He could feel her warm mouth gently suckle his balls, and then, to his surprise, she sunk her teeth into his upper thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
Jesus! She’s marking me just like I did to her neck.
The act was so damn carnal and possessive that Jason groaned into her hot flesh. The vibrations dragged a long moan from Hope as she took his c**k completely into her mouth, owning it as she moved up and down on the shaft. Her slick hand wrapped around the root of it, unable to take his entire length.
Jason felt Hope’s body tremble, and her hips moved. He lifted his hand and slapped her ass hard to make her stop. He needed her pu**y in his face, his tongue on her clit. He needed to feel her climax. Now. She moved again and he smacked her ass a second time, feeling the vibrations of her aroused moan around his cock. She knew exactly what he wanted—for her to stay still—and she asked for him to dominate every time she moved. Jason gave her exactly what she wanted, and as he slapped the cheeks of her ass one last time, he felt her body shudder. His tongue speared into her sheath and he could feel her muscles spasm. She moaned desperately around his c**k as she climaxed, her strokes against his c**k frenzied.
Jason grasped her hips, rubbed his entire face into her shivering folds as he found his own long, hard release and spilled himself into Hope’s throat as she continued to consume him.
The two of them lay there on the floor, bodies shivering in completion while they were wrapped together, neither one stopping until they were completely spent.
The kitchen was finally silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Hope rolled off his body so he could breathe, and he caught her around the waist to help her crawl up next to him before she collapsed on her belly.
“Best. Breakfast. Ever,” Jason said in a husky voice. His chest still rose and fell rapidly.
Hope let out a breathless giggle next to him, and laughed harder as she caught her breath.
The sound of her laughter was infectious, and Jason roared with amusement. He pulled her sticky body on top of his.
“We’re a mess,” she snorted gleefully.
The kitchen floor was smeared with chocolate everywhere, and Hope’s hair and face still had remnants of the sticky sweet dotting her creamy skin. She still chortled with delight as their eyes met, hers filled with joy.
To Jason, she’d never looked more beautiful. He got to his feet and pulled her up beside him, wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down to rub his nose against hers affectionately. He kissed her tenderly, savoring the feel of her in his arms.
As he pulled back, he could see a small red mark on her neck. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, remorseful as he traced a finger lightly over the spot.
“No,” she answered with a sated sigh. “I love it when you lose control.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “This morning was so…” She stopped, seemingly unable to find the right words.
“Kinky,” Jason finished with a wicked grin.
She nodded and smiled back at him.
“Sweetheart, you haven’t seen kinky yet,” he told her huskily.
Her eyes lit up. “There’s more?”
Jason laughed. Her enthusiastic look amused him. “A whole lot more.”
“You’ll teach me everything before you go?” she asked tentatively.
“Count on it,” he vowed forcefully. He wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she. She was stuck with him, ass**le or not, and he hated it whenever she mentioned separating. If he got his way, and he was determined he would, they’d have forever. “And I’m not going anywhere.” He tightened his arms around her convulsively.
Happy to finally have Hope in his arms, Jason was still full of regret and remorse. He was a fool not to have recognized how he felt about Hope years earlier, and he might have saved her from the horrifying trauma she’d gone through had he been honest with himself and with her. Fucking her wasn’t going to rid him of his restlessness or his loneliness. He needed her, but he had to have her in his life forever. He should never have lied to her, plotted for his own selfish reasons. All he could do was hope she’d forgive him, or she might as well rip his heart out and stomp it into the ground.
Truth was, Hope had him wrapped around her little finger, and Jason wasn’t even struggling to get free. If he hadn’t been such an ass**le, he would have realized that he was completely, totally, and irrevocably in love with Hope, and probably had been since the day he’d seen her at her high school graduation, at the age of eighteen.
In their current situation, his epiphany left him completely, totally—but hopefully not irrevocably—screwed.
Tell her the damn truth.
Jason vowed he would. Soon. Very soon.
Chapter 11
Jason and Hope didn’t emerge for their hike until three mornings later, when they finally untangled themselves from each other long enough to get out into the early morning sunrise.
Hope took a breath of the crisp, mountain air. Her heart flip-flopped as she centered Jason in the lens of her camera and captured his image with the waterfall as a background. She’d started to photograph him a lot in the last few days, wanting to make sure she would remember this surreal period in her life where she felt wanted, needed, cared for by Jason. Her camera adored him, and every photo she’d taken of him took her breath away. “Thanks,” she told him, and lowered her camera. She’d already photographed the falls, and she’d got some incredible wildlife and landscapes as they made the long hike to the place Tate had recommended. He’d sent Jason a trail map, telling him the waterfall was worth seeing, and it was. It was a spectacular sight, the water falling in several different streams from the rocky cliff above. “You’re incredibly photogenic,” she told him teasingly as she moved up to the edge of the viewing cliff to stand beside him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his forehead against hers. “You just want blackmail pictures of me in this Broncos shirt,” he accused jokingly in a low rumble.
Hope’s heart melted like it always did when Jason was playfully affectionate, which was almost all the time for the last few days. He had to be touching her in some way constantly, and it wasn’t strictly sexual. “Maybe I do,” she answered mischievously, not wanting to tell Jason the real reason she wanted the photos: so she could look at them when he was no longer a part of her life.
Jason clasped her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. “Ready?”
She nodded. They had a long hike back, and she’d gotten all the photos she needed. “Yes.”