Still working on the next one – To Own You. Will keep you posted!
I rested my back on the bed as he took off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me, placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was visible on his chin.
“I’m thirty-one years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.
What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.
“Sure, Jason,” I hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.
He started with his lips, tongue, and fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore. His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.
“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”
I flinched and snatched my hands away.
He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.
I returned to my own sensual exploration. The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.