Page 80 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

“I have an idea,” she said, and placed her palm over his hardening dick.

“Where are you going? I liked that,” he said as she stood and toed off her boots. “You didn’t give those back to Neil Armstrong yet?”

“Funny.” Cerys reached for the zipper.

He held out his hand to her. “You need to come back here so I can keep doing what—holy fuck.” Jase’s eyes went wide when she parted her coat. “This might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Get your arse over here.”

Seeing the appreciation in his eyes, she took her time lowering the sleeves down her arms before letting her coat drop to the floor. “I thought about wearing a trench coat and heels, but it was too obvious and way too cold.”

“Stop talking logistics and just bring the goods right here.” He patted his lap and turned the TV off.

Without wasting another second, she did exactly as he asked, climbing onto the bed and sitting astraddle. Jase placed his hands on her thighs, sliding his palms along her skin. Nerve endings came alive beneath his touch. “Your skin is so soft,” he muttered. “I noticed that the other day.” His hands trailed higher and higher until his thumbs reached the seam of her panties, slowly rubbing along the edge of the lace, then fractionally dipping beneath it.

Her hips rolled, her clit searching for some kind of friction to ease the ache. “Jase,” she whispered.

He looked up at her, and intensity washed over his features. “You came here because you want me. You want all of this tonight, right?”

His thumbs continued to tease, inching beneath the lace, closer to where she wanted them. “I do.”

“Are you on solid ground? This isn’t an escape from some other emotion, is it?”

She shook her head and leaned forward, their lips meeting in a breathless wet kiss. The motion brought her clit in line with his dick, and she gasped. Jase ran his tongue along her lower lip. “Yeah. I can feel that. But I need a yes or no, sunshine.”

His hands left her thighs and wrapped fully around her, pulling her tight to his chest. Their kiss deepened into the kind of kiss you could do all night. The kind of kiss reserved for real feelings, the kind of kiss you couldn’t fake.

Jase slid his palms down her back, beneath her panties to cup her cheeks. To roll her gently against him.

They both groaned.

“Yes.”

“You don’t like what I’m doing, you tell me,” Jase said. “You want me to do something, you tell me. You need me to stop, you tell me. Yeah?”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, the tension so tight in her voice, it didn’t even sound like her.

He grinned. “If that’s you giving me permission for a little dirty talk, I’m all in. Nothing hotter than talking about what you’re going to do before you do it.” He nudged her back. “I’m going to take off your bra and suck on those tits of yours. Been thinking about doing that all day.” With one hand, he opened the hooks of her bra and slid the straps slowly down her arms. “Love the way those nipples of yours get so red and fucking juicy looking.”

When he sucked one of them into his mouth, running his tongue all over it, she gasped. He slid his palms along her torso, over her ribs, until he cupped both breasts firmly in his hands. “Thought about how good my dick would look between them, how they’re going to move when I fuck you. Perfect fucking tits.”

“Ten out of ten for the clear explanation. I like this side of you.” An ache pulsed between her legs. His dick twitched between them, and she ground down against it, wondering how much control it had taken him to take their relationship slowly.

“I like sex. A lot.” Jase’s hands fell to her hips as he pushed her back a little. “And I’mreallylooking forward to taking the next step with you.”

“So why did you just?” She looked down at his hands. “I thought we—”

“Too much thinking.” Jase tapped the end of her nose. “If you need me to spell it out: You grinding that pussy of yours against my cock like that, I’m going flip you onto your front, crawl between your thighs, and fuck you. Ten minutes tops and we’re done. And I’m thinking you didn’t put on this underwear, do whatever it is you did to soften your skin like this, for a ten-minute fuck on hotel cotton. We’ve got all night. I want to get to know every part of you. I want to know every freckle, every curve, everything that makes you laugh and groan and call out my name. And I want you to get to know every part of me. When I finally slide my dick into you, I want my dick weeping for you. I want you so close to coming that it happens as soon as I inch my way into you. Does that sound okay to you?”

Cerys didn’t dare to look down at the damp patch his words had created in her panties. Instead, she focused on him. The man whose words thrilled her, and whose soft hand against her cheek told her he’d take care of her.

“I want all of that. Kiss me,” she instructed.

This time when they came together, it was a maelstrom. A mash-up of limbs and groans as Jase worked her panties down her legs, kissing every inch of her as he did so. Jase pushed her off his legs and onto her back as if she weighed nothing. As good as his word, his hands explored every inch of her, and she did the same.

He rolled them, so he was on his back, and she was on top of him. “Wait.”

“Wait?” she asked. “What now?”

Jase grinned. “So impatient. Yeah. I ... well, to sign the deal and come here and concert waivers and insurance and all kinds of shit, I got a medical. Tested for everything known to man and some things I don’t even think they’ve discovered yet. But I’m clean. The results are on my laptop if you need to see them.”

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