Billionaire Unmasked: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Jason Page 12

  Jason was fairly certain if most people had gone through the ordeal that Hope had suffered, they’d never set foot out of the country again. Yet, she’d gone back, determined not to let that experience take over her life. Jesus. That took guts. Maybe Tate had been right when he’d said that Hope had balls.

  Obviously, Tate had recognized Hope, but he hadn’t let on that he knew her. That pissed Jason off and humbled him at the same time. Colter had kept Hope’s secrets, but Jason wished the cocky bastard had said something, given him some warning about all Hope had been through. Jason knew he’d been a complete asshole toward his friend just because of a hug—and toward Hope, with the sham wedding—and he didn’t like himself very much at the moment. Colter had saved Hope’s life, and for that, Jason wanted to hug the arrogant Tate himself, thank him for protecting Hope when Jason had failed to do so himself.

  She’s never been with a man except by force.

  Christ! He wanted to be the man to teach her that sex wasn’t bad. The only man. Just the thought of anyone else touching her made him tighten his arms around her until she squeaked.

  “Sorry.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m feeling a little protective.”

  I’m feeling a little insane! Okay…maybe more than just a little.

  “I don’t need your protection, Jason. I need you to fuck me and help me like it,” she told him teasingly, tremulously.

  Jason nearly growled. For him, both of those things were entwined. He wanted to claim her, brand her as his by fucking her senseless, make her his to protect. He didn’t want her to remember anything sexually before him. But he was almost terrified of the act himself now. What if he hurt her? Still, if this was what Hope wanted, he would give her any damn thing she desired. “Speaking of protection, you told me you’re clean, but you didn’t ask if I was,” he mentioned gruffly.

  “I trust you,” she murmured softly. “If you weren’t, you would have told me.”

  Slam!

  His conscience bitch-slapped him. Hard!

  She trusted him, yet he really wasn’t worthy of her trust.

  I can’t tell her right now. Not yet. She needs to be able to trust me. And from this moment on, I’ll never do anything to betray that trust. Someday I’ll have to tell her, but I’m going to try to give her what she wants first.

  “I’m safe. I’ve never once had sex without my own protection. I’m not exactly trusting,” he admitted honestly.

  She wriggled off his lap and sat next to him. Her green-eyed gaze surveyed his face curiously. “How many women have you been with?”

  Jason swallowed a lump in his throat and choked out an answer. “Enough.”

  Hope folded her arms over her chest. “How many?”

  Honestly, Jason was ashamed to admit that he couldn’t count. “I don’t know. I don’t remember.” He already knew that before Hope, none of them really mattered. They’d been a salve to a wound, a temporary fix, all of them wanting the same thing he did: sex with no strings.

  “No girlfriend. Not ever?” she questioned with a small frown.

  “Once. When I was in college.”

  “What happened?”

  “She dumped me when she found out I wasn’t as rich as she thought I was.”

  “What?” Hope yelped furiously.

  Jason shrugged. “Seriously. She dumped me. I started talking about the problems I was having with my dad’s company after we graduated and she left me for a richer man. I guess I was too risky,” he told Hope with a rueful grin.

  Admittedly, it had hurt at the time, but he’d gotten over it fairly quickly. He’d been too damn busy trying to save the company to worry about the relationship. Maybe it had made him cautious and a lot more casual about relationships, but his heart hadn’t been broken.

  “Nobody would break up with Jason Sutherland.” Hope snorted with disbelief. “She must have been insane.”

  “Am I such a prize, Hope? You’re planning on divorcing me.” He secretly relished her indignation that some woman had actually dumped him years ago.

  “We can annul the marriage. We weren’t exactly of sound mind. And this is different. We have an agreement,” she answered hesitantly. “She was really your girlfriend. She had no excuse to hurt you.”

  Jason looked at the ring on her finger possessively.

  She’s mine. No divorce. No annulment.

  Jason’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile at her fiery, irritated expression. She was annoyed for him, pissed off for him. “It was a long time ago.” He snagged her around the waist, needing to hold her in his arms again. He settled her back in his lap. “Besides, if she hadn’t given me my walking papers, I might not be here right now.”

  He would be here, and he knew it. Since she was eighteen and he was twenty-three, there had never been anyone else for him except Hope. Maybe he had been biding his time, waiting, but his post-college relationship would have ended anyway. Hope had always been there, in the back of his mind, subconsciously not allowing him to get that serious with anyone else because he could never feel the same way about another woman as he did about Hope. He was exactly where he was supposed to be right now. Finally. He could feel the rightness of it in his gut. The nightmare that Hope had gone through would haunt him forever. His conscience made him wonder whether it might not have happened if he had pursued her before she graduated from college or soon after. No way she would have been running around the world without protection if he had been in her life. And he should have been in her life.

  “I don’t like to think of anyone hurting you,” Hope told him softly as she stroked her soft palm over his cheek.

  “Now you know how I feel. What happened to you is killing me,” he rasped. “I can’t take it away, make it go away. I wish I could. But you don’t have anything to prove to anyone now. Especially not a dead man.”

