Red Hot Reunion
Page 27
“Forget I asked.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to hear about the threesomes I’ve had back here?”
She smiled then, relieved that he was making light of her silly question, rather than launching into a full-scale description of the perfect br**sts he’d sucked and wet pussies he’d impaled on this very countertop.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever taken into my kitchen,” he admitted.
Emma wanted desperately to believe his words meant something, that she was special. But that was exactly the kind of thinking that was leading her down the road to heartache. Sexy and fun, that’s what she needed to keep in mind at all times.
“In that case,” she said, licking her lower lip and enjoying the way his hungry eyes followed the path of her tongue, “I’d better make sure you don’t regret it.”
He raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Emma pulled Jason against her. It was all the encouragement he needed, because seconds later, his hands were threaded in her hair and his mouth was on hers. As his tongue swept into her mouth she gave in to her very intense, very real feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger with every hour that passed in his amazing company.
She could pretend to be someone else everywhere but when she was in his arms.
She rubbed her sensitive br**sts against his chest, giving silent thanks for her skimpy sundress. No doubt about it, a bra would have definitely gotten in the way.
He nudged her head slightly to the side and ran kisses down her neck, her earlobes, her collarbone.
Through the thin cotton her ni**les grew taut against his hard chest. He slipped his fingers under the straps across her shoulders and slowly slid the dress off. It fell to her waist, a pile of pink-and-white cotton at the base of her naked br**sts and stomach.
Jason leaned back and looked his fill. Swallowing, he took a long look at her bare and puckering ni**les.
“You are so beautiful, Emma,” he said, his warm words at odds with his cold reaction to her inadvertent use of the L-word.
His reverent statement warred with Emma’s insecurities. Sure, she’d had wild sex with him again and again during the past three days, but suddenly, she felt horribly shy and insecure about what they were doing and where they were doing it. Especially after the rice cakes comments, which still smarted.
“Could someone walk in on us?” she whispered, unable to shake off her innate sense of propriety.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make love to Jason in his restaurant again, of course she did. But they’d already gotten away with it yesterday and she wasn’t sure how long their luck would last.
Sensing her apprehension, Jason took her mouth again in another toe-curling kiss. “If anyone walks in they’re fired,” he said and her insides liquefied as their lips mated and his fingers played down and around her rib cage as he cupped her br**sts.
He rubbed his thumbs over her tight ni**les and she gasped as pleasure shot through her. “I need to taste you,” she heard him say as if through a thick fog.
The next thing she knew his warm lips were suckling her br**sts, first one and then the other. Emma gave him even better access to her tits by arching her back and pushing up into his mouth.
Laughing softly, obviously pleased by her intense arousal, he pushed her br**sts together and nipped at her incredibly sensitive skin. She couldn’t believe that she was actually whimpering, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She took in his wild eyes and the erection straining at the zipper on his jeans. She reached for his belt, desperate to see him naked again, but he had other plans as he kneeled between her legs. Emma felt how wet she was as he pushed the dress up her legs, exposing her damp, silk-clad pu**y to his hot gaze. She would have been embarrassed at how much she needed him were it not for the reverent way he slid his hands to the edge of her hips, lightly brushing his fingers across her almost exposed mound.
God, she loved the way he looked at her, loved the way he was about to devour her. With his tongue. His teeth. His lips.
She shivered as he slid his thumbs beneath the thin band of her panties. She shifted her hips to give him better access and it was sweet torture as he painstakingly drew the pink silk past her thighs, over her kneecaps, and finally down past her calves and feet. His fingers set every inch of her body aflame and she writhed beneath him, wanting more.
Much more.
Sitting back on his heels, his breathing labored, Jason cupped her slick pu**y in the palm of his hands.
“Your skin is so soft and warm. And smooth. And wet.”
She nearly bucked up off the stainless-steel counter, she was so inflamed by his intimate touch. She wanted to do something, anything to let him know how good he was making her feel, but she was captive to his touch.
With his hand still pressed into the sensitive flesh between her legs, he said, “I want to make you feel good, Emma. That’s all I want.” She believed him, believed that he was looking out for her, just as he always had.
Holding her breath, she nearly exploded right then and there when he added, “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she moaned, surprised that she was still able to speak as he rose up from his knees and ran kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, over the tight peaks of her br**sts. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue licking and teasing her ni**les, she was caught completely off guard when he slipped his middle finger into her.
Every nerve in her body was on fire, the rhythmic pattern of Jason’s hand slipping in and out of her matching the insistent beating of her heart. He ran kisses over her stomach, and she felt as if every last bit of blood in her body had rushed between her legs. And then, suddenly, he focused every last bit of his attention on pleasuring her.
His tongue alternately swirled over her clit—first soft, then hard—then swept between her pu**y lips and dove into her cunt. She arched against his mouth, rocking back and forth against him frantically as something inside of her swelled and then exploded into a glorious rainbow of pleasure.
Thoroughly dazed from her incredible orgasm, by the time she opened her eyes, Jason had unzipped his jeans. Emma drank in the sight of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen standing in front of her, his erection proudly jutting out. She reached out to touch his hard, throbbing shaft and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him.
Feeling incredibly bold and very sexy, she ran her thumb over the velvety skin on the head. Quickly slipping on a condom, he positioned himself between her thighs. Emma eagerly opened her legs for him and cried out her pleasure as he began to slide into her one slow, mouthwatering inch at a time. But she was all out of patience and grabbed his hips, driving his c**k all the way into her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to hear about the threesomes I’ve had back here?”
