was about to do. How long since she’d acted without thought?
“If you throw that, I’ll make sure you’ll regret it,” Jason warned, his serious tone a stark contrast to the dare in his eyes.
The emotional tug-of-war of the past two weeks had taken a toll on her. Her friendship with Jason was the foundation that she’d built her life on. But the longing for his kisses, the anticipation of his hands sliding over her naked flesh… She was on fire for him. Head and heart at war.
“Damn you, Jason,” she whispered.
Soapy water arced across the six feet separating them and landed precisely where she meant it to. Drenched from head to groin, Jason stood perfectly still for as long as it took for Ming to drop the bucket. Then he gave his head a vigorous shake, showering soapy droplets all around him.
Ming watched as if in slow motion as he raised the hose in his hand, aimed it at her and squeezed the trigger. Icy water sprayed her. Sputtering with laughter, she put up her hands and backed away. Hampered by her heels from moving fast enough to escape, she shrieked for Jason to stop. When the deluge continued, she kicked off her shoes and raced for the house.
Until she stood dripping on Jason’s kitchen floor, it hadn’t occurred to her why she hadn’t made a break for her car. The door leading to the garage slammed shut.
Shivering in the air-conditioning, Ming whirled to confront Jason.
He stalked toward her. Eyes on fire. Mouth set in a grim line. She held her ground as he drew near. Her trembling became less about being chilled and more about Jason’s intensity as he stepped into her space and cupped her face in his hands.
“I’m sorry about California…”
The rest of her words were lost, stopped by the demanding press of his lips to hers. Electrified by the passion in his kiss, she rose up on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck and let him devour her with lips, tongue and teeth.
Yes. This is what she’d been waiting for. The crazy wildness that had gripped them on prom night. The urgent craving to rip each other’s clothes off and couple like long-lost lovers. Fire exploded in her loins as pulse after pulse drove heat to her core.
She drank from the passion in his kiss, found her joy in the feint and retreat of his tongue with hers. His hands left her face and traveled down her throat to her shoulders. And lower. She quaked as his palms moved over her breasts and caressed her stomach. Before she knew what he was after, he’d gathered handfuls of her blouse. She felt a tremor ripple through his torso a second before he tore her shirt open.
Flinging off her ruined shirt, Ming arched her back and pressed into his palms as he cupped her breasts through her sodden bra and made her nipples peak. Between her thighs an ache built toward a climax that would drive her mad if she couldn’t get him to hurry. Impatience clawed at her. She needed his skin against hers. Reaching behind her, Ming released her bra clasp.
Jason peeled it away and drew his fingertips around her breasts and across her aching nipples. “Perfect.” Husky with awe, his voice rasped against her nerves, inflaming her already raging desire.
He bent his head and took one pebbled bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hard point before sucking hard. The wet pulling sensation shot a bolt of sensation straight to where she hungered, wrenching a gasp from Ming.
“Do that again,” she demanded, her fingers biting into his biceps. “That was incredible.”
He obliged until her knees threatened to give out. “I’ve imagined you like this for so long,” he muttered against her throat, teeth grazing the cord in her neck.
“Like what, half-naked?”
“Trembling. On fire.” He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and skimmed up her thigh. “For me.”
Shuddering as he closed in on the area where she wanted him most, Ming let her own fingers do some exploring. Behind the zipper of his cargo shorts he was huge and hard.
“If you throw that, I’ll make sure you’ll regret it,” Jason warned, his serious tone a stark contrast to the dare in his eyes.
The emotional tug-of-war of the past two weeks had taken a toll on her. Her friendship with Jason was the foundation that she’d built her life on. But the longing for his kisses, the anticipation of his hands sliding over her naked flesh… She was on fire for him. Head and heart at war.
“Damn you, Jason,” she whispered.
Soapy water arced across the six feet separating them and landed precisely where she meant it to. Drenched from head to groin, Jason stood perfectly still for as long as it took for Ming to drop the bucket. Then he gave his head a vigorous shake, showering soapy droplets all around him.
Ming watched as if in slow motion as he raised the hose in his hand, aimed it at her and squeezed the trigger. Icy water sprayed her. Sputtering with laughter, she put up her hands and backed away. Hampered by her heels from moving fast enough to escape, she shrieked for Jason to stop. When the deluge continued, she kicked off her shoes and raced for the house.
Until she stood dripping on Jason’s kitchen floor, it hadn’t occurred to her why she hadn’t made a break for her car. The door leading to the garage slammed shut.
Shivering in the air-conditioning, Ming whirled to confront Jason.
He stalked toward her. Eyes on fire. Mouth set in a grim line. She held her ground as he drew near. Her trembling became less about being chilled and more about Jason’s intensity as he stepped into her space and cupped her face in his hands.
“I’m sorry about California…”
The rest of her words were lost, stopped by the demanding press of his lips to hers. Electrified by the passion in his kiss, she rose up on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck and let him devour her with lips, tongue and teeth.
Yes. This is what she’d been waiting for. The crazy wildness that had gripped them on prom night. The urgent craving to rip each other’s clothes off and couple like long-lost lovers. Fire exploded in her loins as pulse after pulse drove heat to her core.
She drank from the passion in his kiss, found her joy in the feint and retreat of his tongue with hers. His hands left her face and traveled down her throat to her shoulders. And lower. She quaked as his palms moved over her breasts and caressed her stomach. Before she knew what he was after, he’d gathered handfuls of her blouse. She felt a tremor ripple through his torso a second before he tore her shirt open.
Flinging off her ruined shirt, Ming arched her back and pressed into his palms as he cupped her breasts through her sodden bra and made her nipples peak. Between her thighs an ache built toward a climax that would drive her mad if she couldn’t get him to hurry. Impatience clawed at her. She needed his skin against hers. Reaching behind her, Ming released her bra clasp.
Jason peeled it away and drew his fingertips around her breasts and across her aching nipples. “Perfect.” Husky with awe, his voice rasped against her nerves, inflaming her already raging desire.
He bent his head and took one pebbled bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hard point before sucking hard. The wet pulling sensation shot a bolt of sensation straight to where she hungered, wrenching a gasp from Ming.
“Do that again,” she demanded, her fingers biting into his biceps. “That was incredible.”
He obliged until her knees threatened to give out. “I’ve imagined you like this for so long,” he muttered against her throat, teeth grazing the cord in her neck.
“Like what, half-naked?”
“Trembling. On fire.” He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and skimmed up her thigh. “For me.”
Shuddering as he closed in on the area where she wanted him most, Ming let her own fingers do some exploring. Behind the zipper of his cargo shorts he was huge and hard.
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