Procrastination. If there was one word in the English language that didn't fit Jason Morgan, procrastination was one of them. Always on the go, his mind constantly wrapped around the latest task or job needed to get done. A strong believer in getting things done the right way, the first time around. His every movement and reaction calculated, with precise decision. Was now, at this very moment doing everything and anything in his power to keep from having to return back to their rooms.
He endured forty-five minutes with Brenda and Emily. Suffering through the mini fashion show of bridesmaids dresses. Neither girl could decide which one they liked while shopping. So they purchased a wide assortment in duplicate to see which one Elizabeth would prefer. There were so many different colors of rustling fabric, in different shapes and styles that it made his head hurt.
During this time he'd also had to tolerate their teasing and embarrassing questions. Making each minute pass by painfully slow. It wasn't until Brenda brought out the lacy undergarments that he'd met his pain threshold. With a hasty goodbye and a reminder to Emily of dinner that night, Jason fled the room in search of Johnny.
Had he known his friend had a tree the size of a redwood crammed up his ass, Jason would've considered playing in traffic instead. It would have been more enjoyable, and a halluva lot more safe. In all the years he'd known the bodyguard he'd never seen anything but a smile on the man's face. Even in the middle of a job, in the pitch black of night, Johnny's big ass teeth could always been seen. But after the third time Johnny bit his head off, Jason calmly told his friend to get laid, before turning around and admitting defeat.
So here he was now, standing outside in the hallway like an idiot. His breathing was already erratic and he wasn't even in the same room with her. Just knowing that she was probably asleep in the large bed, cuddled under the covers was playing havoc on him. Images of slipping in next to her, pressing his body up next to hers, cupping one of her pert breasts in his hand flashed through his head. Making his pants uncomfortably tighter with each passing moment.
Why was he doing this to himself? He wanted her. And by the way she responded to their kisses today he knew the feeling was mutual. It didn't make any sense why he was putting himself through this kind of hell. Instead of wondering how hot and wet she'd get, he should just go right on in and find out first hand.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a shaky breath, Jason hung his head down low as he tried to rid himself of such thoughts. It was too soon, he wanted them to get to know one another better before they burned each other between the sheets. He respected her too much already to treat her like that. Perhaps if she was like Carly. Greedy, cynical, bitchy he could take advantage of her like that. But she wasn't and for the life of him, he wanted things to work out with Elizabeth.
With a new determination, Jason quietly let himself into the suite. Looking around he found the living area empty. Elizabeth's shoes were neatly tucked under one of the end tables. Her purse tossed onto the couch. Taking a closer look, he felt a tightening in his chest when he spotted other odds and ends that belonged to her about the room. It felt right. Coming back to her, to their room and finding pieces of her already surrounding him. Even if it was only a random hair scrunchy and a forgotten jacket.
It made him wonder what it would be like living with her. Coming home, hanging his jacket next to hers in their closet. Her magazines scattered around their living room. A bathroom filled with hairspray and gels, make-up and curling irons. Pantyhose hanging from the shower rod.
He'd lived like that with Carly and in the most part he felt suffocated. Like the life was being squeezed from him with each passing day. Sometimes a long ride on his motorcycle could make him feel better. But living with Carly made him feel trapped. It was just the opposite with Elizabeth. The thought of sharing a living space with her, well it sounded down right homey.
Smiling at himself for such sappy thoughts, Jason checked his watch. They had two hours before they were to meet up with Emily for dinner, and if Elizabeth was like any other female he knew she'd need at least an hour to get ready. Deciding to take a shower before waking her up, Jason headed to the bedroom.
Silently he stepped into the darkened room and made his way over to the dresser. He kept his eyes away from the figure in the bed, knowing it would break his waning self-control if he did. The sound of rustling sheets from behind him caused him to freeze. Listening carefully, he waited until he heard her let out a soft sigh before opening the top drawer and grabbing a clean pair of jeans. That done he headed for the closet, all he had to do was get a shirt and make it to the bathroom and he'd be home free.
"Jason?"
Crap.
Her voice was still thick with sleep, but just the sound of it sent chills down his spine.
"Is it time to get ready for dinner?" Bracing himself, he turned to face her and felt the air get sucked from his body. Out of all the ways he imagined her to look tucked in away in the bed, none of them matched the view he was greeted with.
Elizabeth was propped up on one elbow, the delicate strap of her black camisole slipping slowly over her shoulder. Her eye lids heavy still from sleep, added with her full pouty lips started to diminish the restraint he'd been fighting to maintain through out the day. Did the woman have any idea just how sexy she was? How her innocence mixed with her natural sensuality was a powerful aphrodisiac he was too weak to resist.
