Page 3 of Jaz
Those green eyes widened, that sexy mouth formed a tight little O, but then she smiled, and horny wasn’t all he was. Fuck.
Then she asked, “For me?”
How could she ask him that? He was standing there, holding her in his arms with her legs holding his hips, and she was asking him if he was horny for her? He caught a glimpse of her eyes before she lowered her heavy-with-mascara lashes over them. Uncertainty mixed with heat. That was all he needed to know.
“Yeah, baby. All for you.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
Her hands were restless against his arms and her gaze fixated on his mouth.
“In part, yes. That’s why I’m here.”
He loved holding her, cradling her. What started out as gut-wrenching lust six months ago had turned into something more. Big, hulking, bald, tattooed, pierced ex-con Jaz was falling and falling hard.
He sure as hell hoped it didn’t hurt when he hit the ground.
He nipped at her chin. “That,” he nudged her with his hips. “And …” He kissed his way along her jaw until he could tug at her ear with his teeth. She moaned and tilted her head. “Happy Birthday,” he whispered low and hot. She shivered against him. Damn.
Gonna. Be. The. Fucking. Death. Of. Him.
“Jackie told you?”
He nodded and nipped at her chin again, sliding his tongue into the dimple. “She did.” He might as well lay it all out. “Truth is I’ve had a thing for you since the first night you showed up at my table. Jackie saw it. She thinks you have a bit of a thing for me , too. So, here I am.”
“Oh.” She blushed. “I do. I’ve told her. I can’t believe I’m telling you. I never imagined … Y-you’re my present?”
It spread, slow, from one corner of her lips to the other. Her smile lit up the room. The words out of her mouth weakened his knees, reminded him once more of innocence, and made his dick even harder.
“I am. For twenty-four hours, I am all yours. We can do anything, go anywhere.”
“Anything?”
Her eyes flared with heat and she shimmied in his arms, pressing down on his cock. She grinned at his strangled groan. He wasn’t even sure he could get words to pass through his lips. “I take it you know at least one thing you want to do?”
“Oh yes. Is that … Is that okay?”
So bold one minute, so shy the next. The blush that covered her cheeks showed even under all the make-up. “Damn, woman. I’m harder than a pole and you’re asking me if it’s okay to fuck?”
She ducked her head against his shoulder and laughed while nodding. A pinch on her ass had her yelping and lifting her head enough that he could capture her mouth again. Tentative for less than a moment before her tongue was between his lips and she was stealing his breath. Her arms around his neck, she pressed her bra-covered tits against his chest. Even through that layer and the layer of his t-shirt, he could feel her nipples, hard, pointing.
Jaz pushed away from the door. He walked, hobbled, stumbled as best he could to the nearest table. She lifted her mouth from his, and he allowed her to slide down his body. Those damn boots, those sexy-as-all-hell boots brought the top of her head to his shoulder where otherwise her head would fit perfect in the center of his chest.
“Turn around and put your hands on the table. Push your ass back toward me.”
She did as he told her. She pivoted on one chunky heel, flipped her blonde hair, and sent him the sexiest “Come and get me” look he’d ever seen. He couldn’t get his jeans unbuttoned fast enough. The woman wanted to fuck on her birthday. And he was more than happy to oblige her every minute of the next twenty-four hours.
“Bend over more, rest your weight on your elbows.” He inched the skirt up over her hips with his free hand, baring her ass to his view for the first time. He ached at the sight of the lace panties she wore. He wanted to rip them from her body. “Are these special?” he asked, tugging at the waistband.
“No.”
“Good. Look up in the mirror.”
She did and their eyes met. He smiled and tugged hard on the crotch of her panties, ripping a hole in the lace. The green orbs widened and he smiled, watching her. The color darkened as they dilated, and his fingers found her sex. Damn. She was soaked, as he parted the lips and delved deeper. A moan escaped, but she never looked away. She held his gaze captive by the hunger and arousal he saw staring back at him.
Her lips were swollen, both sets, and he parted the lower ones with his thumb to stroke her clit. His fingers were thick and he slid a second one inside her, stretching her. Slow and steady, he began to drive them upward.
The heels of her boots and her bent-over position had her at the right height for him to thrust forward, for him to—
