Winona shifted so that she faced him. “I’m so sorry. That must have hurt. You trusted her. You loved her.”
“I’m grateful I found out when I did and not a few months later when we would have been married.” He’d have had a divorce to contend with then. “But, yes, it hurt.”
“You broke up with her?”
“The same day.” Elena’s tear-stained face flashed through Jason’s mind. “I went to the jail. I needed to hear from her why she’d done it. She expected me to bail her out and help her pay for an attorney. Instead, I ended things. She knew drug runners had murdered my parents. She knew I’d spent my entire adult life busting people who did what she’d done, that I’d lost fellow Wolves, that I’d been shot. Still, she’d gone to work for the enemy. That’s what hurt the most. It felt like a betrayal of everything I am.”
Winona laced her fingers through his. “It was a betrayal.”
Jason looked into Winona’s guileless eyes, saw nothing there but compassion. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. He leaned forward—and kissed her.
The sweet shock of Jason’s lips against hers made Winona’s breath catch. Heart skipping, she leaned into the kiss, resting her palms against his bare chest. All else faded from her mind, the world around her melting away until there was nothing left but the two of them.
The searing press of his lips. The silken caress of his tongue. The spicy scent of his skin. The rapid beating of his heart beneath her palms. The hard feel of his body.
Oh, yes.
He sat fully upright, slid one big hand into her hair, and turned the two of them, bearing her back onto the mattress, his lips never leaving hers.
Anticipation shivered through her, just the weight of him arousing. It had been so long since she’d been with a man. But Jason wasn’t just any man. He kissed her like he meant it, paying attention to the tiniest details—the dip at the center of her upper lip, the outline of her lower lip, the corners of her mouth.
At last, he broke the kiss, the intensity of his gaze making her pulse skip. “Are you sure you want this?”
She caught his face between her palms, looked into his eyes. “Yes.”
He groaned and claimed her mouth once again with a blistering kiss that was as fierce and raw as it was perfect. She matched him stroke for stroke, tongues teasing, tasting, twining, her need every bit as desperate as his.
But he was ruthless, relentless.
She surrendered, lost in the rush of being overwhelmed by him. Needing more, she slid her palms up his chest and over his shoulders, savoring the satin texture of his skin, caressing the shifting muscles of his back.
God, even touching him turned her on.
He dragged his lips from hers and straddled her hips—and pulled her sleepshirt over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her completely naked.
His gaze dropped to her breasts then moved down her body, breath leaving his lungs in a rush when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties. He whispered words in his own language, then spoke in English. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
She shivered, her nipples drawing tight—and he hadn’t yet touched her.
Then a big hand closed over each breast, and she arched into him, her eyes drifting shut as he toyed with her nipples, palming her, circling her areolas with his thumbs, grazing the sensitive tips, his touch sending darts of arousal to her belly.
Oh, she wanted him, heat building between her thighs.
“Jason.” She moaned his name, opened her eyes just a sliver, and found him watching her, his pupils dilated, a smile on his lips.
She sucked in a breath, watching him as he watched the effect he had on her, the heat between her thighs now incandescent. “You’re tormenting me.”
He chuckled, gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. “I hate to tell you, but it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Then he stretched out beside her, lowered his head, and sucked an aching nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Oh, God.” She moaned, her eyes closing again, her fingers sliding into his short hair. It felt so good as he feasted on one nipple and then the other, his lips tugging on her, the sharp edges of his teeth teasing her, his tongue flicking her. The heat inside her became a backdraft, her body twisting beneath him, her hips rocking upward, her body instinctively seeking release.
Without realizing it, she crossed her thighs and squeezed.
He slid a hand down her belly, nudged her thighs apart, and cupped her. “You’ve got to let me in.”
“Yes!” That’s what she wanted—him inside her.
She bent her knees, let her thighs fall open for him.
“That’s better.” He went to work on her, fingers parting her, exploring her, finding … just the right spot. “Like that?”
“Mmm, yes.”
Then his mouth closed over her nipple once more.
The combined sensations rocked Winona, sexual need like a fever now, his clever fingers driving her to the brink. She heard herself babble a mixture of Lakota and English, words mingling with moans. “Wasté kstó… aah … so good … aké … more … oh, Jason.”
Then he slid a finger inside her, stroking her inside and out.
She moaned his name, each deep thrust carrying her higher until she was hanging on the shimmering edge of an orgasm. And then she was soaring, the bliss of climax rushing through her, lifting her up, giving her body wings, then leaving her to float slowly back to earth.
When she opened her eyes, she found him still watching her, his eyes dark, the hint of a smile on his face. “Welcome back, beautiful.”
Chapter 13
Jason was an idiot. He’d led the two of them around this corner. Yes, Winona had come willingly, but he had started it.
Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Watching her open up for him, seeing the bliss on her sweet face when she’d come—it had left him feeling more alive than he’d felt in months, not to mention horny as hell.
Maybe you should stop here. This doesn’t have to go any further.
Yeah, right.
She smiled up at him, a sensual, sexy smile, then pushed him onto his back, straddling him, her beautiful breasts swaying as she settled herself, dark nipples peeking out from between tangled strands of black hair. She ran her hands over him, explored his pecs, his shoulders, his biceps, taking her time and clearly liking what she saw, her touch making his skin burn.
“This is my favorite muscle.” Her fingertips grazed his obliques, making his abs tense. “I wish we had a condom. I’m not on the pill or—”
“One of these?” Jason pulled the condom out of his pocket and held it up.
Her face lit up, her lips curving in a sensual smile. “Oh, thank God.”
He lifted his ass off the bed so she could yank down his pajama bottoms and was about to open the condom when she stopped him.
“Wait! I haven’t gotten to see you or touch you.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m all yours.”
Her gaze shifted to his cock, her quick inhale telling him she found the sight of him arousing. Then she took his cock in hand, moving slowly from tip to base and back. “Show me what you like. I want to please you.”