She hissed when Jason bit down on her breast a little harder than before. He immediately soothed the reddened skin with a kiss. “You don’t understand what you’re asking,” he said as he straightened and looked her in the eye.
“I know what I want, Jason.” She made no apology for that. It was new for her to ask for it out loud. To demand something and not be sure he would follow her direction.
He caught the bra and crushed it in his hand as he gathered the last of his restraint. “Don’t worry, Claire. I’ll give you everything you want. All you need to do is tell me how I make you feel.”
“Fine,” she said as she stripped her panties down her legs. “I want to feel your chest against my back. I want to feel your hands gripping my hips as you bend me over the sofa. And I want to feel your cock deep inside me—”
Claire bit back a yelp when Jason curled his sinewy arm around her waist and turned her away. Her back bumped against his chest, the buttons of his shirt pressing against her spine. She was aware of how thick his cock was against her bare buttocks.
“You drive me crazy, Claire,” he growled against her ear as he squeezed her breast with one hand. “You get me all jacked up and wild. I’m on the edge and I won’t be able to hold out for long. It’s going to be fast and hard.”
“That’s perfect.” She licked her lips as he covered her sex with his other hand.
“You deserve better.” Jason pressed his finger against her slick and swollen clitoris, and she bucked against his hand. “You should have more.”
“Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean that I only like sweet, romantic sex. I want—” A guttural moan tore from her throat.
“Quiet?” he said in a teasing tone as stroked her. Her breath hitched in her throat as her skin went hot and tingly. “Sweet? I never thought of you as that, Claire.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Please, Jason. Take me now.”
“Already?” His voice was raspy and low against her ear. “You must have been hot for me all night long.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t deny it even if she wanted to. But why hide her needs? Why conceal how she felt about Jason?
Jason gripped her waist with both hands and moved them closer to the sofa. She heard him mutter something under his breath before he reached for his wallet and retrieved a condom. Blood roared in her ears as excitement clutched her ribs.
Jason suddenly bent her over the arm of the sofa. She lay against the cushion with her ass jutting up. He gripped her hips tightly, the crown of his penis pressing against her entrance before he plunged into her.
Claire closed her eyes, the sensations rushing through her body as her flesh gripped him tightly. A shuddering moan rumbled inside Jason as she arched her spine and ground her hips against him. His fingers tightened against her hips as he began to thrust.
This was better than any of the sexual fantasies she’d had about Jason Strong. His cock stretched and filled her. She inhaled his hot, masculine scent and heard his ragged breathing as he drove into her. His fingers dug into her hips as the intense lust coiled tighter and tighter.
She clutched the sofa cushion with her hands as she fought off the climax. She wanted more. She wanted this to last. Claire closed her eyes as streaks of white-hot pleasure tore through her. She parted her lips and gave a keening cry as Jason’s relentless rhythm grew wilder.
Jason made one final, powerful thrust before he gave a hoarse shout. He slumped forward and fell upon Claire. He gulped for air. He was heavy and his shirt clung to her glistening skin but she didn’t want to move.
“I’m taking you to bed,” Jason said in between breaths.
Claire smiled. She had the most erotic dreams about Jason in a bed. There was no way she could explore them all within a week. But she didn’t know if she would be able to leave Woodinville—leave Jason—if she hadn’t fulfilled every fantasy. The idea scared her.
Jason Strong had the power to make her stay and forego her plans to prove herself. She couldn’t let that happen.
* * *
THE NEXT MORNING Jason sat across from Claire at a popular bistro on the edge of town. The place was crowded for Sunday brunch and they had been lucky to get a table. He had known to come early but it had been difficult rousing Claire and getting her out of bed. It turned out that Claire was not a morning person. That was one of many things he had learned about her in the past few hours.
She stared tiredly out of the window at the dreary sky and the wind tugging at the leaves on the trees. He studied her profile, noting the low ponytail and the lack of makeup. He didn’t like how she’d concealed her body in a gray hoodie and jeans. Jason wanted to see more of her generous curves.