She smiled then, relieved that he was making light of her silly question, rather than launching into a full-scale description of the perfect br**sts he’d sucked and wet pussies he’d impaled on this very countertop.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever taken into my kitchen,” he admitted.
Emma wanted desperately to believe his words meant something, that she was special. But that was exactly the kind of thinking that was leading her down the road to heartache. Sexy and fun, that’s what she needed to keep in mind at all times.
“In that case,” she said, licking her lower lip and enjoying the way his hungry eyes followed the path of her tongue, “I’d better make sure you don’t regret it.”
He raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Emma pulled Jason against her. It was all the encouragement he needed, because seconds later, his hands were threaded in her hair and his mouth was on hers. As his tongue swept into her mouth she gave in to her very intense, very real feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger with every hour that passed in his amazing company.
She could pretend to be someone else everywhere but when she was in his arms.
She rubbed her sensitive br**sts against his chest, giving silent thanks for her skimpy sundress. No doubt about it, a bra would have definitely gotten in the way.
He nudged her head slightly to the side and ran kisses down her neck, her earlobes, her collarbone.
Through the thin cotton her ni**les grew taut against his hard chest. He slipped his fingers under the straps across her shoulders and slowly slid the dress off. It fell to her waist, a pile of pink-and-white cotton at the base of her naked br**sts and stomach.
Jason leaned back and looked his fill. Swallowing, he took a long look at her bare and puckering ni**les.
“You are so beautiful, Emma,” he said, his warm words at odds with his cold reaction to her inadvertent use of the L-word.
His reverent statement warred with Emma’s insecurities. Sure, she’d had wild sex with him again and again during the past three days, but suddenly, she felt horribly shy and insecure about what they were doing and where they were doing it. Especially after the rice cakes comments, which still smarted.
“Could someone walk in on us?” she whispered, unable to shake off her innate sense of propriety.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make love to Jason in his restaurant again, of course she did. But they’d already gotten away with it yesterday and she wasn’t sure how long their luck would last.
Sensing her apprehension, Jason took her mouth again in another toe-curling kiss. “If anyone walks in they’re fired,” he said and her insides liquefied as their lips mated and his fingers played down and around her rib cage as he cupped her br**sts.
He rubbed his thumbs over her tight ni**les and she gasped as pleasure shot through her. “I need to taste you,” she heard him say as if through a thick fog.
The next thing she knew his warm lips were suckling her br**sts, first one and then the other. Emma gave him even better access to her tits by arching her back and pushing up into his mouth.
Laughing softly, obviously pleased by her intense arousal, he pushed her br**sts together and nipped at her incredibly sensitive skin. She couldn’t believe that she was actually whimpering, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She took in his wild eyes and the erection straining at the zipper on his jeans. She reached for his belt, desperate to see him naked again, but he had other plans as he kneeled between her legs. Emma felt how wet she was as he pushed the dress up her legs, exposing her damp, silk-clad pu**y to his hot gaze. She would have been embarrassed at how much she needed him were it not for the reverent way he slid his hands to the edge of her hips, lightly brushing his fingers across her almost exposed mound.
God, she loved the way he looked at her, loved the way he was about to devour her. With his tongue. His teeth. His lips.
She shivered as he slid his thumbs beneath the thin band of her panties. She shifted her hips to give him better access and it was sweet torture as he painstakingly drew the pink silk past her thighs, over her kneecaps, and finally down past her calves and feet. His fingers set every inch of her body aflame and she writhed beneath him, wanting more.
Much more.
Sitting back on his heels, his breathing labored, Jason cupped her slick pu**y in the palm of his hands.
“Your skin is so soft and warm. And smooth. And wet.”
She nearly bucked up off the stainless-steel counter, she was so inflamed by his intimate touch. She wanted to do something, anything to let him know how good he was making her feel, but she was captive to his touch.
With his hand still pressed into the sensitive flesh between her legs, he said, “I want to make you feel good, Emma. That’s all I want.” She believed him, believed that he was looking out for her, just as he always had.
Holding her breath, she nearly exploded right then and there when he added, “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she moaned, surprised that she was still able to speak as he rose up from his knees and ran kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, over the tight peaks of her br**sts. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue licking and teasing her ni**les, she was caught completely off guard when he slipped his middle finger into her.
Every nerve in her body was on fire, the rhythmic pattern of Jason’s hand slipping in and out of her matching the insistent beating of her heart. He ran kisses over her stomach, and she felt as if every last bit of blood in her body had rushed between her legs. And then, suddenly, he focused every last bit of his attention on pleasuring her.
His tongue alternately swirled over her clit—first soft, then hard—then swept between her pu**y lips and dove into her cunt. She arched against his mouth, rocking back and forth against him frantically as something inside of her swelled and then exploded into a glorious rainbow of pleasure.
Thoroughly dazed from her incredible orgasm, by the time she opened her eyes, Jason had unzipped his jeans. Emma drank in the sight of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen standing in front of her, his erection proudly jutting out. She reached out to touch his hard, throbbing shaft and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him.
Feeling incredibly bold and very sexy, she ran her thumb over the velvety skin on the head. Quickly slipping on a condom, he positioned himself between her thighs. Emma eagerly opened her legs for him and cried out her pleasure as he began to slide into her one slow, mouthwatering inch at a time. But she was all out of patience and grabbed his hips, driving his c**k all the way into her.
