“I’ve missed you, too. Don’t stop,” she begged.
Wondering if she meant that or merely said what she thought he wanted to hear, Jason massaged her clit again, more circular motions that hardened the little bud and had her bucking closer for more. “Tell me who else makes you feel this way.”
“No one,” she breathed out.
Gia had admitted as much before they married, and he’d hoped the same was still true. “Who else has touched you like this in the last year?”
As he brushed her nerve-laden bundle again, she whimpered. “No one.”
“You haven’t let anyone pet this pretty pu**y since me?” He wanted to hear her admit it again. He ached to believe it.
Jason softened his touch, concentrating the rhythmic cadence exactly where she wanted it, taking her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
“No,” she gasped out. “Even when I saw you with other women in the newspaper, I couldn’t…” Her thighs went taut, and she gyrated, trying to take him deeper. “I couldn’t do it.”
She thought he’d been unfaithful? That grated on him. It would probably be wise to let her think it, but where his wife was concerned, he had yet to make a damn logical decision.
“I attended benefits and art showings with ‘appropriate’ dates for one good cause after another. I smiled as photographers snapped pictures. I did not take anyone to bed.”
Gia turned her head away and tried to draw her legs together to shake off his touch. “You don’t have to lie.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “So why would I bother? Nothing in our prenuptial agreement prevents me from f**king someone else. But I didn’t.”
Around the edges of the mask, he could see her brows furrow together. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Why?” He ripped the mask away. “Because you think I’m a deceitful playboy who chases one piece of ass after another?”
She blinked, readjusting to the light and focusing on him. “I wouldn’t have married you if I thought that.”
Jason raised a brow at her. “Do you think I cheated because you’re not special enough to inspire fidelity?”
“N-no.”
He sat back on his heels. The denial had come out, but he didn’t believe it. He wasn’t even sure she did.
“Then tell me why you think I’ve been playing musical beds.”
Rolling her shoulders back and crossing her legs, she shut her eyes and refused to meet his gaze. “I assumed you’d moved on with your life.”
The way she’d moved on with hers. Damn it. He should probably do the same, but now that he had Gia here, he wasn’t convinced he could ever let her go.
Jason grabbed her chin. “Look at me.”
Her mouth twisted and her nose reddened as she fought tears. “Can’t you just take what you want already?”
So she could hate him for it later? No. She seemed to think he merely saw her as a body to f**k. Or that he didn’t care about any pleasure but his own. If they were going to make any progress in the future, he needed to set the record straight now.
Hovering over her, he plunged one hand into her hair and tugged until he captured her gaze and her mouth trembled directly under his. He thrust two fingers into her weeping pu**y and prodded her clit with his thumb. As she gasped and her body opened to him again, almost as if against her will, he slammed his lips over the soft velvet of hers and fused their mouths together.
Hell, he couldn’t inhale her fast enough, take her deep enough. As he shoved his way into her mouth, sweeping inside for a devouring kiss, Jason reveled in the fact that he touched her, penetrated her. He meant to do it again—frequently—lap at her flavor and drink in her reaction. He’d listen to each little breath and eat up every inch of her surrender over and over until she was completely in his hands and under his control again.
Pumping his fingers in and out of her as he swept through her mouth, Jason waited until an aroused glow suffused his wife, until she held her breath and her legs twitched, until she fought her restraints and kissed him with abandon. Then he jerked away, staring hard at her beautiful flushed face.
“No…” She pleaded with him.
He merely raised a brow at her.
“Mr. Denning,” she added hastily. “Please.”