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“And while he’s making sure your house is safe, I’ll get everything ready.” The car locks beeped as Jarrod hit the switch on the remote in his hand. “See you guys in five.”

Jason’s body surrounded me as I shoved the key into the lock on the front door. “You really were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks.” I tensed, trying not to shiver and show him how his closeness, how his warm breath on my neck affected me.

When the door swung open, air rushed into my lungs. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been holding my breath, but with all the space in front of me. I felt like my lungs could finally expand.

“Did I scare you?” Jason stepped back before urging me into the house, pressing his hand against my back. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I never want you to be scared when you’re with me.” He closed the door behind him, blocking us from the view of the neighbours.

“You, you didn’t scare me.” And it was true. I hadn’t tensed or held my breath due to fear—or at least not the fear he was thinking of. I was scared… but not of him. I was scared of myself. Of my feelings for him. Of what I wanted him to do to me. But could I tell him that? Would he understand? It was at this moment that I finally understood what he spoke of, of how he wanted me to have the chance to experience things, to gain that experience, the experiences that he and the others had.

And I wanted to. I wanted to experience those things. Experience kisses. Experience hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I wanted to know what it felt like to have lips kiss and suck them before heading further south, between my legs. I wanted it all.

But I wanted it with him. With them. I didn’t want anyone to give me those.

But until he kissed me again, proving that it hadn’t been a momentary lapse of judgement or a misguided notion of a way to help me, I wasn’t about to tell him my secrets. It would only mess things up between us. And like it or not, I needed them in my life. I couldn’t heal and survive without them.

“Baby Girl, speak to me.” He stepped into my space, reaching up to cradle my cheek in his large, callused hand. “Tell me what’s going through that amazing brain of yours.” He leaned forward. I stopped breathing. And then his warm lips brushed mine.

I sucked in a lungful of air as he gazed into my eyes. Whatever he saw there, pleased him because a large smile broke over his face even as he leaned in again, pressing his lips to mine once more.

This time it wasn’t just a quick brush like two ships trying to use the same narrow channel to get into our marina. Instead he left his lips against mine as he nipped and licked them, pressing harder until my mouth opened under the pressure.

And then his tongue swept in, tasting, mapping every nook and cranny in my mouth. He twisted his tongue against mine, making my knees wobble. The sensation of it all made me feel like the first time I sat on the end of the dock, water-skis on my feet and my fists clenched tightly to the tow rope handle. The fear, the eager anticipation, the feeling of impending freedom like I’d never know before, it had all been there like it was now. And with one strong tug like the speed boat starting back in then, I’d be flying.

Before that happened, he slowed the kiss even as my tongue chased his, wanting more. He rested his forehead against mine. And to my delight, his chest breathed just as heavily as mine. As if I’d affected him as much as he me. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night. It’s all I could think about while watching you out on the field.”

“It’s all I wanted, too.” I bit my bottom lip to keep from kissing him again.

He pressed his lips against mine again. This time he pulled my lip from between my teeth and then ran his tongue over the are I bit. He kissed the area gently. “I need to stop.” But he kissed me again. “I really do, but I can’t.”

“Then don’t,” I told him as I wrapped him arms around his neck, drawing us closer.

“God, Katy, sweetie, you don’t know what you’re asking?” He groaned as I bit his lower lip. I may have been new to all this, but I read… a lot. And I was pleased to know that the books hadn’t been wrong about how he’d react.

“Then show me.” Who was this person speaking in my voice? I’d never been so forward, so fearless, so enticing before. I may have thought it, dreamt it, but I’d never had the courage to say it before. I didn’t think I had the courage now, but I must have found it somewhere.

The next moment my back was pressed up against the back of the door as Jason hoisted me up, lining up our upper bodies together. He devoured me. Devoured my lips, my neck. I shoved my hands in his hair, grasping and pulling on it which seemed to excite him more.

Warmth started to fill me from between my legs. And when his hips pressed against me, revealing just how affected he was, that feeling grew. I wanted more. I needed more. Without it, I felt… empty. “Jason, please.”

His hips twitched, brushing me. I tried to climb higher, to get our bodies closer.

“Baby—” The slamming of a car door outside cut him off. “Shit.” He stopped kissing me but as we scrambled to catch our breath, the movement provided more delicious friction, making me moan. He placed his palm against my face. “I want nothing more than to continue this, although maybe in a bed, but that was Peter getting home. Jarrod and he will soon be wondering where we are if Jarrod isn’t already.”

I nodded, knowing he was correct, but I didn’t want it to end. I still throbbed with need. A need that if I was honest with myself, I knew I wasn’t ready to have taken care of. Our kiss when from standing still to full throttle in less time than it took a cowboy to wrestle a steer at the rodeo. And that was a little too fast for me.

He lowered me to the floor, stepping back, but keeping a hand on me until I was steady. “Go. Get changed. And then we’ll go climb in the hot tub for a bit.”

As I walked away, he swatted my butt, making me laugh. I might have been disappointed that we stopped, but I was so happy to know that our earlier kiss wasn’t a one off. And from the feel of it, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

That was all I needed to know. I could wait for the rest.

Chapter Fourteen

Jarrod

I leaned backin my office chair, stretching my arms over my head to work out the kinks I’d developed in my muscles from sitting hunched over my desk for far too many hours without a break. The office had been open to new clients for two weeks, but next week, the company CEO—Mr. Greyson—would be here for the official celebration party. The hold up had been the conference table, a Gunnar Ivarson exclusive. Mr. Greyson wanted it in place before pictures and press releases were distributed. If he’d had his way, the conference table would have been moved to the Winnipeg head office, but part of the deal for allowing us to jump the long waiting line was that the table had to be used in the Voyageur Bay office. But he had promised to make one for the Winnipeg office at a later date. Landing the table had helped to calm the fears by some of the partners that I was too young and inexperienced to be in charge of the new place.

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