She gave him a little growl. “You’re the one who demanded we spend this time together. What do you want?”
“For you to stop hiding from me and be honest.”
Gia crossed her arms over her naked br**sts. “What do you want me to say? I’ve never stopped wanting you. Fine. There’s the truth, but I like you much better when you’re nice.”
“Nice?” Jason turned her words over in his head. “What the hell does that mean?”
“You know, like when you helped me into the bath and rubbed my shoulders, unlike when you accused me of being horny or desperate for just any man.”
“Did you like it when I kissed you and shoved my fingers up your cunt?”
A little flush dashed up her cheeks. “You know I did.”
Her admission wasn’t loud, but he heard it. And he understood. Gia opened to him every time he treated her like a treasured lover. Was there any chance she actually still cared?
The thought revved him far more than it should.
“Put your arms around me.”
It took her a long moment to release the grip on her biceps. Finally, she did and scooted closer, raising her arms to him slowly until she clasped them behind his neck.
“Good.”
Her body heat rose and her scent swirled all around him. Hell, just having her here made him rabid with the need to claim her now. He should probably stop, get control of himself and the situation, regroup and plan. All he really wanted to do was consume her in a blistering conflagration so she never considered leaving him again.
Jason covered her lips with his own once more. He gave up anything that resembled careful consideration and seized her mouth with a scorching kiss, stroking deep, feeling her lips mold to his kiss. Gia’s breath caught, and she grabbed at his hair. Desire pinged from her body to his and back, revving with enough charge to power Dallas on a sweltering day.
Gathering her thighs in his desperate grip, he pulled them wide and dragged her closer until his aching fly rested against her pu**y. Jason cursed the zipper separating them. Why the hell hadn’t he taken his clothes off, too?
Dragging in a determined huff, he broke away and pulled at his shirt, not really caring how he got the damn thing off. As he tugged, some of the buttons pinged onto the floor, but BFD. Claiming his wife again was far more important.
His jeans fell victim next to his blazing need to be inside Gia. He ripped at the snap and yanked down the zipper, then shoved them off until he, too, stood naked and needy.
Some part of him really hated wanting her so much. That voice screeching in his head sounded like his father—calculating and remote. But he wondered how he’d last another hour without her, much less the rest of his life. Jason had never been good at forming attachments, but with Gia it had just…happened.
Fuck, these feelings were so foreign. Even if they gave her too much power, he wanted to be inside her in the next sixty seconds or less.
Jason reached into the bathroom cabinet and grabbed a condom. “Tell me again you want this.”
Gia nodded. “I do.”
“Tell me you want me.”
Her gaze clung to him as her face softened. “I haven’t wanted anyone else since I met you.”
At her trembling admission, his c**k ached even more. If he hadn’t had the same experience, he probably would have bowed to his inner cynic and assumed she was lying. But he knew firsthand how true those words could be.
“No regrets afterward,” he warned.
Hesitation flitted across her expression. It bothered Jason. Worried him, even.
Finally, she shook her head. “No. I’m not going to feel whole until I’m with you again, at least this once.”
Once, my ass. After he took her, there’d be no letting her go again. But no way was he going to argue when he could be immersing himself inside the slickest, hottest heaven he’d ever lost himself in.
“I won’t hold back.” He tore into the foil and rolled the condom down his aching cock.
“I wouldn’t want you to.”