Under a Rogue Moon

Chapter 9-2

“You do know you could’ve saved us a whole lot of grief if you’d just come to this conclusion a few hours ago, don’t you?” he said. The twinkle in his eye told her he was teasing, but before Flanna could voice her own comeback, Jason was tugging her forward again.

One hand curled around the back of her neck as his mouth returned to plunder hers. This time, there was no holding back, his tongue sweeping over hers to demand what she had earlier offered, long fingers digging into her soft flesh to pull her ever closer. In the back of her throat, Flanna moaned as his hand slid around to cup her ass, pulling her more firmly against his erection, imperceptibly thrusting upward to nudge against her sensitive clit. She hadn’t been lying. She wanted him more than she could remember ever wanting any man. And if he’d been gone in the morning, she was certain her heart would have been in tatters.

Panting, Jason broke free of her mouth to begin a trail of wet, hungry kisses down the side of her neck, alternating teeth and tongue to craft an insurgence of sensations in Flanna’s skin. When he reached her shoulder, his hand left her nape to pull aside the neck of her cotton tee so that he could continue a direct path, but the fabric would only stretch so far, frustrating both of them when more of her body wasn’t available to his touch.

“Here,” Flanna said. Reaching down, she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt, leaning away from him so that she had room to pull it up and over her head. The arch of her back thrust her breasts out even farther, and before she’d taken the shirt completely off, Jason was already bent toward them, running his tongue around a puckered aureole.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. For the briefest of moments, his teeth caught the tip of her n****e and bit down, while he looked up at her through his long lashes. “I’d think you were deliberately trying to entice me by not wearing a bra.”

She propped herself up on her hands, keeping her back angled so that it gave her torso the best exposure to Jason. “They’re not comfortable to sleep in,” she said.

“Likely story.” While he continued to lick and nip at one breast, his hand came up and held the other, testing the weight before taking the n****e between his thumb and index finger and pinching until she gasped. “I think you wanted me to notice just how gorgeous your body really is. I think…you wanted to drive me crazy for it so that when you finally did cave in to my good looks and devilish charm, I’d do this.”

Flanna shrieked in surprise when Jason wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled both of them sideways, continuing on past where she was sprawled on top of him to the point where he stretched out atop her. His strong grip twisted her arms above her head, pulling her breasts taut again, while his lean legs pinned her effectively to the ground.

His eyes were dancing when their gazes met, and his tongue was running along the edges of his upper teeth. “This was in one of my dreams, you know.” His voice was low and husky; just the sound of it made her shiver with anticipation. “Of course, in my dream, we’re both sweaty from working out and wearing slightly less clothing, but I’m sure we’ll get to that point yet.”

“I should’ve known you’d be a talker,” Flanna said with more than a hint of amusement. “If I’d been thinking about it, I’d’ve gone to the bookmaker and placed a wager.”

Jason’s head bent until his mouth hovered just millimeters above hers. His breath was hot and sweet, and that close, Flanna thought she could drown in the blue sea of his eyes. All it would take to get the contact of another kiss was a slight lift of her head, but something in the intensity of his gaze when it lifted from her mouth to her eyes kept her still.

“And what kind of sounds do you make?” he whispered. “Do you moan? Whimper? Do you lie there in silence so that all I can hear is the way you gasp for air when I make you come?” Without touching, his mouth skimmed over her cheek, along her jaw, until his nose nudged her hair away so that nothing more came between his lips and her ear. This time when he spoke, the words echoed through her head, his warm breath drawing the heat straight from her flesh until she was trembling from the potency of it. “Or are you a screamer? Tell me, Flanna, because I can’t make up my mind which possibility excites me more. The thought of you screaming out my name as I’m slamming into you? Or the thought that I can make you come so hard that you can’t even manage coherent speech?”

She had to squeeze her eyes shut when he started to trace the delicate shell of her outer ear with the tip of his tongue. “You’ve got an ego the size of Greenland,” she managed to say.

He chuckled, and his lower half pushed noticeably harder into her hips. “You’re sure it’s my ego you’re interested in?”

Flanna had never realized just how strong Jason really was. As a tall woman trained to the peak of physical conditioning, she had come to assume that men had to be much larger than she to be powerful, but feeling her wrists bound tight by his fingers, the unmoving length of him holding her against the exercise mat, there was no denying how much power was housed in his lean frame. Sinewy muscles trapped her softer ones so effectively that she wasn’t entirely sure she could get away if she decided to put up a struggle.

