“N- no,” I panted.
He grinned wickedly before diving for me. His mouth and tongue hot and heavy as he licked and stroked. Jason pressed a finger inside me, then another. I moaned, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
“You taste so fucking good.” His other hand trailed back up my body, resting between my breasts, pinning me to the bed as he dived back in, eating me with an intensity that had me moaning and bucking off the mattress.
But Jason was a tease. Pulling away every time I almost fell off the edge. Taunting my warm skin with tiny kisses along my inner thighs, rewarding my cries with a deeper press of his fingers. My hands fisted his hair, desperately trying to move his head to where I needed him most, but he was strong.
And I was a breathless wrung out mess.
“Jason, please...”
Finally, he relented, attacking me with his mouth, his tongue licking and flicking my clit with fervor. My body began to tremble, the force of my orgasm tearing through me before I had time to prepare myself.
Jason climbed back up my body, licking his fingers clean before tracing them over my lips. “See how good you taste.” I sucked one into my mouth, high on the lust burning in his eyes, the carnal growl rumbling in his chest as I tasted myself on his finger.
“I think I’m dead,” I breathed out, barely able to form words.
“They don’t call me God for nothing.” He smirked before kissing me, long and deep and painfully slow.
“I want to feel you,” I yawned, my hand drifting down his cut abs.
“Later,” he insisted, rolling off me and tucking me into his body, my back to his solid chest.
“Are we spooning?” I asked, confused he wanted to cuddle rather than have sex.
“You’re exhausted,” was all he said as the weight of what had just happened settled over us. After a couple minutes of silence, I asked, “Jase, what are we doing?”
He stiffened behind me and I half-expected him to get up, yank on his clothes, and make a run for it. But he didn’t. His lips pressed tiny kisses along my shoulder, stirring a fresh wave of desire in my tummy.
“That feels so good,” I whispered, tilting my head to one side.
“You feel good.”
Three little words that took root in my chest and exploded into hopes and dreams and things I knew better than to want with him.
Oh God. What had I done letting him into my house?
Into my heart?
I closed my eyes, trying to rein in the panic swimming in my veins. My mom had always told me to wait, to give myself to the right guy. The guy who would protect my heart, keep it safe, and treat it with respect.
And here I was, in bed, selling my soul to the devil. Because even though I wanted more, even though I wanted him to say this was the start of something, I knew better.
Jason Ford was a beautiful disaster waiting to happen.
And I was right in the eye of the storm.
My eyes fluttered open, and I stretched, my muscles still drenched in pleasure.
“Jason?” I smiled around his name. “Did I fall to—”
Crap.
I bolted upright, the stream of light like a bucket of icy water. It was morning, which meant—
“Felicity, baby, are you awake?” Mom’s voice filtered through the door.
“Jason?” I whisper-hissed, my eyes darting around the room, hoping I might find him hidden in the closet.
He wasn’t of course.
There was no sign of him. No puddle of his clothes on my floor and the slightly indented sheets beside me were already cold.
Jason had left, and it had been awhile.
“Flick, sweetheart, are you awake?” A knock sounded on the door, before it clicked open and Mom’s head appeared.
“Hi, Mom.” I gave her a weak smile, pulling the sheet up around my body. “How was date night?”
“Oh, you know your father, it was all very nice.” Code for they went to their favorite restaurant, ate their favorite meals, and then moved on for dancing at their favorite bar.
“One of these days, you should surprise him.” The words spilled out.
“Surprise him?” Her brows pinched. “I’m not sure your father would appreciate that. You know he doesn’t cope well with change.”
“It was just an idea.” I ducked my head, feeling silly suddenly. I never commented on my parents’ relationship. They were happy, content in their life together. So what if they liked routine?
“Are you okay?” Mom asked. “You look a little... I don’t know... sad.”
“I’m fine, Mom, just tired.” I yawned for effect.
“Are you seeing Hailee today? We miss her.”
I miss her too. I swallowed the words. We hung out all the time still, ate lunch together at school every day, and did all the things we did pre-Cameron, but she had someone now.
Someone who wasn’t me.
“I’m not sure. I think she said something about hanging out with Cameron and Xander.” Cameron’s baby brother was the cutest and he’d taken a real shine to my best friend. But then, who wouldn’t?
“You could go with them? Just because she has a boyfriend now, doesn’t mean—”
“Mom,” I sighed. “It isn’t like that. I’m happy for her. She deserves this.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t mean... Of course you should be happy for her. I just meant, I remember what it’s like to lose your best friend to a guy.” She gave me a warm smile. “Your day will come, Felicity. High school can be a confusing time. But soon you’ll be in college and I’m sure you’ll meet a nice, intelligent young man who will sweep you off your feet.”
“Like Dad swept you off your feet?”
Her eyes lit up. “Exactly. Guys in high school have a lot of growing up to do. Why date a boy when you can wait a few months and date a man; am I right?” She winked playfully.
“Oh God,” I grumbled, throwing a pillow at her. “Get out of here. It’s too early for this.”
“Okay.” Her soft laughter washed over me. “But if you hurry, I’m making bacon and eggs.”
“Sure thing, Mom.”
She left and I sank back down against the pillows, trying to ignore how much her words affected me.
Grabbing my cell off the nightstand, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe this was the start of my fairy tale? Maybe this time I would get my prince?
But when I finally looked at the screen, there was nothing.
Maybe Jason didn’t want to wake you? I knew better though. Jason had bailed when things got too intense. Yet again, he hadn’t let me touch him. He hadn’t wanted to have sex with me. He hadn’t even bothered waking me to say goodbye. Because he was keeping me at arm’s length. He’d given me so much last night, but he refused to give me the one thing that I really wanted.
His heart.
Chapter Fourteen
Jason
“So what happened?” The first words out of Cameron’s mouth weren’t a surprise. Of course he was going to want to know what happened with Felicity. But what was I supposed to tell him when I still didn’t know what the fuck had happened?