No Letting Go: Man-Maid, Book 2 (6 page)

Jason’s voice dropped low and moved along her spine in a tingling caress. Well, she wasn’t going to quarrel with the man. If he thought she was some sensually tempting siren, who was she to argue? Still, there was one thing she needed to clear up first.

“First time we make love?” Emma asked, feigning innocence. “Are you so confident in your abilities that you think I’ll want more than one night with you?” she teased.

Jason stroked the length of her hair. “You better believe there’ll be more times to come.” He moaned low in his throat. “I’m not a one-shot kind of guy.”

“This is more than sex to me.” The instant the words slipped from her lips, Emma wished them back. Jason turned her to face him. In some ways, she felt more nervous than ever. He was an accomplished lover, and she’d seriously flunked the course. Yet, in another way, she felt more at ease with him than any other man, ever. She wondered sadly if it was that way for every woman he took to bed. If she was just another in a long string of women that he’d done this very thing with.

“This isn’t just sex for me either, baby,” he whispered.

Jason took her hand and led her over to the bed, then laid her down on top of the heavy, fluffy comforter. He came down beside her with his head propped up on his elbow and whispered in her ear, “Lift your dress for me.”

When Emma lifted the hem, dragging it up her thighs, Jason groaned. His hand covered hers. Every nerve ending sizzled with life as he helped her tug the material higher. Soon, her black panties were exposed. His gaze went on a slow journey down her body. When he caught sight of the silk covering her pussy, he murmured, “Now that’s a pretty sight.”

“I’ve never done anything…adventurous,” she admitted softly. “As a matter of fact, I’m so far out of my element here that I feel a little awkward.”

“I can see the worry creasing your brow, and the very last thing I want is for you to be shy and reserved with me.” He covered her pussy with his palm, stroking her through the thin material. “Let go of those insecurities, baby, and just feel.”

When she relaxed a fraction, Jason smiled, then leaned down to touch her lips with his. The kiss was light and swift, but enough to elicit a moan from Emma. “It turns me on to know that tonight will be as special to you as I know it will be to me.”

His hand moved upward and cupped one breast through the soft material of her dress. “So damn soft,” Jason groaned as he rubbed her nipple into a tight peak. When she begged his name, Jason rose to a seated position, then helped Emma unzip and pull the dress off. Soon she was totally nude, and he was finally able to look his fill. All that stood between him and paradise was a few inches of air. With her hair all around her shoulders and curling around one nipple, her eyes half-closed with passion and her lips swollen from his kisses, Emma looked like an offering to a god. For tonight, he was that god.

Jason left the bed and stripped off his clothes. Then he reached down and cupped the silky softness of her mound. He lay back down on top of her and pulled her close, breathing in her scent, feeling the way her heart raced out of control. As he stared into her heavy-lidded eyes, Jason asked, “Do you want me, baby?” He pushed his arousal against her thigh, proving just how badly he wanted her.

“Yes, so badly I’m ready to scream,” she cried out, squirming under him.

“Fuck, that’s sweet,” he cooed as he leaned down, rewarding her with a light, teasing kiss. He leaned his head back down to the pillowy softness of her breasts and squeezed them with his hands, kissing first one, then licking the other, relishing their fullness. He nuzzled his face in the valley between them, and Emma whimpered. Jason inhaled her sweet scent, deliberately driving himself mad. She was a powerful mix of heat and aroused woman.

He didn’t think he could wait another second to be inside her, but he knew he had to. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He wanted her to ache for him. To crave him. Because he’d sure as hell crave her after tonight.

Jason reached down between their bodies and caressed her tiny bud. She moaned, and he watched her twist and thrash as his fingers continued their torture. He delved his middle finger into her opening, letting his thumb slide over her swollen clitoris. She whimpered. Jason couldn’t believe how responsive she was, and every time she moaned, every time she squirmed, it drove him higher and higher. He closed his eyes as her pussy squeezed in a delicious tightening of muscle. He wanted his cock to feel that clenching in a bad, bad way.

“Christ, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He wasn’t sure who would be the one begging by the time they were through. Then all thought fled as she began bucking wildly beneath him as her climax took hold. She groaned his name and came all around his finger. Several seconds later, Jason pulled his finger free of her and touched her mouth with it.

“Taste yourself for me.” Jason watched, mesmerized, as she sucked his finger into her mouth and licked it clean. “Mm, see how sweet you are?” Not waiting for an answer, not expecting one, Jason positioned himself at her cleft and waited. His voice was a strained command as he rasped, “Open your eyes, Emma.”

Her eyelids fluttered open. “Jason?”

The fear in her eyes tore at him. “I won’t hurt you, baby,” he promised. “You can trust me.”

She stroked his jaw with her finger and nodded.

