Page 37 of The Playboy Meets His Match
She closed her eyes, arching and gasping, lost in scalding sensations, yet fully aware this was Jason who was loving her and who wanted her.
Thought spun away while lights flashed behind her closed eyes, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, arching and wanting more of him, wanting him deep inside her.
“Jason!”
She rocked with spasms that only made her want more. With an effort, she moved, turning to take his manhood in her hand, to kiss and caress him until he groaned and shoved her back to the bed, moving between her legs.
“Are you protected, Merry?”
“Yes, I’m on the Pill.”
He was on his knees between her legs and she inhaled, feeling breathless as she looked at him. Virile, handsome, so incredibly sexy, he knelt, poised, ready to love her. His blue-green eyes were dark with need, a look on his face that heated her blood to boiling. Then she closed her eyes as he lowered himself, the velvet tip of his shaft teasing, moving against her.
With a cry, she wrapped her legs around him and arched beneath him, pulling him closer. His mouth covered hers, and she clung to him, writhing and wild with her need.
Jason tried to hold back, to drive her to the highest point of need. Sweat covered his body, and his pulse drowned out all sounds. She was silk and softness and a marvel to him. She was a wildcat, more passionate than he could have imagined.
The fire in her auburn hair only hinted at the fire in her body. He kissed her deeply, wanted to plunge himself into her softness, to feel her moving beneath him, crying out in ecstasy.
He slid into her and then felt the barrier where he hadn’t expected one. She was a virgin. Something he hadn’t considered. He couldn’t take her or hurt her. He raised his head to gaze down at her.
Her eyes opened, dark, yet caught with pinpoints of fiery, age-old desire. “Jason…” she urged.
“Merry, I don’t want—”
“Love me,” she said, moving against him, arching her hips, her hands sliding over his bottom and pulling him closer while her legs tightened around him. “Jason, now. I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t—”
“I do want,” she whispered. “Come here, now,” she coaxed.
He couldn’t argue. He had given her a chance and his control was flying away. He thrust slowly into her, feeling the barrier, knowing he had to be hurting her.
She gasped and he kissed her, stopping whatever sound was caught in her throat. Then the barrier was gone, and he went deep inside her, moving slowly, trying to keep from hurting her. Thought and effort shattered, and he had to move, to take her completely.
Merry clung to him, feeling torn apart, swamped for an instant in pain, but as he moved, the pain was replaced by a driving need and she moved with him. She held him tightly, crying his name, yet the cry was only a sound in her throat because his mouth covered hers. While they rocked together, desire thundered in her.
“Merry!” Jason cried, his arms around her, and then his head lowered again, and he kissed her again while all she knew were wild sensations tearing her apart before she crashed into release.
Rapture exploded in her, carrying her further into oblivion while Jason shuddered with his release.
She held him, moving with him, their hearts pounding in unison. He kissed her as hungrily as before and she returned his kiss as passionately, feeling a bond between them now, an intimacy that she could not have known before.
“Merry, my love,” he whispered, smoothing her hair away from her face.
Even while his words thrilled her, she knew better than to believe them. The man was in the grip of passion and she would not hold him accountable for what he said to her now.
She trailed her fingers down his back, wet with a sheen of sweat. Her hand moved up then to tangle in his thick, coarse hair.
He raised up to look at her, a slight frown on his brow. “Did I hurt you?” he asked solemnly.
She traced the outline of his lips, trailing her finger to his jaw and feeling the slight stubble of his beard. “Only a little.”
“Next time will be better. I promise.”
“Next time?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Yeah, next time,” he said, turning on his side and taking her with him. He let out a long sigh and held her close against him. “Merry. Did you get that nickname because you were always cheerful?”