Clearing his throat, Jason looked away, his discomfort evident with his jerky movements. "No, not yet. I thought I'd grab a shower first. Then the bathroom is all yours."
Elizabeth frowned slightly. "Are you okay?"
His electric blue eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Yeah, why?"
He watched in pain, as she sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she let her eyes roam over his face. "I don't know. You're just acting...different."
Trying to make his body relax, Jason swallowed hard. "I'm fine," He answered sharply as her sheet slipped to reveal the swells of her breasts. His eyes followed the falling sheet and settled to the flesh that was exposed. "I..." He wanted to touch her. Fighting to keep his breath from coming out in short pants, Jason clutched at the clothing in his hand and told himself to get a grip. "I'm gonna take a shower."
Spinning on his heel, he made it all the way to the bathroom door before she stopped him again. "Are you mad about something? You seem tense."
Was she joking? Of course he was tense. Christ his muscles were so tight he felt his body was going to shatter at any moment. Her words just proved her innocence. Trying to make his voice as soft as possible, Jason looked over his shoulder and offered her a small smile. "Elizabeth I'm fine."
She was now sitting up in bed. The strap that was threatening to slip from her shoulder was now dangling down her arm. Making the silky fabric dip lower than intended. His eyes couldn't leave the rise and fall of her breasts.
His mouth went dry and breathing became an issue. His blood went straight to groin as he stood paralyzed feet away from temptation. His conscience screamed at him to lock himself in the bathroom. To take a long cold shower. Do something to relieve himself of his growing arousal, so he could stop acting like some hormonal teen around her. Taking a step backwards, with full intentions of putting distance between them, he watched as her tiny pink tongue ran across her lower lip.
"Ah hell." Dropping the clothes to the ground. Jason crossed the room in three easy strides and was on the bed in a flash. He'd moved so quickly, Elizabeth hadn't had time to barely blink before his rough hands were on her waist, pulling her to him as his mouth attacked hers.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she'd heard herself whimper, but soon the sound was drowned out by the primitive growl that trembled deep in Jason's chest. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she could feel the familiar humming that always took shot through her body when their bodies came in contact.
Sucking her lip into his mouth, Jason nipped at the sweet tasting flesh. The jolting pain, was eased by the tenderness of his tongue. Creating tiny waves of pleasure to flow through her body, ending up between her thighs.
His hand skimmed her jaw before slipping into her hair. Unlatching his mouth from hers, his hot breath fanned across her face as he pulled back to look into her eyes. Desire and uncertainty swirled in her deep dark pools.
"Elizabeth, do you have any idea how much I want you?" His voice was measured restraint against the shell of her ear. "I really wanted to wait."
The words barely registered as Elizabeth arched her back and rubbed herself against him. Nodding her head in response, her hand skimmed over his shoulders and gripped onto the back of his shirt.
"Tell me what you want." Nibbling on the curve of her collarbone, his ears strained to her the words slip from her mouth. "If you want to wait, I'll back off."
"I want..." Crying out as his hand cupped her clothed covered breast, Elizabeth's legs shifted under the sheets, allowing Jason's thigh to move in closer to press up against her.
"Please I need to hear it." His thumb nail raked over her budding nipple, causing her head to drop to his shoulder.
"You. I need y-." Not needing to hear anything more from her, Jason used his weight to press her back against the pillows. His mouth latched onto hers, hot and demanding. His tongue swirling against hers as his hand dipped under the silky material to burn her flesh on her stomach, before blazing a trail upward.
The sheets imprisoned her legs as she twisted to free herself. Feeling his roughened hand make contact against the sensitive underside of her breast, Elizabeth nearly jumped off the bed. Her eyes widened and she was surprised to find him staring down at her. His face hard, his eyes filled with uncontrollable passion.
It made her feel utterly feminine to cause such a reaction. Giving her an odd sense of power that she had no idea how to use. Shifting against the leg pressed intimately against her, Elizabeth watched in fascination as Jason's pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. Moving again, the motion triggered a building sensation deep in her belly. Making her gasp and Jason to curse darkly underneath his breath.
Without any sign of patience, Jason tore back the covers and flatted himself against her. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against her thighs. Wrapping a strong arm around her slender waist he rolled them over so she ended up on top, her legs straddling his waist. It was the only way he could keep himself from tearing his clothes off and plunging into her.
She hesitated at first, unsure of their new position. But with a gentle buck of his hips from underneath, he brought back that fevered glaze in her eyes and groaned when she leaned forward, her breasts brushing up against his chest as she placed butterfly kisses along his jaw line, until she reached his lips. Her tongue swept over his lower lip, tasting him as she explored. Soon she nudged his lips open and slipped her tongue inside.
