Free No Letting Go: Man-Maid, Book 2 by Anne Rainey

and caught the way Jensen looked at Marquetta. The love in his eyes was so easy to see. Would Jason ever look at her that way?
    “Come on, let’s eat,” Jason said as he helped her out of her chair. “The sooner we do that, the sooner I can get you home and ravish you.”
    After the cookout, Jason made it back to her place in record time. Once inside the shop, he flipped the lock and pushed her up against the door and kissed her. His hand stroked her hip, then moved higher until he was an inch away from her center. He lifted his head an inch from her mouth and whispered, “How about I take you to the bedroom so I can show you what I want to do to you.”
    “D-do you want a drink first?” She didn’t really care about drinks, but she thought she should at least offer.
    He stood and held out his hand. “The only thing I want is you.”
    Once inside the bedroom, Jason took her into his arms, and his mouth latched on to hers. The kiss started out as a demand but quickly turned into searing heat. Emma went pliant against his massive frame. Her hands had a mind of their own, wrapping around his neck and sifting through his hair before skating over the hard strength of his back. Clothes disappeared, and Emma moaned as she felt Jason’s fingers drifting over her sensitized nipple. Her mind went blank, and her legs quivered.
    All at once, her feet left the floor as Jason whipped her into his arms. He never lifted his mouth from hers as he went to the bed. Laying her down, he angled his head and kissed her once more before pulling gently away. She felt bereft without his touch. It scared her to think he’d gotten under her skin so fast. With swift elegance, he came down on the bed so that he was laying parallel to her. She felt his large, powerful hands grasp her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Emma felt exposed.
    As if sensing her unease, Jason said, “You’re beautiful, baby.” She started to say something, anything, but Jason hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “Like this, you’re the one in control. I want you to feel comfortable with me always.”
    She felt it then, his arousal pushing at the cleft of her bottom. A little thrill ran through her that she had the ability to bring him to such a state. She moved slightly, just a small wriggling of her hips. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Jason’s eyes turned to fire in an instant. His teeth were gritted in restraint. He seemed determined to let her be the one in charge, but she could see it was costing him. He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs would be a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him. And still, he was letting her do as she wished.
    It was time to see what she was made of.
    Closing her eyes, Emma began by moving, slowly at first, in little circles, enjoying the feel of his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Jason growled, and a moan was torn from her soul. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. She watched in fascinated pleasure as the dark curls rasped them to taut peaks. Not able to stop herself, she lowered her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at his lip, and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Jason’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface.
    Emma rose up a fraction of an inch and looked beseechingly into his eyes. “Let me, Jason.” As if not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his consent. She smiled, excited that he was going to let her discover each inch of him at her leisure.
    She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin, smelling his arousal. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple; her