Page 112 of Major Love

Jason watches me for a moment before exhaling roughly. “Tell me you’re staying.”

I laugh quietly and whisper, “Jason, that’s not a question.”

Laugh lines crinkle at the sides of his eyes as he nods his head. “Guess it’s not.”

I wait for him to continue, to ask his question, smiling harder when he tentatively touches my ponytail, gently rubbing a blonde curl between his thick fingers.

And when a good ten seconds pass by I can’t contain my amusement anymore.

“You still haven’t asked me anything,” I point out, giggling when he scrunches my whole ponytail in his big fist.

He smiles, flicking his eyes back down to mine. “I don’t ask twice.”

“You didn’t ask me anything the first time around!”

A smile tugs at his mouth as he murmurs, “Guess I didn’t.”

“Jason!” I laugh, and in the next second I’m breathless as his mouth descends on mine in a heart-stopping kiss.

Those large palms cup my cheeks, his shoulders hunched so that he can reach me, and I squeeze my arms around his neck as tight as possible.

“Stay,” he murmurs against me, making my stomach flutter as he kisses me again.

His mouth is gentle but firm, his breathing heavy as I tug him closer, and then my boots are lifted from the snow as he heaves me by my waist in his warm hands.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I whisper back to him, not wanting to hurt his feelings but knowing that I have to be honest about this. There’s still the job offer for me in Nashville, but here, in Phoenix Falls…

I may have been gone for a long time, but I have a really good reason to stay.

Jason searches my eyes, always understanding, and swipes his tongue over his lower lip, breathing shallowly as he nods.

“I get that,” he rasps quietly. “Just… tell me that you’ll consider it. Staying. Here, in Phoenix Falls with me.”

And then I look deep into his burning eyes, nodding as I say, “Yes.”

Jason growls with relief, his large palm caressing my throat, and his mouth claims mine as he walks us backwards, mounting the snowmobile without even looking.

He eventually glances down as he spreads his quads over the seat, and then he’s positioning me over his lap, dropping one hand to my waist as he kisses me gently.

And Jason is so tall that, even sitting on his lap, I’m still shorter than him – a realisation that makes him chuckle as he grips beneath my thigh to try and push me upwards.

“I can’t help it,” I whisper against him, which only makes him laugh more.

“I love it,” he murmurs back to me, his palm roaming over my behind and then squeezing it roughly.

My thighs tighten around his waist and he groans quietly, deepening the kiss, slowly sliding his tongue against mine as I trail my fingers up his large biceps.

“Your coat is soaked,” I whisper breathlessly, which makes him nod before glancing down at our clothes.

He reaches behind me to check the back of my jacket and the undersides of my thighs, and a rumbled curse leaves his mouth when the wet fabric leaves his fingers drenched.

“Fuck,” he whispers, before swiping at his forehead and glancing skyward, snow from the trees pattering against our cheeks just as a fresh fall begins to scatter.

He scans the treetops for a long moment before looking down the mountain toward where his house is currently hidden from view.

“We need to head back,” he tells me gruffly, but the second that our eyes lock he’s kissing me again, groaning quietly as he licks his tongue against mine, while the snow flutters endlessly around us. His large palm brackets my jaw, then caresses my neck, his mouth warm and hard as I wrap myself around him.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps, gripping my hips and breathing heavily. “There’s a shelter around here, but my place is close enough to ride back to.”

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