Lysa's pov
Jason's kisses moved from my mouth down to my jaw, then lower to my collarbone, following the path he'd exposed when he'd unbuttoned my shirt. His mouth was hot against my skin, and I felt his hand slide under my shirt, his fingers tracing up my spine toward the clasp of my bra.
Panic sliced through the haze of sensation.
"Jason, stop." I grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand flat against my back to keep it from moving higher. "Stop."
He pulled back slightly, his breathing harsh, his coffee brown eyes dark and unfocused. "Lysa—"
"I said stop." My voice came out firmer than I felt, and I used both hands to push his hand away from my back entirely. "This is too much. Too fast."
"Too fast?" Something flickered across his face—frustration, confusion. "You didn't t
