He pulled her fully on top of him, gripping her hips in a tight embrace as he ground against her in a tight fusion that left her gasping. Their gazes stayed connected in such an intimate way it nearly blinded her in its intensity, but she couldn’t look away, because he was so beautiful in the way he moved, in the way he’d captured her with his body and with his soul. There was such heat in his gaze she wanted to fall into that fire and let it consume her.
And when it did, she cried out and Jason dug his fingers into her hips, going at the same time with a shudder and a groan that only intensified her climax and left her shaking in its wake. She collapsed and lay her head on his chest, absorbing the wild beats of his heart.
They lay like that for a long time, Jason stroking her sweat-soaked back. Erin was sure her limbs were useless and they’d probably have to sleep like this.
“It’s like lying on stone.”
She lifted her head up to look down at him. “Well, it is stone.”
“Back. Killing. Me.”
She laughed and climbed off of him and they both finagled their way off the counter. They went into the bathroom, slipped into the shower for a quick rinse-off, then got dressed.
Jason went to let Puddy out, so she found him outside on the patio.
“I see the rain has stopped,” she said.
“Yeah. Humid as hell, though.”
She’d wound her hair up in a bun on top of her head, so fortunately the humidity wouldn’t mess with her hair. She leaned against him. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a cold drink.”
“Beer?”
“I was thinking ice water.”
He grimaced. “Fine.”
She laughed and they went inside. She fixed them both glasses of ice water. Jason gulped his down in a few swallows, then fixed another while she sipped hers.
“Did you work up a thirst?” she asked.
He gave her a hot look over the rim of his glass. “You could say that.”
She picked up her phone and checked the time. “I should go.”
He laid the glass on the counter. “Or, you could stay with me tonight, and I could bring you home in the morning.”
She laid her hand over her heart. “What would the family say?”
“That you’re finally out having some fun?”
No one would notice, and Agatha was probably with her dad. She knew it was fine. No one would care.
The only thing she had to worry about was her heart. Jason was dangerous, and she’d have to be on guard.
“Sure. I’ll stay.”
“Don’t make it sound like a death sentence.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jason, I’d love to stay with you tonight. But it’s not bedtime yet. Whatever will we do with our time? Maybe watch some TV?”
He laughed and stalked over to her. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
Her body instantly flared with heat. “I’ll just bet you do.”
Good thing she could do her job on only a few hours’ sleep. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get much shut-eye tonight.
And she wasn’t complaining about that at all.
CHAPTER
twenty-four
AT LEAST JASON didn’t have to wear a suit to this thing, so he was thankful for that much.
He didn’t know shit about what paparazzi did or how they did it, but he sure as hell could point a camera at someone and press a button. And if it made the bride happy? Okay, correction. If it made Erin happy? Then great.
They were all gathered in the main house, and Maureen and Johnny Bellini had barbecued brisket and corn and made a few salads. Plus, there was plenty of beer and wine. So, all things considered, Jason couldn’t really consider this work. It was more like a party, especially since a lot of his friends were here. Then Finn had brought in some of the whiskey he’d made, and it had really started to feel like a party.
Brenna came through the door and stared them all down. “I smell whiskey.”
“I swear she has a nose for it,” Finn said, leaning over to whisper to Jason while he grinned at Brenna. “She’d be a fine whiskey maker.”
Brenna narrowed her gaze at Finn, obviously having heard him. “Do not get drunk. We can’t have you all falling over.”
Finn lifted his chin. “Irishmen do not get drunk on whiskey.”
“But the rest of us might,” Johnny said, laughing.
Brenna came over and took the bottle of whiskey away from her dad.