I really wanted to be mad at Jase, but he was messing with my feelings so much that any resistance was a useless effort. I couldn’t be mad. I didn’t even want to be mad. What I wanted was to feel Jase’s large calloused hands on my skin and his mouth pressed against mine. I wanted Jase so badly…
I barely closed the door, and I was lost in Jase’s embrace again. My hands were buried in Jase’s brown hair, the color of chestnut, fisting in it, holding tight while I was attacking Jase’s mouth with almost painful need.
Jase let me take control for the time being, but I knew that it was not going to last much longer. The needy grinding against my groins told me that I was right. I sighed into Jase’s mouth and returned the grinds impatiently. Jase’s growing excitement was driving me crazy..
