My Favorite Distraction (Distraction series) Page 9

  “I want to do it again. I think I can do it better.”

  He forced me to roll over, still laughing but now looking down at me. He looked relieved. “I am not sure you could have done that any better.” He straddled me and pinned both arms above my head with one hand. The index finger of his other hand traced the come that had spilled out of my mouth. He looked at me with amazement and then put his finger in my mouth. “You are so dangerous,” he said as I licked his finger and smiled.

  “So does that mean no more showers?”

  He rolled off of me laughing. He spooned me from behind, and I smiled in his arms and fell asleep.

  * * * *

  I woke by myself and looked around for Jason, but he was gone. So was Bo. I looked at the time, 8:40 a.m. I hopped out of bed and put my pajamas back on. I went to the bathroom and fixed my very messy hair and washed my face and went downstairs. I was just outside of the kitchen when I heard him singing. It was the most adorable thing I had ever heard, and I walked in quietly to watch. He had headphones in and was stirring something over the stove. He stopped singing when he saw me. He took out the headphones.

  “Was that country?” I smiled sinking my teeth into my bottom, adoring this man in front of me.

  “It was Train.” He turned around returning my smile causing my stomach to do jumping jacks.

  “I had fun last night,” my lips creating a sexy curl as I said it, “and I was thinking, I am free today to practice my new skills.” It was like I learned a new magic trick and couldn’t wait to try it again. I licked my lips slowly at the thought and he pressed against me. It shocked me and I stepped back. “Is that a yes?” I raised my brow and looked at the outline of his penis. “Are you always like this? How come I never noticed?”

  “Well, yes to the first two questions, and you never noticed because I never touched you before. I never stood up in front of you. I didn’t want to scare you, remember?” He took two plates from the cupboard and loaded them with eggs. “Are you hungry?”

  He was happy and relaxed. I liked him like this. I smiled back. “Yes, can we eat outside?” The light came in through the window, and it looked colorful outside.

  “I guess. We can sit on the deck. I don’t have furniture outside yet.”

  He opened the door to the back patio. It was landscaped so pretty. He had a pool with a waterfall that flowed into it, a lawn surrounding it, and flowers in pots all around the deck. I went through the house to the front door and brought the small table in from the front porch. I went back and got the two chairs while he finished breakfast.

  We sat outside and ate in quiet. He looked at me over his coffee, then picked up his paper to read it. I watched him and felt so comfortable like this. He finished his paper and stared at me. Then he flashed me his early morning, get under my skin, hot coffeehouse guy smile, and I couldn’t help but smile. My face felt hot, and my stomach did somersaults, and my heart started to beat too fast. My legs stood up in response and I grabbed his plate to exit the backyard.

  His loud voice stopped me in my tracks. “Rabbit.”

  That was all he said, and I sat back down still holding the plates, my leg shaking, causing the silverware to jiggle. I calmed myself with breathing and closing my eyes, counting the times I breathed in and then out. I avoided his glare. When I was calm, I got up and went to the kitchen and did the dishes. He came in when I was wiping the counters and watched me.

  “You make me nervous when you watch me and then smile.” I washed my hands in the sink, and he came up from behind me.

  “If I could figure out what you are thinking right before you run, I think I would act a little less crazy. Three months I have stared into those beautiful eyes, and I felt a part of something.”

  “That is the craziest thing I have ever heard. I think you have this image of me, and I am terrified I am not what you want. I am not this hot sexual creature who can replace your…showers.”

  I heard him chuckle behind me. “Where did you hide the condoms, Katarina? Where are they?”

  I turned to him, feeling sassy. I started to move around the counter. Hoping to scare the shit out of him like he did to me, before, when he called me Rabbit, I said, “I don’t want to use condoms. I want to have your babies.”

  His eyes widened, and he came for me. “All right, we can get started.” His face had passion all over it. We started making a circle around the counter. He was stalking toward me, and I was scurrying away. I was laughing.

  “You want to have babies with a crazy girl? Think about it.”

  “There is nothing I want more then to come inside you. All day long you would have me drip from inside you. I would have a baby with you. You didn’t offer before.” He was moving fast for me, his eyes hungrier. He liked the chase as much as I did.

  “It sounds like you have given that some thought.” I raised my brow and tilted my head. He jumped toward me, and I screamed. “No, seriously, Jason, no babies! I don’t want babies. I put the condoms in the fridge, behind the butter.”

  He took off toward the fridge, and I took off toward the stairs. I ran up the stairs giggling to his closet and hid behind his suits. I didn’t stay there long. It was like the closet walls were closing in. I moved to the bedroom door and hid behind it. It was the most alive I’d ever felt, the adrenaline coursing through my body, making me extra alert. This man, this crazy man, could do things to me without even touching me. I was moist between my legs, and my stomach tickled me from the inside out. The anticipation of him finding me had my brain and my body on fire. My skin felt sensitive all over, and my nipples rubbed against my tank top. Every little movement I made sent pleasure signals to the area between my legs and made it throb harder.