Jason covered her mouth in a rough kiss before drifting his lips down over her chin and throat. He tasted her erratic pulse there, then made a leisurely path farther down, until he reached one stiff nipple. He nipped at it and sucked it into his mouth, tasting her. But it wasn’t enough.

Jason slowly pushed into her tight pussy. “God, you feel good. So damn hot and tight.” He nearly exploded as her inner muscles squeezed him beyond reason. It was almost too much. Once he was buried deep inside her, Jason waited, allowing her body to become accustomed to his size.

Her sweet moans spurred him on. He started moving in a sensual rhythm, sliding in and out, taking his time and filling her to the hilt. It wasn’t enough, would never be enough. He rose up and hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her wider, then thrust in hard, fast, fucking her beyond reason.

He never took his gaze from her. And when her lashes started drifting down, Jason’s harsh growl—“No, baby, I want you to watch what I do to you”—made her look at him again. He said gently, “I want you to know who’s going to make you scream. Once I’m done loving you, there will be no doubt that only I can make you feel this damn good.”

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her bottom up off the bed. The motion pushed his cock inside her so far she felt impaled. She let loose a whimper of pleasure and threw her head from side to side, the sensation of him buried so deep overwhelming.

“God, baby, I’m going to come,” Jason growled.

The muscles in his neck were straining and his sinewy arms anchored her to him, effectively keeping her in place. Jason reached between their bodies and caressed her clit with one talented finger, stroking her wet heat. Emma came undone, shouting his name. Jason drove into her fast and hard several more times. Without warning, he joined her, pouring every ounce of his come into the condom.

They lay sweating and exhausted. Jason was still inside her for several seconds before he lifted off her and moved to dispose of the condom. When he came back to the bed and tucked her in close to his side, he kissed the top of her head and murmured, “You’re amazing, baby.”

“Ditto.” Her voice was husky, and her body was too exhausted to move even her big toe.

They lay like that for several minutes before Jason let his hands coast downward until they stroked her stomach, and then lower. He lifted his head after one last kiss to her collarbone and whispered, “Why can’t I seem to get enough of you? It’s never been this way for me.”

Emma understood, because she was the same with him. “I know what you mean. Maybe it’s chemistry.”

“It’s more than chemistry,” he admonished as he continued to massage her.

“I used to think I was frigid or something. Damian was never very interested in me. After he dumped me, I even suspected there must be something wrong with me physically.”

Jason cupped the back of her head and forced her to look at him. “And now?”

“You’ve discovered something inside me that no other man has ever been able to reach.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said, his voice a little rougher than before. “I like knowing that no man has ever touched you the way I do.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can see I’m going to have to be careful what I say, or you’ll end up with a head the size of Texas.”

He shrugged. “All I know is that you and I are well matched. We’re good together.”

She bit her lower lip to keep from blurting out her feelings. Silence filled the room for a time before Jason asked, “What did your family think of Damian?”

“There was only ever my grandmother, and she passed away about five years ago, before I ever met Damian.”

He stroked her hair in a soothing gesture. “What about your mother and father?”

She took a deep breath before admitting the awful truth of her birth. “My mother pretty much dumped me on my grandmother’s doorstep when I was a baby, then took off. I don’t remember her at all. My dad was never in the picture. From what my grandmother said, he was nothing more than a sperm donor.”

Jason was quiet for a while. She worried, wondering what he must think of her. Finally he said, “Come with me tomorrow evening. My brother and his better half are having a cookout. I want you to meet them.”

Emma looked over at him. “They won’t mind me crashing the party?”

“Of course not. We can go after you close the shop, and I’ll bring you back.” He paused, then added, “And if you’re feeling shy, don’t. You’ve already met them from when you used to work at Pete’s Pizzeria.”

She mulled that over. It’d be nice to meet the people in Jason’s life. And the fact that he was inviting her at all meant he saw her as more than a fun time, right? “If you’re sure they won’t mind, then I’d love to go.”

He turned her to her back and moved over on top of her. “Good,” he murmured. “Now, on to more interesting things.” His lips coasted over hers, and Emma was lost. It was hours before they finally fell asleep.

Chapter Six

The next evening, Emma found herself looking out Marquetta’s front window. Four men stood around a motorcycle, and they were practically drooling over it. She laughed when Jason smoothed his hand over the chrome.

She turned away from the ridiculous display. “He’s sort of in love with that machine, huh?”

Marquetta snorted. “Jensen’s just as bad. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he decides to buy one too. He already has two motorcycles, but he loves anything with pretty paint and a great engine.”

“The Kershaw brothers have a lot to answer for if you ask me.” The feminine voice belonged to AJ. Emma remembered the short, fit brunette from high school, but thanks to the shyness affliction Emma constantly battled, they’d never gotten to know each other.

“Why is that?” Emma asked, curious about AJ’s slightly perturbed tone.

