Page 59 of Broken Dream

“Are you scared?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

“A little,” I say in truth. “But not enough to stop.”

A ghost of a smile flits across his face before being replaced by a look of raw desire. “Then don’t.”

In the dim lighting of the kitchen, I see him again. All of him. The beauty and the pain, the strength and the vulnerability. His eyes speak volumes—stories of hurt, betrayal, solitude, yearning—and it draws me in like a moth to flame.

I want to help him. Give him what he needs in this moment. And if it’s not talking? I’m good with that.

He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me. His lips descend onto mine once again. The kiss is demanding and intense—a kiss that stirs up feelings inside me that I never knew existed.

He moves from my mouth to my ear. “I need you,” he whispers.

And I realize with a jolt of surprise—and maybe a bit of fear—that I need him too.

He pulls back, his gaze locked with mine, those piercing eyes looking for some sign of resistance, some hint that I want him to stop. But there’s none. Because right now, in this moment, all I want is him.

“Right here, right now,” he grits out before he pulls my shirt over my head and discards it on the kitchen floor.

He drops his gaze to my breasts before he pops open the front fastener of my bra.

He sucks in a breath. “Fucking gorgeous.” Then he drops his head and takes a nipple between his teeth, biting it harder than I expect.

I let out a sharp yelp but move to tangle my fingers in his hair as pleasure and pain collide, swirling around in my chest. I arch my back, and he groans against me, the vibrations sending shock waves through me.

He slides his free hand down my stomach before sneaking under the waistband of my jeans. His touch is flaming hot against my skin. Even through the fabric of my panties, I feel the searing heat of his fingers.

“Jason,” I gasp, clutching on to his shoulders for support as he teases me through the fabric, sending sparks of electric pleasure through me.

He pulls away from my breast with a smug grin. I can’t help a whimper at the loss.

His grin only widens at my frustration, and he presses a quick kiss to my lips before dropping to his knees.

He unbuttons and unzips my jeans and pulls them down along with my panties, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He looks at me with an intensity that makes me shiver in anticipation. Then he leans in, wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull me closer.

He slides his lips over my abdomen, trailing a path from my navel downward. With every touch, every flick of his tongue, he sends pleasure coursing through me.

“Jason,” I gasp again.

Without giving me any warning, he delves deeper with his tongue, sliding it through the folds of my pussy. The sensation is so intense, I can’t help but cry out. My legs buckle beneath me, but he holds me up, his grip on my thighs tightening as he continues to eat me.

The pleasure builds up inside me until it becomes unbearable. “Jason,” I plead as I buck against him.

But he doesn’t let up, only quickens his pace.

And I’m spiraling…

Spiraling out of control. Ecstasy crashes over me in waves, and I cry out his name as my body convulses under the assault of pleasure.

The orgasm pulses through me like a freight train.

It goes on and on and on and on…

Jason is relentless with his tongue, and when he slides a finger into me, I shatter once more. Even harder this time.

My God, I’ve had climaxes before, but this…

This…