  I heard him outside the bedroom sounding confident and very sexy. “So turns out the condoms weren’t in the fridge, funny girl. I found them, and now I need a partner to demonstrate the purpose of using a condom. Do I have a volunteer?”

  I heard him walk in the room and squeezed my eyes shut and remained quiet.

  “I will go easy on you if you come out willingly, but if I have to come find you, it might get a little rough.”

  Why did that comment make me bite my lips and squeeze my legs closed? I was certain he would never hurt me, but I was curious about what he was offering. Rough sounded sexy and uncontrolled.

  He walked toward the door. “Ah baby, I can smell you, and you smell delicious.”

  I giggled as his arms came crashing around me. He picked me up in one motion and threw me over his shoulder, walked a short distance and tossed me on the bed. I was laughing so loud and uncontrollably I had lost all my adrenaline and was completely at his mercy.

  “All right, let me catch my breath.” I was trying hard to control the laughing. I sat up, and he was already removing my clothes. “You want me that bad, huh?”

  He looked at me like a favorite dessert he was about to sink his teeth into. “Are you kidding? I wanted you before you started talking. Now I feel like it’s…amplified.” He started to kiss me. It was more demanding than before, but still tender. He licked my lips and bit my bottom one before pulling away. “Same rules as before, only talk if you have pain anywhere, K?” His eyes had softened, and he had a very playful grin.

  “I want to touch you this time. I want to feel everything.” I felt like I was negotiating. He paused and then very reluctantly said yes. I saw pain in his eyes. “Did someone hurt you?” I asked, careful not to do the same to him.

  “No, it’s nothing like that.” He began kissing me again.

  “Is it your thing, ‘no touching?’ Is that what you tell all of the girls?” I sat up on my elbows.

  “No, I have never told anyone else not to touch me. It’s not a thing.” He put a finger over my mouth to quiet me. I bit it.

  “I am serious. Why can’t I touch you? Do you think I will do it wrong?”

  He pulled off of me and looked in my eyes, all serious. “Your fingers are tiny, soft, like silky rose petals, and
your nails feel like thorns, and your touch is light, tentative, and innocent, and then raw and needy. I feel all of those things when you touch me.” His eyebrows pulled together. “I am scared I will hurt you because I won’t be able to control myself.” He took my face in his hands. “You could never touch me wrong. I hate that I make you feel insecure. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  He kissed me soft, and his lips lingered on my lips. I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and licked his lips. He tasted so good. He smiled at me and pushed me down.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. I never thought you would be like this.”

  I put my hand over his mouth, remembering him saying similar words the night before. “No sweet talk, you don’t have to say nice things.”

  My whole life certain people told me how pretty or special I was. It only raised ugly memories for me. I wanted Jason to know right away he didn’t need to say those things to get what he wanted from me. He wasn’t the only one taking. I wanted him just as bad and would take everything from him, everything he was willing to give.

  He looked up at me in disbelief and kissed my hand, then began thoroughly kissing my body.

  “I like that your nipples are hard for me and the flesh of the curve is soft, perfectly rounded.”

  He said it as he ran his fingertips over the peaks. He was kissing the underside of my breast, avoiding the most sensitive part with his mouth. I was trying to control my humming, but I couldn’t. It was the absolute best feeling I had ever had. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I moaned uncontrollably. My body arched, trying desperately to get closer to him. He sucked harder, and I felt wetness pool between my legs. I grabbed his hair without thinking and dug my fingernails into his scalp. He moaned, and the hum of his mouth on my nipple made my hips move up and contact his stomach. He pulled away almost immediately.

  “Maybe we should slow down?” He was breathing like he couldn’t get enough air. I felt defensive, like he thought I couldn’t handle what was going to happen, like I was weak.

  “Is that what you say to all the girls?” I raised an eyebrow.

  That pissed him off, and he withdrew from my body completely. He began running his fingers through his hair as he looked over my body. He got off the bed, clearly frustrated with me. He started to walk to the bathroom. I was so focused on his face I didn’t register he was walking away from me until I couldn’t see it anymore.

  “Please, don’t go. I am so sorry. It…all feels so good…and then you tell me to slow down, when I just want to be closer to you. Please, if you stay, I will be good. I promise to be good.” I was pleading, and he still had his back to me. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “It feels like torture. I can’t explain it. I hate that I told you what happened to me because now you think I am weak. That was so long ago Jason, and I am tough and strong. Jared was a part of my past, but he doesn’t make me weak. ” I watched him as he turned around and walked closer to the bed. He sat on the edge and looked directly into my eyes.

  “That was unfair. What you told me does not make you weak. You are unlike any woman I have ever met. I don’t know why, but you make me want to be kind and soft. I have an ugly side, but with you, I want to be gentle. Most of all, I don’t want you to run away. You have no idea what torture is.” He looked away, then got up again, and reached for his pajama bottoms.

  I was feeling embarrassed and rejected. Seconds ago I felt so needy for him, and now he was walking away from me. The lust that was inside me was new and I was ready to experience more, but now he was turning me down. This was bullshit. I hopped up out of his bed, grabbed my clothes, and made a beeline for the door.