Struggling, however, was the last thing currently on her mind.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” Jason was saying. At some point, he’d taken both of her wrists into one hand so that his other drifted down the tender skin of her arm, a single finger tracing the outer curve of her breast. “I’d heard so many things about the great Flanna McRae. What a fighter she was. How strong.” His breath fanned across her cheek as he lifted his head away to gaze directly into her eyes. “Nobody said a word about how beautiful you are.”

In spite of the dim light inside the barn, she could see herself reflected in his dilated pupils, her skin a shimmering sheen while her hair pooled out around her head. “That’s because—”

He cut her off with a swift kiss, his tongue tangling with hers just long enough to leave her dizzy. “Don’t you dare say it’s because you’re not,” he panted when they broke apart.

“But—”

Another kiss, this one hungrier than the previous, sucked the air from her lungs. Jason’s hand left its soft exploration of her breast to dig almost painfully into her ass, tugging and rolling just enough so that they ended lying on their sides. There were no more attempts to pin her, but the thought of escape was the last thing Flanna wanted.

This time when they parted, they were both gasping, leaving each staring at the other with something akin to amazement. “Are you going to stop that now?” Jason asked, his voice rough with desire.

“That depends.” She brought her arm down to run a fingernail around his hardened n****e. “Are you going to keep kissing me to stop me from arguing with you?”

A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, sending tiny frissons of electricity shooting straight to Flanna’s clit. “I’m going to keep kissing you anyway,” he said. “And then I’ve got other plans for my mouth.”

Her eyes widened in the split second before he pulled her back to his lips. There was no room for argument any longer; all rational thought was being burned from her flesh with his every touch, his every lick, his every bite. Unbidden, Flanna’s nails curled into his chest, eliciting another growl from Jason that made her clench her thighs together in an effort to stop the tremors the sound triggered, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled her even closer, his hand slipping around to the small of her back so that it could slide beneath the waistband of her jeans.

“Take these off,” he murmured into her neck. “Let me see you.”

She acted without hesitation, hands leaving his body to fumble at her waist with the button and zipper. The denim was stretched by Jason’s hand cupping her ass, but eventually the fastenings gave way, and his chest rumbled with delight as she pushed the fabric down past her hips.

“Lie back,” he ordered.

Flanna was left feeling cold when he pulled away, kneeling by her feet so that he could tug at the offending jeans. When he saw the cotton bikini still clinging to her hips, he tsked in mock reproof. “Women wear too much clothing,” he said, hooking his fingers through the waistband and pulling those down as well. When she was finally naked before him, though, he went completely still, his eyes riveted to her form.

“What?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Her hands started to go to her breasts, but before she could blink, Jason had grabbed her wrists again. “Don’t,” he rasped. “How many times am I going to have tell you that you’re beautiful? This…” His free hand skated along her side, dipping into the defined curve of her waist before traveling farther down her toned hip and thigh. “God, Flanna, you just don’t have any idea, do you?”

She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, when his strong fingers slid across her lower abdomen and tangled in the coarse curls covering her mound. “Well, at least I know you’re a natural redhead,” she heard him say with a chuckle. “But do you taste as good as you look? I’m going to bet yes.”

Her body temperature flamed when she felt him gently pry her thighs apart, the cooler air hitting her wet p***y for the split second before Jason blocked it with his touch. Rubbing the heel of his hand along her outer lips, he repositioned himself between her legs, his breath coming in heated jags as he ran his tongue along the inner crook of her knee. Her muscles quivered, tensing from the slight tickling, but she was spared from those particular onslaughts when his mouth continued upward, nipping at her inner thigh before stopping just before her p***y.

“Do you want this?”

Flanna glanced down to see him staring at her, his eyes so dark that she would never have guessed they were blue. “What?” she whispered.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

There was almost a possessive tone in his voice, and she reached down to touch his cheek, her fingers surprising her by trembling. “Please, Jason,” she said. “You know I do.”

“Say it.”

She couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear her eyes from his when she whispered, “I want you. This. Please…”

His tongue darted out and brushed over her mound, hinting at more when it skimmed across her clit. “Please what?” Jason prompted.

