Jason sucked in a breath, his control dangerously close to shattering. Was she doing this on purpose? If she was, it was working.
“That was a knife.” Jason fought to remember what had happened, his thoughts scattered, his senses and his mind focused entirely on her. “I was cuffing a guy. He went for my throat. We fought. His blade got beneath my body armor.”
“God, Jason.” Her fingers caressed the ridge of puckered flesh, her body mere inches from his now. “I’m so sorry.”
Jason knew he shouldn’t do this for both their sakes. He’d be leading them both down a path that went nowhere. He couldn’t abandon his people to be with her. She would never leave Chaska and her family. If they turned this corner, they would both pay for it later. But, God, he wanted her.
He cupped her face between his palms, touched his forehead to hers. “I want you, Win. I want to kiss you. I want to go back inside, strip off that bikini, and do all manner of things you. But there’s no way we can be together, and I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me to keep my hands to myself, and I’ll back off.”
She moved closer, ran her palms over his chest, and looked straight into his eyes. “Kiss me.”
* * *
Winona feltJason’s heartbeat quicken beneath her palm, saw the heat in his eyes, sensed the battle inside him. Her heart was beating fast, too, her body shaking.
His gaze searched hers, a big hand coming to rest on her hip, then sliding slowly up her back, the heat of his touch making her gasp.
“Jason.”
He brushed his lips over hers, again and again, burning little hints of kisses, the contact sending shivers up her spine, making her lips tingle.
He drew back and exhaled, a slow, shuddering breath. “Tell me to stop, Win.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Can’t we have tonight?”
He moaned and drew her hard against him, strong arms enfolding her, his lips at last claiming hers.
God, yes.
He didn’t rush her, but took his sweet time, exploring her, tasting her tongue, nipping her lips with the sharp edges of his teeth. She gave herself over to his kisses, sliding her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, arching against him, reveling in the hard feel of his body against hers. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, her heart racing.
Oh, he wasso goodat this.
She’d never been so turned on by a kiss, heat pooling in her belly, her body already aching for more. She shifted to straddle his thighs—and took control.
His eyes flew open as she ran her tongue over his upper lip, nipped his lower lip, and then claimed his mouth with hers. But it wasn’t enough.
Hungry for him, she pressed kisses to the side of his throat, tasting him, teasing him, the scent of his skin filling her head, his pulse pounding against her lips.
In a heartbeat, he turned the tables, sliding his fingers into her wet hair, turning her head to reclaim her mouth with his.
Oh, it felt good to surrender.
He tilted her head to the side, his lips leaving her mouth to trace a path along her throat just as she’d done to him, kissing, licking, nipping, the sharp edges of his teeth raising goosebumps on sensitive skin. Then one hand moved to the ties of her bikini top, and with two quick tugs, her breasts were bare.
Anticipation made her belly clench.
He gazed down at her breasts, his brow furrowed. “Winona.”
He cupped one breast with his hand, rubbed its puckered nipple with his thumb, tremors of pleasure shivering through her.
Winona couldn’t help but moan.
He nuzzled her throat. “You like that.”
“Yes.”
Owooooo!