  “I know.” She tilted her head and looked at him. “I don’t want to be with you for anyone but myself. You’re the first man who’s ever made me feel alive this way.”

  Mine.

  God help him, but he felt exactly the same way. The problem was, he wasn’t certain how to rein things in with Hope. She made him need. Want. Desperately. So primitively and elementally that he wasn’t sure he could give her what she needed. “This won’t be easy for me,” he admitted huskily. “Sometimes I feel like I’m losing control when I’m with you. And I like to have control in the bedroom. With you, I’m almost crazy with the need to hold you down and make you submit to me. I’m obsessed with wanting you.”

  Hope brushed an errant lock of hair from his forehead. “It’s not you. It’s me. My body responds to every part of you, especially the alpha, possessive way you take control of my body. It’s my mind that’s having a problem.”

  “Then I’m going to need you to stay with me, body and mind, sweetheart. Don’t slip away.” His eyes roamed over her hungrily. “Respond to me and only to me. See me and only me. Feel me and only me.”

  Jason saw the look of longing in her liquid emerald eyes and nearly snapped. His dick throbbed to be buried inside her heat.

  She nodded and her arms wrapped around his neck. “I need you.”

  It was the first time in his life he’d heard somebody say those words to him when it wasn’t associated with money. Hope wanted him, needed him.

  “You have me.” He got to his feet with her in his arms, the most precious thing he’d ever had.

  “What are you doing?” she asked curiously.

  Jason didn’t break his stride as he carried her to the bedroom. “It’s time for lesson number one, Peaches, before I go completely insane.”

  “We have two weeks,” she answered, but her voice was low and smoky with desire.

  “Not long enough,” Jason told her roughly as he lowered her feet to the floor.

  Not nearly long enough.

  Hope watched and nearly drooled as Jason stripped the shirt from his body and lifted it over his head. All the muscles in his torso flexed from the a
ction, before he dropped the garment to the floor.

  Nimble fingers went to the button fly of his jeans and pulled them loose one by one. His wild, tumultuous eyes never left her face.

  Hope gulped as he stripped off his jeans and briefs. They lay on the floor, and he stood before her, beautifully naked. He crawled onto the bed, pushed the sheets and comforter to the bottom. His hands crossed behind his head, and he continued his smoldering look. “You have me. Now what are you going to do with me?”

  Oh. My. God.

  Sweet baby Jesus, Hope had never seen anything like Jason, all golden skin and crazy fuck-me hair lying on the bed as he waited for her.

  I’ve been intimate with him before. I don’t need to be nervous.

  They had been together, locked lips and other parts of their bodies before, but she still nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. His strong, powerful body and spirit beckoned her, and her core clenched and flooded with liquid heat just from looking at him. His cock was erect, ready, and obviously very anxious. “I was counting on you to tell me how to do it,” she admitted.

  He shook his head slowly. “You strip. You make your own choices. You’re in control, Hope.”

  It was a challenge, and it was a sacrifice for him. Hope saw his actions for exactly what they were, and it made her eyes moist with unshed tears. Jason was a man of action, a raw, alpha male who gave her control because he wanted her to feel as if she was the aggressor. This was against his very nature, yet he did it for her.

  All right, then. I can do this.

  She lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it into the growing pile of clothing on the floor. The front clasp on her bra came apart easily, and she let it drop, not even looking to see it land on the ground. She was too busy watching Jason’s face.

  “Christ. You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.

  As Jason’s eyes unabashedly admired her breasts, Hope felt beautiful, even though she knew she really wasn’t. Her looks were average at best, her curvy figure usually not what men drooled over. Still, her body came alive; her nipples hardened as Jason stared at them as if he wanted to devour them.

  “You’re all mine for now.” She slipped her shorts and panties down her legs, wanting to be with Jason more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life.

  “Take me then,” he replied seductively. “And I’ve always been yours.”

  He’s the one.

  When she’d been in therapy, her counselor had told her that one day she’d find a man who she would trust with her body. Jason was that man, the only male who had ever made her body go up in flames.

  “Do with me what you will,” Jason agreed, his voice heavy with passion, his hooded eyes moving to her face.

  Hope crawled across the bed naked, not feeling as confident as she’d like. Jason was all man, possibly more male than she could handle. “I don’t have much experience with seduction,” she admitted as she knelt by his hips.

  “Baby, you don’t need experience. When it comes to you, I’m a sure thing,” he answered. His tone was pained, but his lips twitched with amusement.

  Hope smiled weakly back at him, getting lost in his incredible eyes. “I want to touch you.”

  “Do it,” he told her demandingly. “It might kill me, but I’ll go out happy.”

  She straddled him carefully. Her heated core rested at the top of his thighs. With her palms on his shoulders, she stroked her hands all the way down his chest and let herself explore his heated skin. Each defined muscle of his abdomen was traced as she took her time to make her way down to his rock-hard cock. His erection jut up against his stomach. Taking him in hand, she licked her suddenly dry lips as she wrapped her fingers around him and used her index finger to explore the sensitive head. “You’re so big,” she told him in an awed voice.

  Jason let out a strangled groan and gripped the wooden headboard above him with both hands. “You’re killing me here, Hope. Kiss me,” he insisted in a low, domineering voice.