AJ used her finger to swipe icing off her fork. “Seth and Ames keep talking about buying a motorcycle, but the idea petrifies me.”

Marquetta’s eyes softened as she stared at AJ. “Yeah, but you have to admit those two would look pretty great on their own cycles.”

AJ grinned. “Yeah, and the idea of hitching a ride with them isn’t exactly an unpleasant thought.”

“I never thought I’d ride a motorcycle. I’m way too much of a baby,” Emma said as she took another bite of her cake. “But Jason somehow manages to get me to do things I’d not normally do.”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Marquetta said. “But the guys are safe drivers. You don’t have to worry about that.” She took a drink of her strawberry cooler.

“Are you questioning my driving?”

The question came from behind her. Emma turned to see Jason standing near the front door. The black T-shirt he wore stretched across his muscular chest, and the old, faded jeans he wore hung low on his hips, sending her libido into overdrive. The man had a body to die for. And right now his hot gaze ate her up. Emma’s stomach did a little cartwheel. She knew what that look meant now.

She realized he’d asked her a question, and she merely stood there, staring at him like a nitwit. “Motorcycles just make me nervous, that’s all.”

When Jensen, Seth and Ames stepped into the room behind him, all three men grinning, Emma forced her body to cool down, lest she self-combust in front of everyone.

“I thought you were ogling Jason’s machine,” Marquetta said. “Should I be worried?”

Jensen strode across the room and took Marquetta into his arms. “You’re my one and only true love.”

Ames and Seth pulled up chairs on either side of AJ. Seth began to play with her ponytail while Ames took bites of her cake. Emma watched as AJ seemed totally oblivious that both men were into her.

“Hey, I thought we were going swimming,” Ames said, flicking the tip of AJ’s nose. “Where’s your suit?”

AJ rolled her eyes. “Underneath my clothes, dork.”

Jason’s lips kicked up at the corners. “What about you? Did you bring a swimsuit?”

“Uh, yeah.” Emma turned three shades of red. She was so not okay with wearing it in front of everyone.

Jason leaned close and murmured against her ear, “Are you feeling shy?”

She cringed. “Is it that obvious?”

Jason cupped her chin. “You can wear it for me later, when we’re alone.”

Emma had a sudden vision of modeling the suit for him, moments before he peeled it off her and made mad, passionate love to her. Her blood turned to molten lava. “That sounds much better to me,” she whispered.

When he leaned close and kissed her, Emma’s heart began to race out of control. “When you look at me like that, it makes me want to get you alone.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she replied. She glanced around the room and caught the way Jensen looked at Marquetta. The love in his eyes was so easy to see. Would Jason ever look at her that way?

“Come on, let’s eat,” Jason said as he helped her out of her chair. “The sooner we do that, the sooner I can get you home and ravish you.”

After the cookout, Jason made it back to her place in record time. Once inside the shop, he flipped the lock and pushed her up against the door and kissed her. His hand stroked her hip, then moved higher until he was an inch away from her center. He lifted his head an inch from her mouth and whispered, “How about I take you to the bedroom so I can show you what I want to do to you.”

“D-do you want a drink first?” She didn’t really care about drinks, but she thought she should at least offer.

He stood and held out his hand. “The only thing I want is you.”

Once inside the bedroom, Jason took her into his arms, and his mouth latched on to hers. The kiss started out as a demand but quickly turned into searing heat. Emma went pliant against his massive frame. Her hands had a mind of their own, wrapping around his neck and sifting through his hair before skating over the hard strength of his back. Clothes disappeared, and Emma moaned as she felt Jason’s fingers drifting over her sensitized nipple. Her mind went blank, and her legs quivered.

All at once, her feet left the floor as Jason whipped her into his arms. He never lifted his mouth from hers as he went to the bed. Laying her down, he angled his head and kissed her once more before pulling gently away. She felt bereft without his touch. It scared her to think he’d gotten under her skin so fast. With swift elegance, he came down on the bed so that he was laying parallel to her. She felt his large, powerful hands grasp her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Emma felt exposed.

As if sensing her unease, Jason said, “You’re beautiful, baby.” She started to say something, anything, but Jason hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “Like this, you’re the one in control. I want you to feel comfortable with me always.”

She felt it then, his arousal pushing at the cleft of her bottom. A little thrill ran through her that she had the ability to bring him to such a state. She moved slightly, just a small wriggling of her hips. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Jason’s eyes turned to fire in an instant. His teeth were gritted in restraint. He seemed determined to let her be the one in charge, but she could see it was costing him. He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs would be a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him. And still, he was letting her do as she wished.

It was time to see what she was made of.

