Page 25 of Make Me Melt

“Oh, Jason,” she murmured. “You’re so...so beautiful.”

“Enough,” he muttered and reached down to stop her hand from     exploring him further. He pulled her upward. In two strides, he reached the bed,     drawing her with him. Her arms slipped around his waist, and she pressed herself     against his bare chest.

“You smell so good, just like I remembered.” Her voice was low     and sexy. “Why did you stop me? I want to touch you everywhere.”

“I want that, too.” He slid his hands up the length of her     arms. “In fact, if you don’t touch me, I think I might die.”

She laughed, a huff of breath that washed over him and caused     goose bumps to rise on his sensitized flesh. She gave him a gentle shove,     forcing him back onto the mattress. Then she was straddling him, her hands     braced on either side of his head. Her robe gaped open, and Jason realized she     was almost nude and her gorgeous breasts were right there, practically in his     face.

Jason drew her down, covering her mouth in a heated kiss. She     trembled and leaned against him, until he could feel the swell of her breasts     pressed against his chest. Heat lanced through him, and he deepened the kiss,     sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. She met him with a beguiling fierceness     that took his breath away, first spearing her tongue against his and then     sucking on it, drawing it deeper. Her mouth was hot and succulent.

As he angled her face for better access, she lowered her body     and then, sweet Mary, he could feel her, rubbing back and forth over his     throbbing erection. The sensation was so exquisite, so pleasurable, he wasn’t     sure he could stand it. While he wasn’t exactly a monk, it had been a long time     since he’d been with anyone. His self-control was tenuous, at best.

Without giving her time to protest, he turned her beneath him     in one swift, smooth movement. She let out a small sound of surprise but then     settled back against the pillows with a sigh of delight and wound her arms     around his neck, feasting on his mouth.

Oh, yeah, this was perfect, except that now she was arching     against him, rotating her hips against his in an invitation that was     unmistakable.

Jason dragged his mouth free and bent his forehead to hers,     sucking in deep breaths. “Easy, sweetheart,” he gasped. “I don’t want to go too     fast, and if you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

She gave him a bemused smile. “Really? But you’re a marshal. I     thought you guys were all about control.”

He raised his head and looked down into her flushed face. Her     blue eyes glinted in the moonlight, shimmering with arousal. Her mouth was     swollen from his kisses, reminding him of a ripe strawberry. He wanted to bite     her.

“Where you’re concerned,” he said, his voice husky, “I have no     control.”

It was the truth. He was breaking every rule in the book by     coming upstairs with her and not maintaining a professional distance. He’d sworn     to protect her, and here he was taking complete advantage of her. He could tell     himself that his prior friendship with her father—and, to a lesser extent, with     Caroline herself—made it okay, but he knew he was lying to himself. He wanted     her more than he could ever recall wanting another woman. He’d wanted her that     night when she’d been sixteen years old and had done her best to entice him, but     that had been nothing compared with what he felt right now.

Raising himself on one elbow, he pushed aside the fabric of her     silky robe, until the upper swell of her breast was revealed. She made no     protest, but he heard her sharp intake of breath. He traced his fingertips over     the creamy flesh, noting how her nipple tightened beneath the satin fabric.     Jason paused to devour the sight and then dipped his head to brush his lips over     the hardened nub before drawing her nipple into his mouth and suckling it     gently. He heard Caroline whimper, and he laved the distended tip with his     tongue.

“Please...please.” Her whisper was ragged, and she cupped his     face, dragging it upward so she could fasten her mouth against his and draw his     very soul from between his lips.

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