Game, Set, Match (A Humorous Contemporary Romance) (Love Match) (35 page)

Gasping, he fought for control. He broke the kiss and locked eyes with her. Brushing fly-away strands of her hair out of her face, he tucked them behind her ear. “You are so unbelievably beautiful.” She dipped her head shyly, but he held her head in place.

“You make me feel beautiful.” Breaking eye contact, she looked around. “I think we’ve stopped.”

Reluctant to let her go, he took a deep breath. She was right. The limo had crawled to a stop. “I guess we’ll have to wait until we can get inside. Do you think you can wait that long?”

She groaned like a plaintive child forced to wait till Christmas to open her presents. Bending her head, she nipped,
then licked his neck. “But I don’t want to wait.” She moved against the ridge in his trousers, forcing a groan out of his throat.

Shit
. Neither did he, but the chauffeur would open the door in a minute so they needed to disengage. With pained reluctance, he shifted her away from him and led her out of the limo. Once inside the house, Jason could feel the tight rein of his control begin to slip and eventually fade away. “Izzy, come here.”

****

Izzy had no choice but to obey. Every time Jason spoke her name, delicious tremors took over her nerves. She stepped toward him, her heart pounding in time with each step she took. 
Thud. Thud. Thud.

When she stood directly in front of him, she could smell a familiar musky scent mixed with cologne. Voice hoarse and thick, she said, “I’m here.”

Mouth dry, she peeked her tongue out to moisten her lips. His eyes tracked the travel of her tongue. They clouded, darkened until she couldn’t see his pupils. She couldn’t help but sway into him, the energy of his body pulled her in.

“Put your arms around my neck.” His voice lowered several octaves, and she shivered.

She obliged because it brought her closer to him and there was nothing she wanted more. When he dipped, she swore she’d feel the searing heat of his kiss, but he held back and only brought his lips close enough to tease and commingle their breaths.

In an instant, steel
-gripped hands lifted her off her feet and forced her legs around his waist. She felt his hands on her ass and gasped in surprise. He kneaded her flesh bringing her core against his shaft.

“Jason.”

“Remember what you did in the limo?”

“Yes, I—”

“Do it again.”

Instinctively, she moved against him.
Desperate to be closer. Desperate to feel all of him. He dipped his head to kiss her. His tongue teased her lips apart, eager to find its playmate.

She felt them move, and she assumed he directed them toward the back bedroom. However, when he sat and took her with him, she realized they were in the living room.
The fire burned strong and high in the fireplace, warming her to the point of overheating. She gave him a quizzical look. “You don’t want to go to the bedroom?”

He trailed scorching open-mouthed kisses from her ear down to her neck. “We’ll get there.” He took a nip out of her neck which sent shivers coursing down her spine. “I’ve dreamed about you on this couch since I saw you curled on it last weekend.
”

She felt the heat rise and flush her face. He’d thought about her.
Dreamed about her. That thought filled her with feminine power. She rocked her core against him once, then twice, and he bit off a curse. “Damn, Izzy.”

She did it again, unable to deny herself the pleasure of feeling the length of him press against her. “
Mmm,” she moaned, unable to stop touching him.

While she worked on the buttons of his tuxedo shirt, he grabbed fistfuls of hair with both hands, gently tugging her head back to give him better access to her neck. The combination of pleasure and pain sent another shiver through her body. “God, Jason.”

He kissed his way back up her throat to her lips. “You like that?”

She muttered a yes, and he did it again with his left hand. His other hand traced a path of heat from her neck down the center of the dress. He alternated murmuring love words and taking nips of her neck, lips,
shoulders.

His right hand found its way into the bodice of her dress, and he muttered another curse as he dragged his lips from hers. He took several sharp
, ragged breaths. “You’ve been running around all night without a bra haven’t you?”

She gave a slow nod, and he rewarded her with a brief flick of his thumb over her left nipple. Intense pleasure forced a cry from her throat. She wanted to tell him that a bra wasn’t the only thing she’d gone without, but she figured he’d find that surprise on his own.

Jason dragged the top of her dress down, and she wiggled to get her arms out of the sleeves. His eyes transfixed on her breasts with such intensity, she wondered if something was wrong. She looked down to see his bronzed hands splayed over her dark skin. His hips rocked, and she smiled. She wondered if she could die from pleasure.

She dragged his shirttails out of his pants and went to work on the rest of his clothes. She unhooked the clasp of his trousers and slid the zipper down. His hands constantly moved and touched, but they jerked to a stop when she slid a hand inside his boxers and released him from the confines.

He sat still for several heart beats as she stroked, jaw clenched. When she stroked him again, he growled out, “Izzy, stop. We should slow down.” She could feel his sharp intake of breath when she pumped him again. He growled out another warning before he placed a hand over hers to stop her ministrations. “You’re naughty, you know that?”

She almost laughed. If desire weren’t pouring
through her veins, and the ache at her core so strong she thought she might die from need, she would have. “I want you.”

He released her and worked the piles of dress fabric to her legs. Strong, calloused hands grasped her thighs and trailed up her legs. When his fingers traced what would have been her underwear line, his half-lidded gaze widened, and he stared.

“Shit, if I’d have known—”

She rocked her hips against his seeking fingers, needing the penetration, needing the release only he could bring. “What would you have done if you’d have known?”

He smiled, locking his gaze with hers as he slid one finger into her fevered center. Izzy moaned at the penetration. “Jason, what are you doing to me?”

“Teasing,” he replied and inserted another finger. He began a steady rhythm, refusing to allow her to take over.

