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  “I did.” She nodded her head. “I don’t let myself have chocolate very often anymore.”

  “Why?” He shoved a marshmallow onto the toasting stick and held it over the fire. Not having chocolate every day was unfathomable to him. He craved it almost as much as sex. Well…not nearly as much as he craved sex with Hope, but badly enough to make sure his supply was always stocked.

  Hope rolled her eyes at him. “I think I have plump genes. I’m not exactly thin, Jason.”

  Jason’s eyes roamed over her body covetously. She appeared to be in good physical shape, but obviously no amount of exercise seemed to trim down her curvy hips and rounded ass. Thank God! Supermodel thin had never really been attractive to him, and he was glad she’d never lost the appealing softness of those hips and her ass, not to mention those plump breasts of hers. She was fucking…perfect.

  “I think your genes look just fine,” he answered hungrily. She was curved in the right places. Her soft, warm body fit against his as if she’d been designed to be there. “You’re beautiful.”

  She gave him a surprised stare, and for just a moment, Jason got lost in her emerald green gaze, her eyes liquid and soft. Her fiery hair framed her beautiful face. Jason wondered whether that was how she’d look when she came for him.

  “You’re on fire,” Hope exclaimed, half amused, half alarmed.

  It took Jason a second to realize she meant his marshmallow. He pulled it out of the flames and blew out the fiery blob. “I like them burnt,” he lied shamelessly as he smashed the blackened marshmallow between the chocolate and graham cracker. Just the melted chocolate made it worth eating the burnt marshmallow.

  She wrinkled her nose at him as she watched him eat the gooey mess. “How is it that Dante hasn’t come looking for you? Aren’t you staying with him?”

  “I never asked him. He probably assumes I’m staying with Grady. And Grady probably assumes I’m staying with Dante. I’m hoping they don’t talk about it.” Every one of the Sinclair siblings had a home here on the peninsula, although Grady was the only one who lived here full-time.

  “You can stay here with me. It’s not like I don’t have the space,” Hope told him earnestly.

  Jason had his private jet parked at the airport outside of town, his pilot ready to leave whenever Jason was ready. “I’ll probably just fly out. The jet’s on standby.”

  “Unlike the rest of you, I had to actually fly a commercial plane like most normal people do,” Hope teased. “Evan is taking me back to Colorado, though. And then he’s flying on with Dante to California. He has some business there.”

  Jason swallowed the last of his burnt marshmallow s’more. “Why is it you never wanted me to manage your funds for you?” Hope had never asked, but he would have been happy to invest her fortune like he’d done for Grady and Dante, built her sizable inheritance into billions. It was what he did best—making some money into a lot of money.

  “The money never meant that much to me, and you’re busy. Money is nice when I need something, and it lets me have my freedom. But I don’t really care if it grows or not. I have more than I could ever spent in a lifetime, even if I was extravagant, which I’m not.”

  “I’m never too busy to take care of you, Hope. What are you doing with the funds?” he asked gruffly.

  She explained how she’d stored her fortune once she’d received it and Jason cringed. Not one penny was in solid stocks or investments. Christ. “Money market accounts and bank accounts aren’t making you much money, Hope.” The investor in him recoiled in horror. “I can’t believe Evan didn’t step in.”

  “Nobody needs to step in,” Hope replied angrily. “It’s my money and I don’t care how fast it grows. I told all of my brothers that, and they finally stopped hounding me. I rarely spend any of it. The only things I’ve purchased since high school are a small condo in Aspen and my vehicles. I went to college, remember? I can actually work.”

  Shit, she looked fabulously irate. Her green eyes flashed fire at him, and it just made Jason even harder. Hope had always been independent, which was why her loser boyfriend had always been a mystery to him. She was sweet, but she’d never been the type to put up with a lot of crap from a man, even her bossy brothers. “You’re not working right now. You need to be generating more income,” he argued irritably. “Especially if you’re going to keep picking guys who don’t have a damn job.” Fuck. That rankled. There was nothing that annoyed him more than thinking about any man except him touching Hope.