  “Go to Hell! You are all talk. I am not sure who told you that you are addicted to sex, but they were wrong. In fact, I think you have a thing for your dick in the shower.” I was walking fast and almost made it out of the door before I was again thrown over his shoulder. “Hey! I’m out of the mood, and I changed my mind. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

  It was hard to talk as he threw me back on the bed, but I managed to finish with my arms crossed over my chest. My body couldn’t hide my anger. I bit both of my lips in a tight line, and I looked off to the side of the room. I was pissed, and as soon as I got up, I was leaving. He could play this game with someone else. He hovered over me, trying to get my attention, but I ignored him.

  “All right, leave if you want.” He said it, but he didn’t move from his position over me, and he kept looking at me.

  I held my ground, made no eye contact, and the insides of my lips were beginning to hurt because I was biting so hard.

  “I am not sure what to do with you. I have never had a girl that was so pissed off at me before sex, unless it was a ploy to get me to be rougher.”

  I looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow.

  “If looks could kill.” He was amused with himself. He thought he was funny.

  “Are you almost done?” I meant with his humor, but he laughed at that too.

  “If I was almost done, you would know it.” He smiled, all his teeth showing.

  “Oh, are we talking about sex again?” I was in bitch mode, and he was amused by it.

  “Yes, we are talking about sex and how you confuse me.” He was still very playful, and it pissed me off more.

  “So you’re not confused about how to have sex, just how to have sex with me? I know my parts aren’t that different than the average girl’s.” I made a move to display my parts, but his eyes never left mine. “Maybe you forgot what to do with your part. Maybe you’re scared your hands will get jealous.” I gave him a snotty smile the best I could to piss him off. It worked.

  “The things I want to do to you right now for talking to me like that. Ugh…you make me feel so out of control. I know if I let you go, you will walk away and I will never see you again.” He looked away and closed his eyes. “I have never felt like this, and I don’t know what to do.”

  He looked back at me, his stare intense. I felt the need to turn away, but I didn’t. I held strong, showing no fear, no weakness.

  “If you leave, I…” He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and whispered something that I couldn’t hear. When he opened his eyes, his faced softened, and he smiled a little. “Just please don’t leave.”

  “What kind of things do you want to do to me…I mean for talking to you like that?” I looked at him as his smile dropped from his face. “Do you hit women, Jason? Do you want to hit me? Is this what you meant by letting your anger control you?”

  He sat up and got off the bed but didn’t go far. “I want to be better for you. I am trying to be better. No more angry sex, no more pain for pleasure.” He looked vulnerable, fragile even.

  “Is that why you like me, you think I won’t provoke you to feel angry? You think you picked someone completely opposite of her…Bettina? Maybe, Jason, I want angry sex.” I rolled over to get off the bed, but he reached over and grabbed my leg and pulled me to him again.

  “You are the opposite of her. You are sweet and kind, and you shine. You affect me like no one else has…ever. I am more frightened of scaring you away than anything else. When you grabbed my hair earlier, I almost held you down and fucked you right then. The urge to make my mark on you is so intense and it only increases. The thought of you walking away after I have been deep inside you and the ache you’d feel between your legs, drives me insane. I know I upset you by pulling away, but I feel my body becoming something else the closer I get to having sex with you. My instinct to possess you is so fierce I can’t slow it down. It’s all or nothing.” His eyes were fixed so tight to mine, he was baring his soul to me.

  “When you touch me, you make me feel amazing. I want to be with you however I can. Please don’t stop. I want you to possess me.” I felt like I was pleading again. My skin itched for his touch. My body ached for it.

  His arms wrapped around me and held me in a tight hug, my face against his chest. I pulled back a little, until my face hovered over his should
er, and I bit him, hard. It felt so good to bite him my heart started to beat hard in my chest. When I let go of him, my teeth hurt. Jason growled in my ear, and it made me want to bite him again, but I lost the chance when he grabbed my hair.

  “Fuck, you drive me crazy. Do you know how unbelievably sexy you are?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just stripped his pants, and I watched as his penis sprung free. He looked like he was in pain when he reached for the nightstand, pulled a condom out of the box, and began covering his penis with it.

  I was a little panicked at the size of it, and it dawned on me that it was making its way toward the now very sensitive area between my legs. “So…you for sure know what you’re doing with that thing, right?” My voice sounded nervous.

  He laughed loudly and climbed onto the bed, where he was over me. “I haven’t forgotten. Trust me. It will feel delicious. It will feel so good you won’t ever want to leave me.” He smiled big, and I relaxed immediately.

  He removed my hands from covering my body and threw the pajamas I had clenched in my hand on the floor. After he looked me over, he licked two of his fingers and then locked eyes with me. I shuddered when his hand made contact with the tender spot between my legs and his eyes lit up.

  “You are so swollen and wet for me.” He groaned like it was torturing him.

  I lay still and closed my eyes. My body was begging me to shut my mouth. His hands on me, in me felt incredible. He had magic, superhuman fingers and he was playing my body as his own personal instrument. This could be my new hobby. His seductive voice halted my thinking.