Page 72 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

“What if I want to feel your skin against mine? What if that’s what I need?”

Jase looked at her for a moment, then pulled his T-shirt off over his head. “Better?” he asked, settling between her thighs, his chest pressed against hers.

“Much.” She ran her fingers down the ink that covered his arms.

Goose bumps followed the path of his palms as he slid them down her body.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this, a lot. What your skin would feel like. What it would taste like. What colour your nipples would be. Anticipation is seriously underrated, Cerys.”

“Do they live up to expectations?”

His eyes met hers. How could she doubt herself? He dragged his finger across her chest. “Your skin’s so smooth, and I love the way you get mottled here when you’re excited or embarrassed or turned on. Your lips taste like wild Friday nights and a brilliant idea. And your nipples?” He stopped and cupped her breasts so he could rub his thumbs across them. “Pink until I suck on them, then they become darker, deeper.”

He leaned forward, his lips grazing hers. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured as he teased a finger inside her, capturing her gasp in his mouth.

She was tight and expressive. He loved the way her hips moved beneath him. He travelled along her jaw, down her neck, over her left breast, placing kisses as he went. Her hip bone, the crease of her groin, and the whole time, his finger moved slowly in and out of her.

Cerys’s back wrenched off the bed when he kissed her clit before dragging his tongue across it.

“Damn, you taste good.”

Desperate for more of her, he lapped her, teased her, licked her until her movements took on a life of their own. She liked it when he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. But it was when he slid two fingers inside her while his thumb circled it that had her arching off the bed, calling out his name.

“Oh, Jase. There. Just there like ...”

He worked her up, harder, faster. A slippery mess of fingers, and tongue, and the sweet taste of her. She captivated him, and he wanted to see just how far she’d go for him. What she’d look like as she fell apart.

Her body spasmed as she came around him.

It was the hottest sexual experience of his life.

And he hadn’t even gotten off, because it had been all about her.

He brought her down gently, easing his fingers out of her slowly as she sighed. Wiping his hand on his jeans, he reached for his T-shirt and slid it over her head, grinning as she sleepily let him move her around. “Better?” he asked, kissing her gently.

“Much.”

He tugged the covers from beneath her and tucked her in. “Unexpected,” he said.

“What was?”

He smiled softly. “You, Cerys. Unexpected.”

“I take it that’s a good thing.”

“Yeah. It’s a good thing.”

He crawled off the bed, kicked off his shoes and socks, and climbed in next to her, pulling her into his embrace. “Let’s sleep for a little while.”

“But don’t you need some—?”

“Shh, sunshine. You’re keeping me awake.”

He felt the curve of her smile against his bicep. And it was the only thing he needed.

12

The following day, Cerys pulled up outside her father’s home. Wanting to catch him before he headed to the studio, she’d driven over to the fancy Ann Arbor home with its large stone-gated entrance. Barbs tightened around her chest when she considered that she’d been here a month and a half and hadn’t received an invitation to his house.

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