Closing her eyes, Emma began by moving, slowly at first, in little circles, enjoying the feel of his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Jason growled, and a moan was torn from her soul. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. She watched in fascinated pleasure as the dark curls rasped them to taut peaks. Not able to stop herself, she lowered her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at his lip, and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Jason’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface.

Emma rose up a fraction of an inch and looked beseechingly into his eyes. “Let me, Jason.” As if not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his consent. She smiled, excited that he was going to let her discover each inch of him at her leisure.

She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin, smelling his arousal. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple; her fingers curled in his chest hair. She couldn’t get enough of him. She slithered down his body and kissed his flat stomach, running her hands over his chest, his arms, needing to touch him everywhere at once. Poised over his manhood, she looked up and saw him watching her, his entire body still and tense. She swept the heavy fall of her dark hair back and lowered her head, never taking her eyes off his. She grasped him in her hand and squeezed. He threw his head back and grunted. She let her tongue dart out, not able to resist tasting the tip of him. His gaze flew back to hers, and she felt a zing of feminine triumph at the pleasure on his face.

He moved now, burrowing both of his large hands in her hair and pulling her head down. Farther and farther, until she had his entire length inside the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked in, hollowing her cheeks in an untutored effort to bring him gratification.

He cursed.

Suddenly, she was pulled upward till she once again sat on top of him. Had she done something wrong? She blushed and looked away, not wanting to see his dissatisfaction at her amateur attempts to please him.

“Have mercy, baby. Another second, and I wouldn’t have been able to stop.”

Comprehension dawned, and she smiled, glad she’d pleased him.

“I want to be inside you,” he told her. “So damn deep inside you. Don’t make me wait another second. I beg of you.”

She laughed. “I ought to make you suffer longer. I’m certain you’ve never begged a day in your life.”

He closed his eyes in torment. “Ah hell, woman.”

Suddenly Emma no longer wanted to tease. Jason’s need was hers. His urgency fueled her raging inferno. She raised her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. But he stopped her unexpectedly, holding her poised above him, his voice a scrape of gravel. “Last night, you gave yourself over to me, and I’m afraid I wasn’t as gentle as I should’ve been. You might be a little sore.”

It touched her heart that he was willing to see to her comfort above his own needs. “If I hurt we’ll stop, I promise.”

He considered that, then replied, “At the slightest twinge of discomfort, okay?”

She nodded and lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of him. She closed her eyes and arched her back, then pushed down all the way.

“Oh, Jason, you feel so good.”

“
You
feel good,” he groaned. “So damn warm and tight.” He wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. He wished to give her the tender loving she deserved. So he stayed put, satisfied to watch her learn her body with him. Her honest responses and innocent gestures made him crazy. He felt the animal in him rise, but with his well-developed discipline and patience, he mercilessly managed to push the creature down. There was no telling if he’d be able to hold on to his control the next time they came together. She simply had more passion in her little pinky than any woman he’d ever known had in her entire body. And he was glad to be the one to tap into it. Her movements turned frantic, frenzied, and all thought fled.

He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Jason pumped and pulled at the little nub, encouraged by the anxious sounds that emanated from Emma’s throat. Her breaths quickened, and she moved faster on top of him. Jason’s cock thickened as he neared the edge. He stroked her once more, sending her flying over the cliff as she came all around his cock.

He removed his hand and clutched her hips in his strong grasp. “Look at me, baby.” Emma’s lashes fluttered open, and he whispered, “You and I, we’re exclusive.”

“You don’t share well with others?” she asked, her voice raspy from her eager cries.

“Not when it comes to you,” he bit out as he pushed her down. Hard. Filling her completely as if verifying his words.

His explosion came quick and furious.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. Their hearts beat out of control, and their bodies were slick from exertion. He wrapped his arms around her delicate rib cage and held her there. She wiggled, and he pulled back to look at her. Her frown confused him. “What?”

“I loved every second of what we just did, but being exclusive is…scary to me. I went that route, and it ended up nearly sucking the life out of me. I don’t want to lose myself again. I can’t.”

“I get that, but—”

Emma cut him off with a hand over his mouth. “No ‘buts’. I need to take baby steps here. Not giant leaps.”

Jason gritted his teeth against the denial that sprang to his lips. She’d been hurt by Damian, and he didn’t want to add to that pain by being a pushy ass. Instead, he nodded his head. Eventually, she would be his, and he wouldn’t be dumb enough to treat her like a doormat either. Normally, he was all about maintaining some sort of emotional distance with a woman, but it was different with Emma. She was different. To hell with distance.

He shifted them so they lay spoon fashion, then pulled her in close. As she cozied her bottom against his groin, Jason smiled. She was becoming comfortable with him. Jason wrapped his arm over her stomach, binding her to him. For the first time he could remember, he wanted something deeper with a woman. He wanted love. He wanted Emma. And he meant to have her. He might have to chase her, but in the end, she’d be his.