There’s no reason I should feel a sudden stab of emotions up my throat, drying it and tightening it. Or the hollowness that grows in my chest.
“It’s just business, isn’t it?” he questions and with another thump of my treacherous heart, I release his wrists, waiting for him to undress me like he wishes.
Whore. Whore is the first word that comes to mind, and how I made it this long without feeling like one is beyond me.
“May I ask a question then? I know you have yours first, but I’d like to ask one, if you’ll … allow it.” I keep my tone professional as I can, holding back the desire to smack my hand across his arrogant, handsome face.
Jase doesn’t touch my sweater. Instead he walks around me to stand behind me, leaving only the fire for me to look at. His voice hums a “mm-hmm” behind me. His chest is so close to my back, I can feel the vibrations of it, even if he’s not touching me.
“Are you looking in to who did that to my sister? If she owed anyone anything?” My words waver in the air and I wish I could hold them steady. I wish I could sound as strong as I feel on my best of days. Not in this moment, not when I’m acutely aware that I’m whoring myself out to this arrogant bastard who could be using me, lying to me and toying with me just for his own sick pleasure. All so I can chase the ghost of whoever hurt my sister. Whoever took her from me.
“I already told you I was.” His answer is clear and lacks the arrogance and dismissiveness he’s given me so far today. I don’t have to ask him to expand on his answer, since he does that himself. “Her death has caused ripple effects. When I have a name and a reason, you will too.”
I can’t help that I flinch when he lays a hand on my shoulder. I can’t control the way I feel, and I struggle to hide that from him.
I’m so alone. In a room with this man I’ve been thinking about for days, I feel so fucking alone. Maybe I made the memory of that night more than what was actually there.
I stare at the flames lingering among the pure white crystals. I let them mesmerize me and tell myself I don’t have to go through with this. I don’t have to rely on Jase Cross.
But the alternative crushes me; I can’t risk never knowing what happened and having to say goodbye without giving her justice.
His left hand finds my hip and he rubs soothing circles there over the sweater. Which only makes me hate him more until he lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “Does it make a difference to you… if I admit I feel that chemistry too? That I have a desire to be near you?”
With a gentle kiss on my neck, that hard wall around me cracks and crumbles.
“It’s no longer only business for me, cailín tine.”
His words are a soothing balm. One I didn’t realize I needed. My hand covers his, and I lean back into his chest, where he holds me. This man holds me because he wants to do just that. And I lean into him, because I want to do just that.
“I like it when you touch me,” I whisper into the room, hoping it will keep my secret.
“And I like touching you,” he says softly and runs the tip of his nose down the back of my neck, causing my eyes to close, my head to loll to the side and the pain to drift away slowly.
I don’t want to be alone. I almost speak the realization aloud.
“I promise you, I will find out who hurt her.” His words cause my eyes to open and when they do, I stare at the fire as Jase pulls my sweater over my head. It falls to the floor and then he whispers against the shell of my ear, “I will make them pay for what they did. And you will know every detail.”
Jase
When she turns in my arms, I don’t expect her to devour me with a kiss full of need and hunger. She can only hold up the hate routine for so long before her arms get weak and tired, and her body gives in to what it needs.
Pressing her lips to mine and spearing her fingers through my hair, she pulls me lower to her, standing on her tiptoes and holding her body against mine.
My tongue dives into her hot mouth, feeling the heat and need and lust she has to offer.
Her head falls back so she can breathe, deep and chaotically. I don’t need air. I need to devour her.
With my arms wrapped around her and my lips traveling down her neck, down her bare shoulder, I take in every inch of her. Inhaling her sweet scent, memorizing the alluring sounds she lets slip from her lips. Dragging my teeth back up her neck, I hear her hiss my name, “Jase.”
“Make me forget,” she whimpers against my lips before I can ravage her.
Make me forget.
I don’t speak the only response I can give her. I will, if you do the same for me.
Slamming my lips against hers, I grab her ass and lift her into my arms. Her legs straddle my waist as I carry her to the table.
Her hips need to be nestled against the padding, and the strap is meant to keep her in place. But I have no time for any of it. The urgency of our heated kiss fuels a primitive side of me with the need to have her under me as soon as possible.
With her heels digging into my ass, spurring me on, I groan in the hot air between us, “I need to be inside of you.”
Her lips part, and I can almost hear her say the words. I know what she’s going to say before she says it, I need you too.
But her gaze lingers, time pauses and the truth is lost in a haze of want and need.
Instead she kisses me, long and deep. Massaging my tongue and taking everything she wants with our kiss.
With her ass supported by the bench, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, letting them fall as I stroke my cock.
“I need you,” she whispers into my mouth and then kisses me reverently again.
She’s already wet, but so tight. Pushing two fingers inside of her, I stretch her until she can take three. “Your cunt was made for me to fuck,” I tell her as I drag my knuckles against her front wall.
Her grip on the edge of the table nearly slips as her pussy spasms around my fingers.
I don’t stop fucking her until her release is passed and her chest heaves for air and her face is flushed.
“Flip over,” I command her but it’s unneeded. I take the task on myself, gripping her hips and butting them against the bench.
Moving the head of my cock to her core, I press against her gently, not pushing in just yet.
A deep groan leaves me as I bend over her, my chest against her back. “You feel so fucking good,” I whisper against her and just as she lifts her head to respond, I slam myself inside of her. Every inch of me in one swift stroke.
Her mouth drops open with a scream and her nails dig into the wood. Fuck, she’s tight, so tight it almost hurts and I have to clench my jaw and force myself to slam into her over and over again.
Her small body jostles against the table and I know there will be bruises tomorrow. I’ll be a happy man if she can’t even walk.
A strangled noise leaves her as she gets impossibly tighter, cumming all over my cock.
“Jase,” she moans my name, arching her back and scratching the wood as her body stiffens with her release.
With one hand on my shoulder, keeping her arched, and the other on her hip to pin her against the table, I ride through her release, taking her savagely and with no mercy.
It’s more than just fucking her, this is about owning her and I don’t know when that happened.