CHAPTER THREE
JASON
SHE TASTES AND FEELS BETTER than I could have imagined, and I’ve been imagining for way too damn long. She’s fucking perfect.
When she tells me what I’ve been waiting too long to hear, I swoop in and kiss her. I only wanted a small taste, something to hold me over until our date, but the road to Hell is paved in good intentions.
One small taste explodes into so much more. One of my hands roams south, cupping her ass, while the other goes north, tangling in the softness of her hair. With her body flush against mine, my fingers clench her and lightly tug her silky tresses.
“Fuck,” I curse against her lips, pulling away, while everything inside of me yells not to stop…to drag her inside, slam the door behind us, and take her on whatever flat surface is closest.
“Jay.”
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper, my voice like gravel, gripping her ass tighter in my hand. I love the sweet pink tinge over her face.
“You’re hard,” she points out, her voice slightly raspy. Rocio rubs her sweet little body into mine. My cock aches to get closer, and the sensation makes my eyes shut. I take a much-needed cleansing breath through my nose.
“I’m always fucking hard around you,” I admit, opening my eyes.
“You are?” Her pretty face pops up toward me, and her eyes widen in surprise.
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
“I should go.” I groan, not moving from her doorway, leaning my forehead against hers.
“Or you could stay?” she suggests, and I curse again, closing my eyes tightly. I try to fight the temptation of how good that sounds.
“You shouldn’t offer that.”
“Why not?” Her hands cup my face and move me away so that I can look at her.
“Because I’ll take you up on it. I’m a man who’s been starving for the last two years, baby.”
“What?”
“I haven’t touched a woman since I decided I was done fucking around. You have to know you are it for me, Row.”
“What?” she lets my face go and takes a step back, like she doesn’t believe me, and I don’t blame her. “What about The Meat Market? The dates?”
“I don’t fuck those women. I don’t even kiss them, baby, unless you count Mrs. Baxter’s cheek.”
“Mrs. Baxter?”
“She’s a standing appointment. She likes to cook me dinner and talk. But I never let her pay. I always leave her envelope on the dinner table.”
“She’s like eighty.”
“Eighty-five,” I correct her, and Rocio looks at me like she’s seeing me for the first time.
“So, The Meat Market escorts…you didn’t get paid to…”
“The women pay for companionship. Friendship. A date. What the guys did after is their choice. They were escorts, not hookers,” I share, and rub one hand on the back of my neck, wondering what she’s thinking. Thankfully, she doesn’t let me hang too long.
Her hand extends to mine. Our fingers intertwine. My heart slams hard against my chest.
“Stay with me.”
“I should take you on a date,” I tell her, holding my body tightly. “If I walk into your place, knowing what your lips taste like, I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself and not take my fill of what other parts of you taste like.” She shivers, her skin covers with goosebumps, and my mouth waters to lick each and every one.
ROCIO
My chest heaves—rising and dropping. I don’t know how I’m still breathing. Nerves from being here like this with him. My best friend. The person who knows everything there is to know about me.
But I’m standing.
Somehow, someway, I am and haven’t made a complete ass out of myself.
“Fuck the date,” I tell him, thankful my voice doesn’t shake, and I watch his jaw clench. I can see the fight within him and knowing that, seeing it, makes me want him even more.
“You deserve a date.”
“But—”
“You deserve more than me going in there and fucking you against a wall or on a couch.” Wow, that sounds really good.
“Jason.” I swallow hard. “What if I want that, though?” I dare to ask. He shuts his eyes tightly, trying to decide what’s right. I should back off. I shouldn’t make this hard on him, but I can’t get myself to. I’m finally asking for what I want from him, I can’t take it back.
“I stay. We go to bed. You don’t touch me ‘til we get there,” he orders when he finally opens his eyes. The usually aquatic blue brightness is darkened with passion. For me. He wants me.
“Okay,” I agree quickly.
“I’m not fucking you tonight, though.”
“What?”
“We sleep in bed together. You under your sheets, and me next to you over them.”
“What? But—”
“I’ll get you off before,” he announces, making my thighs clench together, the wetness pooling probably making my sleep shorts damp. He takes the first step in, and I take one back.
“I’m going to get you off,” he repeats, his voice low and sexy. He takes another step in, and I walk further into the house, my eyes never leaving him.
“I’m going to sleep with your taste on my lips and your sweet body in my arms. But that’s it.” He closes the front door behind him, the sound of his fingers turning the lock clear in the air.
“Jason…” I breathe while the air around us sparks with energy.
“Get to your room and take off your clothes, Row.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” His hands clench at his sides, and I know he’s serious.
I realize what he’s doing.
Jason Somers is giving me exactly what I asked for. For him to be in control, so that I don’t have to be. I turn around, on shaking legs, and I’m about to take a step, but he speaks again.
“Completely naked, baby. Stand by your bed with your back to the door.”
With his instructions, I tremble and walk into the room, doing exactly as he ordered.