It was time to make her fly with pleasure.
*
Brinley had never felt anything like this before. Innately shy, she found it hard to let go and relax with a man in an intimate situation. Despite being hesitant about her nude body, she’d responded enthusiastically to every kiss and caress. His rough hands felt delicious against her bare skin and she shivered in delight as his fingers found sensitive spots she never knew she had. No man had taken this much time. So patient.
And it looked like he wasn’t finished. If he gave her much more pleasure she was going to break into a million little pieces.
But in a really good way.
Jason slid down her body and began tracing patterns on the delicate skin of her inner thigh with his tongue. A strangled moan escaped her lips as a wave of fiery heat swept through her body, sending her arousal into the clouds.
He pushed her legs farther apart and she stiffened when she realized what he intended to do. She’d been the recipient of the most intimate kiss but had never truly enjoyed it. The men had always seemed to be doing it out of guilt rather than want. She didn’t want Jason doing it because he had to.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Jason’s warm breath hovered over her clit, sending frissons of sensation straight to her toes and fingers. “Am I doing something wrong? Just tell me what you want.”
Brinley’s mind wasn’t working clearly enough to even know what she wanted. She did know she wanted to be as close to this man as possible. She wanted to give as well as receive.
The words simply wouldn’t come out, getting stuck in her throat.
Lifting her head so she could look into his eyes, she swallowed hard and tried again. “You don’t have to…you know. If you don’t want to.”
Jason looked confused for a moment and then his expression cleared. “If I didn’t want to do it I wouldn’t. But I do. Very much.” He tilted his head, his green eyes soft. “Are we okay? Just relax back and let me take care of you.”
Never in her life had she had a man say that to her.
She wasn’t about to argue.
Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, she crumpled the sheets in her balled up fists as his tongue began tracing circles around her clit, then down to her opening before traveling back. Her entire body shook with the effort to keep from exploding but Jason wasn’t going to let her hold back from him. He was relentless, pressing one, then two fingers inside of her. She was so wet they slid in easily and he hooked them to rub the sweet spot deep within, sending bolts of electricity careening to every corner of her body and mind.
Her brain short-circuited and the room spun as she reached the precipice, her climax turning her world upside down. Glittery lights flashed in front of her eyes as waves of pleasure ran through her like white-water rapids. She rode it until it turned into a gentle stream, her body still floating somewhere in the heavens.
Jason’s body lifted from hers, the cool air drying the sheen of sweat on her skin. He rummaged in the nightstand, pulled out a condom square, and then ripped it open with his teeth. Her trembling fingers helped him roll it on his impressive erection before he positioned himself between her thighs. His muscled arms held himself above her and she couldn’t stop her own hands from exploring his wide shoulders and ridged abdomen. Her palms slid over the dips and planes of his body as he lowered himself, his steely cock nudging at her entrance.
“We’ll take this slow, honey.”
His jaw tight with the effort to hold back he pushed forward, paused, and then slowly pressed farther in, letting her stretch to accommodate his girth. Brinley had to catch her breath as he slid in to the hilt, every inch of him filling every nook and cranny of her.
Tingles started deep inside and began to spread through her abdomen, her climb toward orgasm starting all over again. He pulled out and then thrust back in, rods of pleasure shooting through her body and then back to her clit. Each successive stroke sent them both higher until she was clinging to him, the only solid thing in her spinning, topsy-turvy world. Exhortations fell from her lips as she teetered at the edge, needing only a nudge to go over.
Jason buried his face in her neck and his thrusts sped up, each one rubbing against her already sensitive clit. The coil in her belly tightened painfully right before it sprang free and she fell over the edge, her body quivering with the intensity of her climax.
Groaning his own release Jason threw his head back, the veins on his neck standing out in stark relief against his smooth, tanned skin. She ran her hands up and down his back in a soothing motion as he shuddered above her before slumping on top of her, his weight warm and protective.
Eventually he lifted his head, his fingers pushing back her long hair from her face and softly kissed her lips before rolling away. Immediately she missed his warmth and she pulled up the covers while he murmured that he’d be right back. He padded into the ensuite bathroom while she caught her breath, her brain beginning to function once again. By the time he slid in the bed next to her she’d had the opportunity for regrets but didn’t feel a single one. She wouldn’t have traded this night with Jason for anything in the world.
“Will you sleep in this bed with me tonight?” he asked, his voice soft and low, his breath tickling her ear.
Try and stop her.
“Yes. But shouldn’t we let Huck in too?”
She knew the lovable canine liked to crawl into bed with Jason early in the morning.
“He’s got you wrapped around his paw. If I let him in he’s going to sleep with us,” Jason warned, a chuckle in his voice. “Are you sure?”
She was and Jason opened the door. The pup must have heard the latch because he ran into the bedroom, jumped on the mattress, and curled up next to Brinley. She wasn’t in any danger but she couldn’t have been any safer with Huck on one side and Jason on the other.
“Can you sleep okay?” he asked, scratching Huck behind the ear. “You’re on his side of the bed so he might get pushy.”
In answer, Brinley scooted closer to Jason and pillowed her head on his shoulder. “Then I hope you don’t mind sharing your half.”
From the look on his face Jason didn’t mind in the least. She cuddled into his large frame and let sleep take over. Tomorrow they’d have to think about the case again but tonight she’d think only of the two of them.
And maybe even let herself imagine…a future.
Chapter Nineteen
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“Let me do the talking, okay?” Jason asked, giving Brinley a sidelong glance as they pulled into the driveway of Wendell Barnes’s home near Bozeman. The house looked remarkably like her own Craftsman home right down to the rockers on the front porch. “Dad gave me a few pointers on talking to him.”
“No problem.” She climbed down from the truck and took in every detail with a shudder. “This is spooky. Do you see the resemblance?”
Anyone that had seen both houses couldn’t miss it. Even the flower beds and bushes were located in the same spots in the front yard.
Fucking weird.
If Wendell Barnes was trying to recreate his life in Tremont he’d done a decent job. It made Jason wonder what the inside looked like.
“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” Jason said as they tromped up the front porch steps to ring the doorbell. Peter Anderson had called his friend Wendell to ask if he would talk to Jason. They’d received the all clear but Peter had warned his son that Wendell wasn’t thrilled about digging up the past and to tread lightly.
The door swung open and a man about the age of Jason’s own father stood there. Jason didn’t know what he’d been expecting but Wendell was tall with broad shoulders and a square jaw. Despite graying hair and a lined face, the man would still be considered quite handsome.