Page 62 of Dirty Fighter

Jason

“Give it to me,” I tell her, sinking full length into the tight, wet hold of her body.

The way she’s looking at me, touching me. Bliss.

“Need it again, Rowan,” I growl, pinning that sweet bundle of nerves between us.

Rocking against it, I watch as her back arches.

Those tits.

Her nipples scrape my chest, and she clenches again. Silently, my name forms on her lips.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

I pull out only far enough to delve deep again. “Feel so good around me.”

This time, when I catch her clit between us, I hold the pressure an extra beat, shifting my hips so⁠—

“Jason!” She clamps down around me, her body grasping mine with hot rhythmic pulses.

Fuck. Yes.

I didn’t think there was anything better than the taste of this woman coming on my tongue. But seeing her face when her eyes flare and then hood, when her lips part and her hips cant up against the downward thrust of mine? I’m gone for her.

Her hands are at my shoulders, my arms, my neck. Cupping the side of my jaw.

“With me,” she pleads. “Want you to come with me.”

Pressure slams up my spine, and I’m right there with her. Unable to fight off my own need a second longer. I drive into her again and again, coming harder than I ever have before.

Holy shit.

Somewhere about the time she tried wrapping her lips around my dick, I wondered if maybe I could ruin her for all other dudes. Show her what I can give her, what she’s been missing in the hopes she’d want more.

Why I didn’t anticipate that I’d be the one ruined, no idea. Just another instance where instinct can’t keep up with Rowan Lakely.

When I feel the last of Rowan’s orgasm subside and her arching body go lax beneath me, I take a beat to look at her like this, sated and sweaty.

In this minute, mine.

I lower my head and kiss her. Not sure I’ll get the chance again and committed to being okay with it.

And the way she smiles at me, as I pull away? Damn.

It’s the kind of smile that makes a man think about how quickly he can get it again.

How he can make sure he doesn’t lose it.

She bites the corner of her bottom lip, meeting my eyes with hers.

And… she looks like she wants to say something. Like maybe⁠—

Realization lands. “Shit, I’m crushing you,” I say, moving off her before she’s flattened like a pancake.

“No… I was just…” She shakes her head. “Sorry, you weren’t.”

Nice. But I was, and I’m already climbing off.