But when I do, he chuckles. He swirls his tongue around my clit before sucking on it. He tucks two fingers and then three into me as my body welcomes every sensation he evokes and controls.

He’s impatient but unhurried. Desperate but controlled. It’s a contradiction that’s uniquely Jase. Just like the relentless determination he has to break through every barrier I put between us.

It’s working.

I never should have doubted that it would.

His mouth is an addiction in and of itself. The way he teases and tastes me. The way he praises me and encourages me.

But it’s when he leans back up on his haunches, when that cocky smirk has his dimples deepening, when he says, “You’re tight as fuck, Hendrix, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to take all of me,” that I’m pretty sure I died and went to heaven.

I’m not used to dialogue during sex. To being turned on by words. To being made to feel wonderful because of those words.

“Jase,” I beg.

“No. Not yet.” His lips return to my skin as his fingers continue to work in and out of me, his thumb on my clit adding friction and pleasure. “He’s still on your skin. He’s still in your system. Come for me, Hendrix. Loosen that pussy so when I fuck you, you’ll be able to take all of me. You’ll be so full you won’t remember what anyone feels like but me.”

“Jase,” I whisper again, this time more of a plea. This time hoping that my voice alone will make him snap. Will push him to give me what I want—him. Inside me.

In every part of me.

A knowing smile pulls at his lips, like he’s aware that even though I think I still have control, I’ve already surrendered it to him in full. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers as I moan and writhe beneath him before finally letting one word slip from my lips. “Please.”

His fucking smirk grows. His dimples deepen. “That’s my girl,” he says and then shifts back up my body, positioning himself between the thighs he’s determined to keep spread apart. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me again, as he swallows my moans and whispers them right back in an echo of need and want and desire. When I feel the hard press of his cock against my pussy, I ache for more.

He pulls back to look into my eyes, his gaze dark with something that feels both dangerous and thrilling. “You ready?”

I nod before I even realize I have, desperate and needy and so fucking alive. “Yes.” My voice is soft, but the words hang in the air like a challenge.