His hands rubbed circles on her back, moving lower until he cupped her bottom and holding her still as he rocked his hips into hers. Her hands grabbed his shirt as she tried to push it up and over his head. Her mouth leaving his to taste the newly exposed flesh. Sitting up, her still snug in his lap, Jason yanked the tee-shirt over his head before lying back again.
Taking the delicate straps of the black camisole in both hands, he gave an efficient tug and was rewarded with the sound of the material snapping. Letting the fabric cascade over on breast, Jason rolled them over again. His mouth fused on the hardened peak that teased him. Sucking it into his mouth, his teeth clamped onto her gently as he gave a slight tug. Her nails scored him as her head pushed back into the pillows as her back arched up to offer herself to him.
Too soon he left her breast as he kissed and nuzzled his way downward. Dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. Making her moan and giggle at the same time. His hands traced along the backsides of the thighs, opening them wider, making room for his body. It wasn't until his tongue traced the edge of her silky panties that he felt her body tensed. Her hands tugged at him to travel back up.
"Elizabeth if you're uncomfortable with this tell me." As much as he wanted her. How badly his body demanded he just end the pain and torment. He didn't want to push her any farther than she wanted to go. He felt her relax slightly, her hands stopped pulling as she raked her nails through his hair.
"Jason I want you." The words were heaven. Sliding his tongue over the material, down to her hot core. He could taste her through the silk. Her panties were drenched with her need.
Her hips rocked into his mouth, her passion filled cry only intensified his need to send her over the edge. Disposing of her panties, Jason parted her wet curls and licked greedily at her center. Licking upward, he teased her nub, while he placed a palm on her abdomen to keep her in place.
Her body shook in need as her thighs tightened against his head. He could feel how her breathing came out in short labored pants, as she struggled against the sensations he was building up inside her.
"Don't fight it." He demanded as he lifted his mouth away from her swollen lips. Slipping a finger inside her, Jason marveled at how wet she was. Never in his life had he experienced a woman so aroused. He watched as her as she closed her eyes. Her hands twisted the sheets she held onto like a lifeline. Lapping at her again, and adding another finger to his first, he felt the beginning of the spasms along her inner walls.
"That's it." She let out a displeased cry when he lifted his mouth away from her. With a smug smile, Jason sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Her body shuddered as she fought against the hand holding her down. His eyes drank in the sight of her climax, male pride swelling inside him.
Easing away from the center of her thighs. He slipped off the bed, only long enough to slip out of his boots and dispose of his jeans. Standing at the foot of the bed, naked and pure male, his eyes raked down her body in appreciation. She was beautiful and at this moment she was his wife. Just the thought caused his #$ to twitch as he crawled back onto the bed. Her eyes following him as he inched his way back up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses.
Her body arched against his again, naked flesh rubbing, until he was positioned between her thighs. His rock hard shaft rubbing against the inside of her thigh. Her slender legs twined around his muscular one, running her foot along the backside. Her nails dug into his biceps as she rocked her hips against his. Silently pleading for him to ease into her.
Her juices covered the length of his #$ each time she moved. Until finally she fitted him against her opening.
Lowering his head and taking her mouth in a sweet kiss, he inched his way in. His arms shook from the effort of bracing his weight off her, but also from the intensity of his need. Their eyes connected as Elizabeth bucked up hips up, taking the rest of him inside her. All self control snapped as Jason's hips drove into her. A grateful whimper fly from her lips as she met him thrust for thrust.
He wanted to feel her come again. To have her walls tighten. Milking a climax from him.
"Jason?" Her tiny mouth was open, as she once again fought against the pleasure. Nails bit into his shoulders as her breathing came out in struggled pants. Gripping her butt cheeks and lifting her so he plunge deeper, he felt her lose control. Rubbing his thumb across her swollen nub, it didn't take much to have her crying out.
With a final thrust, Jason spilled his seed inside her. Her name spilled from his lips as he lowered her back down to the mattress and he gathered her in his arms. Their breathing labored as he kissed the curve of her neck.
"Elizabeth I really had wanted to give you more time to get to know me. I won't say I'm sorry for making love to you, because I'm not."
His words warmed her insides. "I'm not sorry either."
"Good." With one last kiss, he pulled out of her, and settled on the mattress next to her. Bringing her body close to his, and tucking her firmly against him. Jason felt her breathing evening out and knew she was almost asleep again.
Closing his eyes, Jason wondered if this was what it would feel like for the rest of his life. This feeling of perfection. Of finally feeling complete. A small smile touched his lips as he drifted off.