  The demand mingled with a plea in his voice had Hope immediately lowering her upper body over his. She shivered from the feel of his heated flesh meeting hers. Her sensitized nipples abraded against his chest as she thrust her fingers into his hair, every touch heightening her desire.

  Their eyes meet and held: fiery blue and emerald green orbs collided, each exuding naked desire. Jason had laid himself bare, left himself raw and open as his hands clutched the headboard harder. His fingers turned white from the effort he made not to take control.

  Hope lowered her head and kissed him, poured out her emotions in the embrace. His coarse hair fisted in her hands, the tendrils slid between her fingers; she moaned into his mouth as he took control of the embrace and demanded her surrender, even though she was in the position of dominance at the moment.

  Jason’s tongue lashed into her mouth, conquered her, consumed her; his hands moved from the wood behind him and wrapped around her. Questing fingers moved up and down her back and down to her ass, touching every available inch of her flesh.

  Hope’s core clenched hard, as though it begged for his possession. Her hips swiveled against his groin as Jason deepened the kiss, the desperate caress of his lips against hers carnal and needy. Hope felt the same fierce, feral instincts. Her tongue met his with every stroke; the folds of her saturated pussy parted as she ground her hips against him, needing more.

  She released a breathy moan as she tore her lips from his. “Please, Jason. I need to feel you. Help me.”

  His hand slid between them and moved down to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he rasped. He grasped her hair and pulled her head back. “Look at me,” he growled. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Stay with me.”

  Hope moved her hands to his chest and used the solid, hard surface for support. “Please,” she whimpered. Her need was so sharp as she got lost in his cerulean eyes that she panted.

  “Say my name. Say it over and over. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Keep looking at me. Know exactly what you’re doing, exactly who you’re with,” Jason insisted. His fingers stroked and circled her clit, the digits saturated with her liquid heat.

  “Jason.” She moaned, wanted to close her eyes, but kept herself focused on him.

  At that moment, there was only the fierce longing for the man beneath her. “Jason.”

  “That’s right, sweetheart. Just me. Only me,” he crooned, his expression intense as he placed the head of his cock against her channel.

  Hope’s fingernails dug into the skin of his chest as he gently grasped her hips.

  “It’s your choice, Hope. Take me or continue as we are. It’s your choice,” he rumbled, his hands still on her hips. Waiting.

  Take. Take. Take.

  She watched as his expression darkened. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he stared at her, ready for her to make that choice.

  Wanting nothing more than to give them both what they wanted, she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. The walls of her channel stretched as she accepted him inside her. “Jason.” She moaned as she finally sunk down on his shaft.

  “Whoa, baby,” Jason said huskily and held her hips immobile. “Slowly.”

  Hope could feel the fullness of him inside her, and she didn’t want to go slow. But she also felt a twinge of pain that accepting his large cock caused, and she forced herself to sink down slower. “I just want you so badly.”

  Inch by inch, her sheath gave way and her muscle relaxed to let him enter. The pain subsided as Jason slowly guided himself inside her, not letting her sink onto him too quickly. His face was contorted, as though he fought for control, but his reassuring eyes never left hers.

  Finally, she was completely seated, and his grip on her hips relaxed. As her gaze bore into Jason’s, her heart swelled, and her body ignited, the feel of him completely inside her overwhelming and sublime.

  “Fuck. You feel so good, baby, so incredibly wet and hot,” Jason responded gu
tturally.

  As her body accepted him, Hope let out a sultry mewl of satisfaction. She felt filled, stretched, everything inside her giving way to Jason.

  His hands gripped her hips harder. “Fuck me, Hope. I need you.”

  His plea was her undoing; the agony in his eyes unraveled her. Letting his now gentle grip on her hips guide her, she lifted herself up and sunk back down on him. A throaty groan of satisfaction slipped between her lips and reverberated through the room. Her gaze stayed locked with his, her only need to remove the anguished look from his eyes, make it turn to one of desire and satiation. Heat coursed through her own body, and she wanted him to give way.

  “Are you okay?” he grunted, his voice deep and graveled.

  “Yes,” she hissed. The spiral in her belly unfurled, her body moved with him as his hips rose to meet hers, the slapping of skin against skin hypnotized her. The earthy, elemental joining consumed her, and her eyes fluttered as she rocked against him.

  “Keep looking at me. Don’t let go. Don’t leave me now,” Jason growled as he grasped her hair and forced her to keep her eye contact.

  “Jason,” she murmured with a shaky sigh. As she leaned down to capture his mouth with hers because she couldn’t help herself, her tongue thrust into his mouth and mimicked the rhythm of his cock that stroked into her.

  He sat up suddenly, never breaking the kiss, one strong hand on her ass as his hips moved up harder, faster, and held her firmly to accept him. Still straddled over his lap, she wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders, helpless to deny her impending climax. The angle of his thrusts stroked over her clit roughly with every pounding entry; she lost herself to everything except Jason.

  Hope tore her mouth from his and tilted her head back as her powerful orgasm ripped through her, unable to do anything except scream his name. “Oh, God. Jason.”