“Touch me.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, and he rested his cheek against her inner thigh, never looking away from her. “But I’m already doing that. If that’s all you want, I’ll just—”

“With your mouth,” she interrupted in a rush. “Please. I need…”

“You need what?” His voice seemed to have dropped an octave, his body suddenly tense. “There’s nothing wrong in asking for what you want, Flanna. If I don’t show you anything else before this is all over, I’m going to prove to you that it’s okay to say what you’re thinking. How can you expect to get any kind of happiness if nobody knows how to give it to you?”

“You’ve always known.”

The simple declaration spilled from her lips before she could stop it, taking both of them by surprise. Jason’s tongue darted over his lips, and then he was moving up, climbing her body, his mouth adoring her flesh along the way. A kiss here, a nip there, and then his teeth caught the puckered tip of her n****e, sucking it into his mouth and hard against the roof before continuing his oral trek upward. By the time their mouths were level again, Flanna’s flesh felt on fire, her hands roaming down his muscled back.

“What about…?”

“Next time,” he said before kissing the corner of her mouth. “Right now, I just want to feel you all around me.”

His hands fumbled between their bodies, impatient now with his own jeans. She was quick to help him, but when he pushed down the denim, Flanna chose instead to grasp his throbbing c**k in her hand.

“Christ,” Jason muttered, tensing as she began to slowly stroke him. “I’m not going to last long at all if you keep that up.”

Curling her arm around his shoulders, she slowly pulled him down so that her mouth hovered at his ear. “Tell me you want this,” she whispered. She could feel how hot her breath was as it filled the space between them. “Tell me you want me.”

He answered with a hungry snarl, his arm knocking away her hand as his knees forced her legs farther apart. Their mouths slammed together as the tip of his c**k nudged against her folds, and in a clean, swift thrust, Jason sheathed himself deep inside her wet heat.

Neither moved for a long, suspended moment after he entered her, the only motion the slowing exploration of their mouths. When Jason finally started pulling out, it was unhurried, more leisurely than the slide in, drawing shivers from Flanna as she clung to him in desperation. Her fingers clawed into his back, as if that was the only way to draw him closer, and when he began thrusting in long, languid strokes, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his slim hips, guiding him in ways that were pleasurable for both of them.

He started speaking almost immediately, murmuring words of endearment on every downstroke, telling her how tight she was, how beautiful, on the up. The words tattooed themselves across her skin, making her clench and writhe as she fought against believing them. But Jason was relentless, his tongue and teeth joining in the praises of her flesh. He didn’t give up, even when he began to speed up his thrusts, filling her so deep and hard on every stroke that she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. He didn’t even stop when she came, crying out his name almost incoherently as her back arched away from the mat.

“I still think you might be a screamer,” he murmured against her neck. “Next time. You can show me next time.”

Just his suggestion that this would hardly be the last of their intimacy was enough for Flanna to come again, her inner muscles constricting around his hard length as the world dipped and swayed around her. She heard Jason grunt, the muscles in his back going rigid as he shot deep inside her, his hips and thighs spasming within the circle of her legs. While her body ebbed, his mouth found hers again, capturing it in another of those hungry kisses at which he seemed to excel.

All she could hear was the roar of her racing heart when he finally broke away.

His lips brushed across her brow, tasting the salt of her skin as he carefully disengaged from her body. Flanna’s legs were cramped as she uncoiled them, but it was an ache she was grateful for, almost smiling when the muscles began to burn when she straightened them out.

“Please tell me you’re just thinking of something funny,” Jason commented as he rolled onto his side.

He lay beside her, his head propped up on his left hand while his right gently stroked her fluttering stomach. His eyes had gone back to their normal brilliant blue, and his full mouth was soft and inviting. In that moment, Flanna decided she had never seen anything so amazing as this man.

“Just…happy,” she murmured. “Which is weird because…with everything going on, I shouldn’t be.”

“Never apologize for being happy.” When she glanced up at him, he gave her his most impudent grin. “Especially when I’m the reason for it.”

Laughing, she spooned against him, taking silent pleasure in the heavy weight of his arm as it settled around her waist, the possessive way he bent his head to inhale the scent of her hair. It was hard to believe that she’d been so unsure about their ability to defeat Romm just a little while earlier, but now, here in the circle of Jason’s embrace, Flanna was convinced they could do just about anything. He was right about one thing for sure. They made a pretty good team.