  “I am—” Hope clamped her mouth shut and took a deep breath, not finishing her comment. “I’m doing fine,” she finished more calmly. She averted her gaze away from Jason’s face.

  “Are you really fine, Hope?” he asked fiercely, breaching the short distance between them to grasp her chin and force her to look at him. “Or are you feeling just as damn lost as I feel right now?” Jason knew his control was slipping, but he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit. Who watched out for Hope? She’d just split with her boyfriend. Was she heartbroken? Was she happy in Colorado? Why did she stay there if her relationship was finally over?

  “I’m doing good,” she answered quietly and looked into his eyes this time.

  “What about your ex-boyfriend? How can you be okay?”

  She shot him a weak smile. “I think it was time. We just weren’t right for each other. I’ll get over it.” She paused. “What’s happening with you, Jason? Is something wrong? You seem…troubled.”

  For some reason, the fact that Hope sounded like a concerned friend made him completely insane. “Nothing’s wrong, but I definitely have a problem.”

  “What?” Hope asked gently.

  “You,” he growled as he grasped her hand and pressed it against his throbbing erection. “I can’t stop wanting you. I’ve wanted you for what seems like forever. I can get on my goddamn jet and fly back to New York, but distance isn’t going to work anymore for me. I’ll be thinking about you anyway, getting myself off on fantasies of being so deep inside you that you can’t think about anything else but me.” He snaked his hand behind her neck and covered her mouth with his before she could say anything else, or deny the heat between them. He came completely unraveled as she straddled his lap, pushed him down to the carpet, and covered his body with hers. She fisted his hair and kissed him as if her life depended on it. Her tongue met his stroke for stroke, as if she had never felt physical desire before and had to have it—now that she’d discovered it.

  He grasped her hips and pulled her heated core against his erection, cursing the denim that separated them. Her silky hair caressed his neck and fell like a curtain around them as they exchanged an embrace so desperate and needy that he groaned into her mouth.

  Need. To. Be. Inside. Her. Now.

  Finally, Hope tore her lips from his. “I think I have the same problem that you do,” she murmured breathlessly. She buried her face in his neck and ran her tongue over any bare flesh she could find.

  “Jesus,” Jason rasped, stunned but euphoric that Hope was actually this raw and out of control. He kept her straddled over his lap while he sat up, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. With the front clasp of her bra released, he watched as her breasts sprang free: plump, ripe, and beautiful, the raspberry-colored nipples already pebbled with desire. “Beautiful.”

  “Off.” Hope yanked at his sweatshirt.

  He happily obliged. The garment went over his head quickly. Bare skin met bare skin, and he stroked his hands down her naked back.

  I. Need. Her.

  Jason lay back and took Hope with him. He flipped her onto her back, her body trapped beneath him; her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock throbbed as he looked at her face, her hair spread out wildly on the carpet, her eyes dark with passion.

  “Jason, I—”

  He thought he saw a flash of fear in her eyes as he covered her mouth
with his finger to silence her. “Don’t speak, Hope. Don’t say no unless you really don’t want this.” He knew she did. She burned just as hotly as he did right now. He eased down and undid the button of her jeans, slid the zipper down and sat up to pull them down her shapely legs. Her panties went with them. “I have to taste you,” he rasped, needing to watch her go over the edge.

  “How?” she whispered urgently.

  Jason hovered above her. Her eyes lit up with anticipation and…confusion? “Christ. Haven’t you ever made love in any other way except fucking?” Her boyfriend must have been a jackass. How could he not have wanted to savor Hope?

  “No,” she admitted softly. “Not really.”

  “I’ll show you.” His voice was graveled with desire, desperate to pleasure her now that he knew he was going to be the first man to make her come this way.

