“They wouldn’t be lying.”
“Your body is cute.”
I raise an eyebrow, but he nods with the eagerness of a geology professor showing a particularly interesting rock on a university field trip. “Soft. Buddha-ish.”
My eyes widen.
“I mean, not as round as the Buddha.”
“I should hope not.” I glance at my stomach. It curves out.
Fuck.
“You look well-nourished.” Then he kneads my stomach, then bends down to kiss it.
Okay. Jason is pretty amazing. It’s possible that amazingness doesn’t extend to fantastic taste, but I won’t argue against myself more. It’s not like I’m actively trying to convince him to see fault in me. I’m not a total idiot. Just a partial one. Which more than suffices. Trust me.
“I have condoms in my bedside drawer,” he says.
“Oh. You want...”
Sex. Jason wants sex. With me.
Full-on sex. The kind that wasn’t possible on the island. The kind not everyone has.
I turn to him. “You don’t need to do it for my sake.”
“I know.” His eyes are too wide, and pink spreads over his chest.
I hesitate.
“Please?” He trembles.
Jason is worried I’ll say no.
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” I clamber off him and rush to the drawer. I pull out condoms and lube, then fling them onto the bed.
Jason watches me, his fingers drumming over the expensive sheets in a too-quick rhythm.
“Lie down.”
Relief moves over his face, and he plops his body back onto the bed at once. I crawl toward him, keeping eye contact, and I swear to God I can see his pulse increase.
I unbuckle his belt, then slide it off. I fling it onto the rug.
“You making my room messier, Prescott?”
“Um, maybe?”
His eyes dance, and I brush my fingers over his crotch.
His eyes go funny, and his cock hardens further.
I remove his socks, then slide his trousers off him.
He’s naked. Jason Larvik is naked in front of me, cock hard and leaking. My Jason.
I hurry and take off my pants, take off my socks, take off my boxer briefs. I fling everything onto a chair.
