Free Yours for the Night by Jasmine Haynes Page B

Experience
    fucking, gentler, sweeter.
    He stopped. She opened her eyes without realizing she’d closed them. He slowly drew his fingers to his nose, scented them, then sucked one into his mouth. Oh God. She almost came watching him.
    “I needed to taste you.”
    She wanted to put her own hand on herself. Nothing had ever been so entirely about her, never had a man enjoyed her with such sensuality. Need made her dizzy. She didn’t care that she was the naked one. She wanted to come, she needed it now.
    “Touch me, please, or I’ll do it myself.” She hardly recognized her own voice.
    “Then do it while I watch.” His breath was sharp, harsh, his pupils dilated, and his cock bulged hard against his zipper.
    “I was just joking about that. I want you to do it.” Yet the idea made her even creamier.
    “It’ll be more wicked this way.” He used her own word against her. “Do it,”
    he whispered.
    The cash had been the prime motivator. Brock’s money had gotten her off in ways a physical orgasm couldn’t. But with Chase, it was him, the moment, her need, and money be damned. She dipped between her legs, and his gaze followed. His nostrils flared, his cock flexed. His reaction drove her higher. She’d masturbated for a man, but it had been mutual and just another bit of foreplay. Not like this.
    Her body shuddered and shimmied against her fingers. His grip biting into her hips, he pulled her closer. The back of her fingers rubbed his cock with every frenzied stroke.
    Then she felt his touch on her, his hand cupping hers, his fingers sliding inside her as she caressed her clit. He stroked deeply, slow, gaining speed, then she was riding his hand, the pleasure inside, outside, everywhere. The climb was unbelievably fast, like a rocket shooting her into space. All she saw was stars behind her lids, then her body imploded from the very center, and she cried out. His arms were around her as she trembled and jerked, then, for just a moment, she wasn’t in a car, she was in his bed, safe, warm, sated, wanting to sleep, wanting to wake in the morning to make him coffee and breakfast. Like a girlfriend.
    He laid her across the seat and came down on top of her. 57
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    She opened her eyes.
    “I’m not sure what I want,” he said, his eyes dark, and the sky beyond the window black with clouds.
    “Do you want to fuck me?” The harsh word ached in her throat, reducing what she’d just experienced to . . . sex for money.
    “No.”
    Was that good or bad? “Do you want me to blow you?”
    He shook his head.
    Do you want me to come home and sleep with you? She couldn’t say that.
    “I don’t want to do you in the car.”
    Her heart beat hard and fast. “Okay.”
    “I don’t want to do you tonight.”
    Her stomach turned over. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
    He shook his head, so imperceptibly she almost missed it. “Tomorrow night.”
    He exhaled in a rush. “I want to see you again.”
    “Yes.” She’d promised herself she’d have that orgasm. And Chase had made it spectacular.
    Now, as with any drug, she needed more. She needed Chase’s taste in her mouth, his orgasm, and her name on his lips when he came. 58

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    HER SCENT WAS ALL OVER HIS HANDS, HER TASTE ON HIS LIPS. HE could have had her. But when she came, crying out his name, Chase couldn’t do her in the backseat of his SUV like she was a hooker he’d hired. The hours he was with her had transported him back to a time when every moment wasn’t filled with guilt and should-haves.
    It might not have been Marianna. Perhaps he’d been ready to let go, even if for a short time. Yet he couldn’t take the chance. He needed more of her. He wanted the fantasy she created for him.
    He’d helped her dress. She’d smiled sweetly, then talked non-stop on the drive back to her car. About the housing market and how she’d never been able to afford her own home. “Yeah, my