Page 16 of Healed Heart
“Can I come in?”he asks.
His voice is rough, raw with so many emotions that it takes my breath away.
“Of course.”I step back.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks in, just sinks onto my couch, his head in his hands.
I close the door and walk over to him.“Jason,” I say softly, “what happened?”
He looks up at me, his eyes dark and haunted.“Can you make some coffee?”
“Sure.”I head to the kitchen.
Making coffee gives me something to do.Something normal to focus on while Jason wrestles with whatever demons have driven him here at this late hour.
A second later, though, his warm body is behind me, close to me, his cock digging into my back.“Forget the coffee,” he whispers.
I swallow and look over my shoulder.“You want something else?”
He stares at me, his wary eyes flickering lightly.“I think you know what I want.”
“Bourbon?”I ask.
He turns me around harshly so I’m facing him.“It’s been a day, Angie.A fucking day.”
I nod, my heart thumping at his closeness, the rawness in his gaze, the desperate edge to his voice.
It’s kind of terrifying.
And also really arousing.
“I’m here,” I tell him, scraping my fingers over his stubble.“Whatever you need.”
He closes his eyes at my touch, a soft sigh escaping him.“Forgive me if I make this messy…”
“Life’s messy.”I burn my gaze into his.“It doesn’t have to be perfect.”
He crushes his mouth to mine.
Passion and desperation mingle in a heated kiss that leaves us both breathless.He’s rough, his grip on me unforgiving as he pulls me close.When he breaks the kiss and inhales, I see a wildness in his eyes—something untamed and barely restrained.It’s hunger, yes, but not just for me… For something deeper.Something raw and aching that he’s buried for too long.
For an instant, I wonder if I’ve just kissed a man or lit a match to something I don’t know how to control.
Then I don’t care.
I want whatever he wants.Hunger for whatever he desires.
I surrender to his touch, find my way to the front of his shirt and onto the warm skin beneath.His heart pounds against my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.
“Angie,” he gasps, pulling back slightly.His green eyes are burning into mine, pools of emotion that draw me in and hold me captive.“So much you don’t know…”
“I know enough,” I whisper, running my fingers gently through his hair.“Let me be here for you, Jason.”
He pulls me back into an embrace, holding me tight against him as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.We stay like that for a few moments, wrapped in each other’s warmth, our hearts pounding.His breath warms my neck and sends tingles through me that land between my legs like hot coals.
When he pulls back, cups my cheeks, and stares into my eyes, determination replaces the vulnerability in his gaze.
“I want you,” he grits out.“Right here, right now.”
