The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances. Jo Leigh
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to increase his bone density, whatever it took. She couldn’t believe the strength he already possessed.
He had just returned, but he was going to leave her.
She tried to turn to walk away, but her boot heel caught on some trail debris and she let out a shriek as she lost her balance and fell on her backside. Legs and arms akimbo, she wished just once she could have a little bit of grace.
Jason turned, slowly lowering the railroad tie to the ground. He wiped his face where beads of sweat had formed and then sauntered over to her like a man who knew he owned her, body and soul.
She wanted to deny it, even if just to herself, but she knew she couldn’t. She pushed herself to her feet and waited for him to get closer. The scent of his earthy musk mingled with his spicy aftershave. She put her hand up, not even pretending she was doing anything other than touching his bulging pecs. He flexed the padded muscles of his chest under her hand.
“Spying on me?”
“Actually, I didn’t realize you’d come back.”
“But you found me anyway,” he said.
“I did,” she admitted. “God, you are hot.”
“I am sweaty. Is that gross?” he asked.
On any other guy, probably, but on him...no. Not even close.
Molly couldn’t resist rubbing her thumb over his flat brown nipple. His eyes widened and his lips parted.
“I’m guessing you don’t mind.”
Molly didn’t want to talk. She was mad at him. Still. Even more upset with herself for letting him get to her. She’d missed him. She wanted them to have sex again. She’d even gone to see her doctor after that night in her truck and got a prescription for the pill so she wouldn’t have to worry about a condom. She figured all the medical tests Jason had been through recently would have turned up any sexually transmitted diseases. And he was the first man she’d been with in a long time.
She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers. Her tongue brushed his and she closed her eyes without meaning to. She felt him shaking slightly, his control slipping.
She wanted more and refused to deny herself. She took her hand in his, linking their fingers together. His hand in hers was solid and strong.
The sun shone brightly down on them, warming them as he led her toward the shade provided by a large oak tree. Underneath she noticed his sleeping bag.
“So you haven’t just returned from San Diego. You’ve been hiding out,” she said.
“Not hiding...just giving you some space,” he said.
“I don’t need space, Jason,” she admitted.
“What do you need?” he asked.
“You.”
He drew her into his arms from behind. His head rested on her shoulder and his big hands spanned her waist. She stood completely still, feeling the heat of his body against hers. They fit perfectly together.
He turned her in his arms, keeping his hands at her waist. He gave her a half smile before he leaned in closer.
“You have a very tempting mouth,” he said softly, his breath brushing her lips. “It’s all can think about.”
“Really?”
“Yes. No matter how many weights I lift or how hard I drive my body, exhaustion doesn’t seem to quell my need for you.”
Then, his mouth was on hers. He took his time kissing her, rubbing his lips lightly over hers. She wanted more and opened her mouth to invite him closer. He tasted so...delicious.
She swept her tongue into his mouth and he met her thrusts with his own. Then he closed his teeth carefully over her tongue and sucked. She shivered and went up on her tiptoes to get closer to him.
His taste was addicting and she wanted more. Yes, she thought, she wanted much more of him, not just his kisses.
She put her hands on his shoulders and then moved them higher to rub his scalp. His short hair was soft and smooth under her palms.
His hands drifted to her shoulders, and then past them, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern over her breasts. One brushed the edge of her nipple.
Exquisite shivers racked her body as his finger continued to move slowly over her. He found the buttons and undid them slowly. Once her top was fully unfastened and the material fell away from her, he pushed it down her arms to the ground, taking her wrists in his hands and stepping back.
She was proud of her body and worked hard to stay in shape, and she was very glad of that as he looked at her. His gaze started at the top of her head and moved down her neck and chest to her waist.
His hands followed his gaze, unfastening her bra and drawing it away from her chest. He dropped it to the ground before he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did and immediately she was surrounded by him. His hands were on her butt, his mouth was on her breasts and he suckled her gently. Nibbling at her nipples as he massaged her backside. When he took one nipple into his mouth, she felt everything inside of her tighten and her center grow moist.
Then he laid her down on the soft sleeping bag and knelt over her. His mouth... She couldn’t even think. She could only feel the sensations that were washing over her as he continued to focus on her breasts.
One of his heavy thighs parted her legs and then he was between them. She felt the ridge of his cock rubbing against her core and she shifted to increase the sensation.
She wanted to touch him, had to hold him to her as he kissed his way from her breasts down to her belly button. He looked up at her and for a moment when their eyes met there was something in his that alarmed her. He wanted her, but he didn’t want to want her, she thought.
She only let it disturb her for a second before he lowered his head again and nibbled at the skin of her belly, his tongue moving around the indentation of her belly button. Each time he dipped his tongue in, her clit tingled.
His mouth moved lower on her, his hands going to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and then slowly lowering the zipper. She felt the warmth of his breath on her lower belly and then the edge of his tongue as he traced the skin revealed by the opening.
His lips felt soft and smooth against her. She moaned a little, afraid to say his name out loud. Afraid he’d hear how much she needed him, wanted him...cared for him.
“Lift your hips,” he said.
She planted her feet on the sleeping bag, doing as he’d asked, and felt him draw her jeans over her hips and down her thighs. She was left wearing the tiny black thong she’d put on that morning.
He palmed her through the fabric and she squirmed.
He gave it to her. Running his fingers under her panties to skim her damp flesh. Then he pulled her underwear down with his teeth. He leaned back on his knees and just stared down at her.
“You are exquisite,” he said.
His voice was low and husky and made her blood flow heavier in her veins. Everything about this man seemed to make her hotter and hornier than she’d ever been before.
“It’s you,” she said in a raspy voice. “You are the one who is making me...”
“I am making you,” he said. “And I’m not going to be happy until you come harder than you ever have before.”
She shuddered at the impact of his words. She felt them all the way through her body. He lowered his head again and rubbed his chin over her. The stubble brushing against her sensitive clit was sweet torment.
He parted her with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and she felt the air against her