“Please.” She tried to drag in a breath. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He chuckled. “Impatient aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She pulled him to her so she could kiss him.

Grabbing the fabric of her dress, he bunched it together and pulled it up over her head. Completely bare, Izzy felt the prickling unease of exposure, and she wanted him just as naked. She tugged at his shirt until he dragged his arms free, a task made more difficult by his fascination with her breasts and the silken folds between her legs.

His trousers demanded more creativity. He pulled a condom from his pocket, scooted to the end of the couch, and shimmied his legs free. The tremble in his hands as he sheathed himself sent a little thrill all the way down to her toes. Before she could fully recover, he shifted her into position and moaned her name. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Gripping her tight, he slowly levered them down back onto the couch and sheathed himself inch by inch. Izzy gasped his name as he filled her, and seared her tender flesh. The fit was snug, but her body accommodated and stretched to fit around his large size.

“Jason,” she breathed.

“Baby…”

“Too big.”

“God, you feel so—” He gripped her tightly to him caressing her back, hands moving to grip her cheeks, he moaned. “Baby, move for me.”’

She didn’t need any invitation. As her body adjusted around him, she gripped his shoulders for support and used her legs for leverage.

When she leaned back for a better angle, he dipped his head, taking her left nipple between his lips. As he
laved and suckled, she felt the deep ache at her core. He grazed her nipple with his teeth, and she could feel her impending orgasm.

He felt it as well because he stopped and mumbled against her breast. “That’s it. Let go. Come for me, baby.”

Jason kept up the same slow and steady rhythm as if he were in no hurry at all. But, his clenched jaw, and his insistent stroking of her flesh, said he was as far gone as she. He kept up their rhythm and locked his lips with hers. His thumb circled her clit, massaging it into fevered attention.

“Jason, I…”

“Yes, Baby…”

“I, I….”

“Come on, Baby, come on…” Spoken on a guttural growl as he pumped and increased his movements. He never removed his lips from hers.

The tingling spasms began at the base of her spine and spread until she barreled toward the edge of the cliff. On a scream, she came apart in his hands.

She clutched him to her as he bucked his hips and increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Roaring, he joined her in a freefall off the cliff.

****

A deep chill woke Izzy out of her slumber. She peeked an eye open and looked around trying to see through the pitch black that surrounded her. She reached for her blanket, but snatched her hand back when she came in contact with hard searing heat. 
Jason
. Memories flooded over her as she recalled the limousine—the couch—the floor.

She bit back the moan as her body responded to the memories. She’d been his to do what he wanted with, and she’d loved every minute of it. It wasn’t like she’d never had sex before. Just never sex like that.
Raw and dirty and so satisfying. With Jason she could do anything with no fear.

She sighed when Jason pulled her close to him and turned her over on the rug so they could spoon. As she nestled against him, the hard length of him nudged against her ass.

He couldn’t possibly.

“Hmmm, baby. You cold?” he whispered into her neck.

She nodded and murmured something noncommittal. She didn’t feel nearly as cold now resting against his heat, but they couldn’t stay on the floor forever. She wiggled to get closer, and he growled.

“Damn woman, I’m not a machine.” But that didn’t stop him from lifting her leg and shifting behind her to align his cock with her warm femininity.

She felt him searching for something with his free hand.

“What’s the matter?”

“Damn honey, I think we’re out of condoms. I left a couple down here, in the hopes you might, erm, come to Malibu. I didn’t think we’d go through them all.”

She felt a flush warm her body from the inside. “Oh.
I uhm. I’ve been tested in the last year, and I’m on the pill.”

He hissed in a breath. “I had a clean bill of health at my last check
-up. But we can just go upstairs. I’m pretty sure I have some more around here somewhere.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“Are you sure, Izzy? I—”

“Shut up and make love to me.”

He chuckled and drew her back up against him. “Somebody sure is bossy. I could get used to this.”

As he entered her with slow precision, she gasped. She hadn’t thought her body could handle any more, but her flesh parted and stretched to accommodate him.

“You sore?” He stilled, waiting for an answer.

“A little, but don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The twitch of his cock inside her tight channel wasn’t voluntary, but the movement made her push against him.

“You’re not…hurting me. Don’t…you…dare stop,” she breathed out.

He chuckled, but inched forward again. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.” And he wasn’t kidding. She felt every ridge and vein of him as he moved within her and wished she could have felt this every time. The contrast of his soft satiny skin against the hard column of his cock was enough to make her quiver.

They didn’t have the same urgency as their previous lovemaking sessions. He took his time, as if in no hurry to ever leave. With aching tenderness, he kissed her neck and shoulder whispering words of love into her ear. He told her how beautiful she was,
how much he loved being inside her. How much he needed to touch her. How good she felt bare.

All words any woman would love to hear. She felt the telltale clamping of her inner walls and moaned as the pleasure and spasms increased.
“Oh, God, Jason.” He wasn’t far behind her, as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises and thrust into her. She felt the warm flush of his seed as he tumbled over the edge in release.

“Jesus.
Izzy.” After he shuddered, he held her for several minutes before he disengaged.

She stretched languorously and watched his tight butt walk into the bathroom nearest the kitchen. He turned on the bathroom light and for a moment, the light backlit him. He looked back at her and smiled that smile that always made her ache. “You’re beautiful, Izzy Connors. I’m so lucky.”

And, because she knew he meant it, she swiped at the tear that rolled down her cheek. She loved him, and he would break her heart.