thick inch of him inside.
"Oh, Kate," he husked behind me, starting up a steady rocking of his hips, thrusting in and out with long, wet glides. "Fuck, I'd take you any way I could get you. Whatever you chose to give."
Oh dear God, I could get used to that. I could get used to this man in my life. In my bed.
"Let me hear you," he demanded, shifting our bodies from our side until I was on all fours before him and he was pounding deep inside. His thighs slapped against mine, his fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back on to him at each thrust forward. "Come for me, baby. Let go. Feel me filling you up, taking you somewhere beautiful."
I moaned at his words as much as his forceful movements. Jason Cain seemed to never do anything in half measures. All or nothing. From his command of my body right down to his wicked, yet captivating words.
"Take me with you, Kate," he rasped, not faltering in his pace as he leaned his chest down on my back and began to run slick fingers over my sensitive nub between my legs. "Oh, yeah, Kate," he groaned against the sweat moistened skin on my back. His tongue came out and lapped up my spine eagerly.
It was such an erotic movement and right then, when my body was firing off nerve endings and my brain was firing off synapses, I just came apart at his touch, at his words. I cried out an inarticulate sound. It might have been his name, or it could have been a simple scream of release. But neither mattered, it came from deep inside and was loud and long, and exactly what Jason desired.
"Oh God yeah, Kate! Like that."
Several more hard and fast thrusts and then he simply exploded, his body shuddering behind me, his fingers gripping my hips tightly, almost unforgivingly, as his release shot hot and long inside. It seemed to go on forever as his thrusts became more languid and his breathing became more ragged, until finally he collapsed us both down on the rumpled sheets, spent.
"Now, that's the Kate I want to see," he said between deep breaths in and out. I was equally breathless, maybe more so than him, because I couldn't form words at all and he seemed to still be able to speak.
His hot breathy lips laid a kiss against my skin at my neck, as he rolled us to our sides so I wasn't crushed beneath him.
"Fuck," he exclaimed softly in amongst my hair. "That last one might have done me in for a while. I think you've milked every last drop out of me."
I couldn't help but laugh a little at that.
"You think it's funny, huh?" he whispered, pulling me closer still.
The fact he couldn't get enough skin on skin contact was so unexpected. I hadn't, in all my wildest dreams, thought Jason Cain would be a cuddler.
"For that, Ms Anscombe," he said, effecting a commanding tone, one I would have expected from Jason Cain, Captain in the SAS, "You get to make me lunch."
What? I threw an incredulous look over my shoulder and watched the light dance playfully in his eyes. Chocolate, but not just the soft, deep and dark chocolate I'd seen before. This one was more complex. Multiple tans and mahoganies and siennas competing with each other. How had I ever thought his eyes were just plain brown?
His face softened further, the smirk I was used to seeing touched the edges of his lips, but wasn't quite all there was to marvel at either. With the complex shades in his eyes and the softness to his whole façade, this was a Jason I hadn't yet met. He kept surprising me. He wanted me to be the one who kept him on his toes. But I had no hope in hell of keeping up with Jason. He was an enigma, multi-layered. A mystery I was desperate to solve.
There was more to him than I had ever thought possible. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I turned over completely to face him and reached up a hand to run fingers down his cheek, over his roughened stubble, to finish in a smooth glide across his kiss plumped lips. He flicked out his tongue quickly, licking my finger and then sucking it into his mouth in an obviously