  Hope’s nude body laid out on the cream-colored carpet in the firelight was a sight that Jason knew would be burned into his brain forever. She looked like something straight out of his fantasies. No…she looked even better.

  I’ve never even imagined her quite like this.

  Not even as the star of every one of his wet dreams had he pictured her like this. Jason knew exactly what he wanted to do: he wanted to make her come until she was spoiled for any other man. Fuck knew he was completely gone, and he wanted her to be just as desperate only for him as he was solely for her. If he was being avaricious and greedy, he didn’t give a shit. He had to feel Hope’s hunger for him.

  He lowered his head to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth as his fingers teased her other breast.

  “Jason.” Hope moaned and speared her hands through his hair to bring his mouth harder against her breast.

  The moment she moaned his name in pleasure, Jason knew he was completely lost in his fucking fantasy, and he had no desire to be found anytime soon. His control was gone, stripped from him by the needy, throaty sound of his name on Hope’s lips. Jason tenaciously went after what he wanted, his mind focused on the only woman who could make him lose himself completely.

  Chapter 3

  Hope knew her body had won the war between her mind and her desire. Her need for Jason was so strong that she couldn’t fight it anymore; she didn’t even want to engage in emotional combat over it. She simply wanted to devour him whole, which she’d almost done when she’d jumped him. Desperately needing to feel connected to him, wanting to feel more of her burgeoning sensual desires, she’d responded with her instincts, and every part of her wanted this to happen with Jason.

  One night. I just want this one night with him.

  She hadn’t wanted to explain the reason for her inexperience, and luckily, Jason hadn’t pushed it. Now, she took what he offered. He made her body come to vibrant life, and all she wanted to do was feel.

  Maybe with Jason, it’s possible. This is new. I’ve never wanted a man this way.

  She’d watched him as his eyes had devoured her nude body. There was no mistaking the hunger in his gaze, even though her body wasn’t perfect, and Hope wanted to be the one to satiate this beautiful man, experience his passion and her own.

  He finally lowered his head and a spiral of heat unfurled from her belly as his mouth covered her nipple, and his fingers played over her other breast.

  “Jason,” she moaned, needing him closer. Her fingers invaded his hair, latched onto his scalp, and brought his mouth harder against her breast. Liquid heat sizzled between her thighs. The attention he gave her breasts shot straight down to her core.

  He bit gently at the tightened peaks of her breasts, one after the other, and then eased the sting with his tongue, driving her need higher. She shivered as his hand splayed over her abdomen and drifted down to slip a finger between her wet folds. Finally, he teased her clit, traveled around the needy bud in frustrating, sublime circles.

  “You’re so wet,” Jason growled against her breast. His mouth moved down her belly. “I have to taste you.”

  Hope had never had a man go down on her before, and her pussy quivered with anticipation. He’d startled her when he’d talked about tasting her. She wasn’t totally naïve, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard women talk, but she had just started to understand real carnal need for herself. Apparently, firsthand experience was way different from learning clinically.

  This is Jason, the man I’ve fantasized about since I was eighteen.

  But this was better than any fantasy. He was hot, he was hard, and he was here. He parted her thighs with his broad shoulders and flicked his tongue over her lower abdomen lazily.

  “Jason, please,” she begged. Her hands tightened on his scalp and she tried to push his mouth down to where she really needed it as her body squirmed.

  He moved, and the first touch of his tongue on the sensitive flesh between her thighs nearly made Hope go through the ceiling. Jason didn’t just taste her; he feasted and groaned into her pussy as if he consumed a delicious forbidden fruit. Hope’s body caught fire, and her back arched off the carpet in ecstasy. “Yes,” she hissed as his tongue rolled over her clit, back and forth, and then circled the pulsating nub until she thought she’d go insane. “Oh, God. So good. So good,” she whimpered. Her back eased down so she could lift her hips in a plea for relief from the heat that engulfed her, overwhelmed her.

