercion, I slowly worked them off until she was finally bared to me.

Christ, she was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. Her body was tense, and I lightly kissed the inside of her thigh, renewing my promise to her that I would go slow. Her scent wafted up to my nostrils, becoming stronger and clearer the closer I got to her. I couldn’t fucking wait to taste her, but I somehow managed to clamp down on the reins as desire raged through me.

As I neared her core, her body tensed even more. I slowed, dragging my lips along her silky smooth skin, taking my time tasting and teasing. Carefully, I slid my hands under her hips, lifting her slightly so she was exposed to my view. Her eyes were closed, the muscles of her abdomen and legs rigid. Keeping my gaze locked on her pretty face, I lowered my head and kissed the bud of her entrance.

Her hands slapped down on the comforter, and I paused but didn’t relinquish my hold on her. My lips hovered mere millimeters from her core, and I waited, watching as her hands fisted in the comforter. Darting out my tongue, I traced the outer lips before flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at the center.

Her muscles contracted, quivering with anticipation and need, and I kissed her again. Then again. I continued my slow assault, watching her, feeling every tiny shudder that rocked through her body. Her hips twitched, then jerked as I dipped my tongue inside her, and I knew she was ready.

I slid one hand around and dipped a finger deep inside her. Her back arched and she let out a little moan that reverberated through her pussy and right into my body. It sent a shockwave of need through me, and I ground my erection into the mattress, every nerve ending on fire for her.

Her hands lifted, then landed on my head. Her fingers curled into my hair, holding me close as I devoured her.

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHLOE

I woke up next to a wall. A very hard, delicious smelling wall. I stretched my hand, dragging my fingers along Jason's torso as I buried my nose against his chest and breathed deep. Every inch of him was sheer perfection. He was naked from the waist up, and I hadn’t been able to summon the energy to get dressed before falling asleep.

He'd unlocked something in me last night, put me at ease in a way no one else ever could. I knew Jason would keep me safe, protect me from anything and everything. My nipples tightened as his legs shifted and the coarse hair brushed my own smooth skin. One hand rested on my hip, and his fingers curled into my flesh.

“Morning.”

His voice was deep and raspy, and it rumbled through his chest, sending a faint vibration through me and causing a flare of warmth to shoot straight to my core. My nipples felt tight and needy, and I snuggled closer, pressing my chest to his to alleviate the ache. The old me wouldn't have hesitated to sleep naked, but the new me was too vulnerable.

This was the first time in more than a year that I had slept without clothes, let alone woken up next to someone. Last night I’d fallen asleep wrapped in Jason's arms, enveloped in the warm cocoon of his body heat. Here I felt safe. Content.

He’d seen me at my absolute worst, yet he somehow made me feel beautiful and perfect. He stripped away all of my insecurities with his loving words and soft touch, and his restraint showed his true character. If he’d just wanted sex, he could've taken me to bed a week ago, or even last night. But he’d pumped the brakes, even when I practically begged him to keep going.

Looking back, I could admit it was too soon. I needed the reinforcement, needed to be slowly led back into intimacy. But Jason had held me tight the whole way, caring for me, making sure that I was comfortable and at ease.

And right now, I was closer than ever to giving in. I wanted him, all of him. And not just because of what had happened with Jeffrey Wainwright a year ago, but because I truly liked Jason. It was scary to admit even to myself, but I desired him. I was falling for him despite every rational warning my brain conjured up. I knew he would take care of me. And I was ready. Judging from the thick bulge pressing against my thigh, he was ready, too.

I shifted slightly, testing him to see how he would react. As I had known he would, Jason turned his hips slightly to the side so his erection was no longer poking into my leg. “Sorry, it's a morning thing.”

I smiled. “So I can look forward to this every morning?”

Jason paused, and his fingers tensed where they rested on my hip. “I feel like this is a trick question.”

I laughed, then tipped my face up to see him better. I couldn't help but tease him. “Is it me, or is it like this every morning?”

“Always around you, for sure.” His voice was deep and gravelly. “But I wake up hard every single morning.”

At his admission, my heart plummeted to my toes. I didn't have time to respond before he continued. “I wake up so hard sometimes I have to rub one out before I get out of bed. Because I spend all night dreaming of you and waking up alone.”

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