Page 49 of Healed Heart

Jason grabs me and swoops me over his shoulder as if I’m a sack of grain.

Already my heart is stampeding, my pussy pulsing.

He takes me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed.

He’s being even rougher than usual.

And it’s turning me on.

The glass of wine I had at dinner with my brother has loosened me up, and the adrenaline from Jason’s unexpected visit is making me buzz with anticipation.He strips off his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.His scarf follows, and then his sweater and shirt.

He’s never been this urgent before, and it stirs a wildness inside me that’s new to me.

“Jason,” I gasp.

His eyes are dark, intense—almost feral.It scares me a little, but it excites me more.

His hands are everywhere, rough but not careless.“Angie,” he rasps out, burying his face in my neck.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer.

His lips find mine in a bruising kiss that leaves us both breathless.There’s no tenderness in this encounter—just raw need and desire.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes.“This doesn’t change anything.We still have to face what’s ahead.But right now I need you.”

“And I need you,” I whisper back, reaching up to pull him back to me.“Right now, there’s nothing else.”

His lips meet mine again, his kisses coming harder and faster.There’s a roughness in his touch, a raw intensity that fuels the heat bubbling between us.

He breaks the kiss with a loud smack.“Take off your clothes, Angie.Strip for me.”

I stare back at him.“Oh?Is that what you want?”

His gaze is ravenous, consuming me as it travels the length of my body.“Yes,” he growls.

I rise to my feet, my body trembling under his heated gaze.I start with my blouse, unbuttoning each button slowly, teasing him.His eyes follow my fingers as they make their way down to the hem of the material.

Once my blouse is discarded on the floor, I hook my thumbs on the waistband of my pants.I give Jason one last provocative look before letting them pool around my feet.

His breath hitches as he drinks in the sight of me in just my underwear.I can tell from his hardened expression how much he’s enjoying this.

“Your turn,” I challenge.

He stands from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving mine.He starts with his belt, unbuckling it slowly.He undoes each button of his jeans, revealing his toned abdomen.He steps out of his pants and kicks them aside.His boxers follow, and he kicks them away just as nonchalantly.

He’s as magnificent as ever, his muscles taut and corded, and his cock hard and ready.I warm under his gaze as he returns to the bed and pulls me back into his arms.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends me spinning.

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice shaking as desire courses through me.

He roams his hands over me, tracing my curves and igniting a path of heat wherever he touches.

He guides me onto the bed and covers my body with his, his weight both comforting and arousing.Our bodies meld together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Angie,” he whispers against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

He explores me with a frantic urgency that leaves me breathless and wanting more.My world narrows to the feel of him, his spicy masculine scent filling every part of me.