  Hope’s head thrashed on the carpet; her body quivered as Jason caught her clit between his teeth lightly and increased the speed and pressure of the strokes of his tongue.

  “Oh, God. Jason. I can’t stand this,” she keened as white-hot waves of heat exploded from her belly and pulsated to her core. Her climax hit her hard and rocked her body as she moaned, “Jason, Jason.”

  Her body went limp, spent, as she panted for air, her body slick with sweat. She released her death grip on his hair and let her hands drop to the side of her head.

  Dear God. What Jason had done to her body left her stripped bare and feeling vulnerable. It had been breathtaking, but almost alarming. She had relinquished complete control of her body to him, and he’d pleasured her like it was his only mission in life. His strong-willed intensity had been too powerful to resist.

  He crawled up her body. His big, powerful form trapped her beneath him. Jason had a muscular, sculpted body that had made her breath hitch as he’d pulled off his sweatshirt.

  Jason kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. Her flavor mingled with his, and her core clenched with a need so overwhelming that she moaned into his mouth.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers with a strangled groan; he went to his knees between her legs to yank at the buttons of his jeans. Hope watched his muscles flex; his abdomen and chest was exquisitely chiseled, perfectly defined.

  “You’re beautiful,” Hope told him reverently. “I want to touch you.” She sat up and eased his hands away from his jeans. “Let me do it.” She wanted her hands and lips all over his golden skin.

  “I’m not beautiful,” he grunted. “And if you touch me, I’ll lose control.”

  Hope wanted to see that. She wanted to see this gorgeous man splinter and come apart like she had just done. Her hands wandered over his biceps and to his chest. She savored the feel of his warm skin over hard muscle beneath her fingertips as she explored his six-pack abs. She buried her face against his chest and inhaled. His scent intoxicated her. Her tongue flicked out; she tasted his skin, laving one of his nipples as she fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Regrettably, she had to move back to pop the rest of the buttons. “Stand,” she requested huskily, needing to pull the jeans from his body.

  Jason got up and Hope went to her knees. She lowered the denim that covered his lower body and took a pair of black briefs along with them. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh of astonishment as his cock sprang free.

  Oh. My.

  Jason kicked the pants and briefs off his legs, leaving them in a pile next
to his feet.

  Hope’s eyes widened as she stared directly at his cock, her eyes level with the engorged member that bumped against his lower abdomen.

  It’s…enormous. It’s going to hurt.

  She had a moment of panic as she took in the length and girth of him.

  It’s Jason. Remember, it’s Jason.

  She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his cock, fascinated by the velvety feel of the skin over a surface that was so hard. The head glistened, and she flicked her tongue out to catch the small drop of moisture that was beaded at the top. He tasted like sin and lust. She wanted more.

  “Hope. Don’t.” Jason’s voice was urgent, his words a strangled groan.

  He might be trying to warn her off, but Hope could tell he wanted more, too. His hands threaded into her hair as she stroked the tip of his cock with her tongue.

  “Fuck,” Jason rasped. “I’ll come, Hope.”

  Like that was a bad thing? He brought me to an incredible climax with his mouth, and I want him to feel the same way.

  Emboldened at the anguished sound of his voice, she took him deeper and sucked in as much of his length as she could, before she pulled back again. She’d never given head before either, but she knew how it was done. Her hand wrapped around the root of him, she used her mouth and hand in tandem, getting lost in the scent and taste of him.

  Jason fisted her hair and groaned; he controlled her speed, urged her faster. Hope took action from his cues, the way his body and mind reacted.

  Hope moved her eyes up to watch his face; it was important for her to see him. Jason looked down at her. His eyes were a swirling sea of carnal desire, covetous and possessive as they stayed riveted on what she did to him. Their eyes locked and held. Hope never slowed her pace as she willed him to come unraveled.

  He did, and in glorious abandon. She watched as their eyes broke contact and he threw his head back. The corded muscles in his neck flexed as he let out a groan that could only be described as both agony and ecstasy.