Chapter 10
"Wake up, Elizabeth," Jason murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, as his fingertips moved lightly over her bare skin.
She sighed halfheartedly in her sleep, a slow grin spreading across her lips. "I was having such a good dream," she muttered teasingly, attempting to stretch her arms, then realized his body was looming above her.
Her head fell back against her pillow, his lips working against her neck, slowly making their way to her chest.
"I guarantee that I can top any dream," he replied, his tongue tracing a blazing trail, forearms planted on either side of her head to hold his weight off her tiny frame.
She chuckled, her voice raspy. "No doubt about that," she said, her hands running down his chest, settling on his firm hips.
Her lashes fluttered open, lids parting to land on his, ocean eyes drowning in one another. His hands skimmed over her, grazing her breasts, tugging all too briefly at her nipples.
Moaning, she thrust upwards, running her thumbs over his hips in a circular motion. His desire was reflected in his eyes, his need pressed against her thigh. She felt her legs part on their own, as he settled between them.
Unlike so much of their love-making from the prior evening, she knew this wasn't going to be drawn out. The hitch of his breath, the way his hands moved to clutch her hips, and the growl against her throat as he eased inside her were all signals that this was to be fast and to the point.
Not that she cared.
They'd taken enough time during the night, leaving Elizabeth to wonder if she'd be able to walk straight come morning. And from the way, he was working his body against hers right now, she wasn't sure she'd even be able to stand.
Sex with Jason was different from sex with any other man. The peak of pleasure was a place he was determined for both of them to reach-together.
A cruel game began during the moments where they learned one another's bodies; figuring out just what was a turn on, how to stroke the release out just right, and how to continue the blissful torture until they just couldn't take it anymore-two lovers both trying to top what one did to the other.
And in the end they were both left panting, flat on their backs, utterly exhausted.
Not that either of them cared.
No, Elizabeth told herself, his hands tugging her legs around his waist, causing him to slide even further inside her.
Was there anything better than being left breathless and immobile?
She moaned again, his hands digging into the curve of her hips, her face pressed against his neck. Desperation overwhelmed her, to be close to him, to taste him. Sliding her arms around his neck, she pulled him as she could, her lips moving across his neck.
His groan turned into a low growl, her lips pulling his skin between her teeth, suckling hard to brand him as her own. She abandoned his neck only after his hand tugged her away, mouth seeking hers, and placing a searing kiss that left Elizabeth trembling below him.
Crying out loudly, her lips left his, her hands grasping at his moving hips. Her body pressed further into the bed with every thrust and when she felt his hand move between her legs, she called his name out of sheer anticipation.
"Oh, God," she murmured, his thumb brushing over the bud between her legs, emitting shivers throughout and through in her body. Raking a hand against the nape of his neck, she held him against her, her other hand cradling the small of his back.
"Told you it was better than your dream," he replied, his lips against her ear like before, his teeth pulling the lobe into his mouth.
There was no way to tell who reached the point of no return first; both lips bursting open when the waves of pleasure consumed them, both gasping for breath when it slowly subsided.
Jason moved off her reluctantly, his body lingering above hers, as he placed a gentle kiss against her shoulder. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her arm, this time admiring him.
The sheet fell just below his waist, at the start of the most glorious hips she'd ever seen on a man. His skin was perfect, as if carved and made by hand, and there was nothing on him that she didn't like.
God, the man was beautiful.
His eyes snapped open suddenly, finding hers immediately, a satisfied smirk on his lips. She blushed to know he knew she was appreciating him. Then again, they'd both done so much admiring of one another that it shouldn't have mattered.
Sitting up in bed, she drew the sheet halfway over her breasts, leaving her back and bottom exposed. She grew flushed all over again when his eyes trailed over her back, his fingertips brushing over the base of her spine, causing her to shiver.
"You okay?" he asked huskily, moving to sit beside her.
He was less modest with his own body, paying little attention when the sheet slid down, and she found almost impossible not to look.
Yeah, he definitely was perfect.
She nodded, when she felt his arm slide around her, and pull her against the crook of his shoulder.
"I just-" She paused, looking over her shoulder at him, and couldn't believe that she found herself wanting him again already. "I just can't believe-I just don't do this-Never done anything like this."
"So you reminded me over and over," he murmured, gently moving her hair from her shoulder, his lips roaming over her skin. "Regrets?"
"None," she sighed, leaning into him as his lips made their way to her neck. "It's not every night that Elizabeth Webber picks up a man-Or rather gets picked up and goes home with him…Hell, I never really even talk to strangers."
She felt his lips curve into a grin against her ear, his tongue snaking against the lobe. "I'm not surprised that you're a woman that follows the rules," he whispered, running a hand up and down her arm.
Laughing, she turned herself towards him, looking him in the eye. "And I'm not surprised that you're a man that breaks them all," she replied, the sheet slipping from her body, his hands pulling hers away before she could tug it back around her.
"Just imagine the trouble we could get into," he said, moving quickly so that she was on her back and he was over her again.
"More like the trouble you could get me into," she replied, hands cupping his cheeks, and pulling his mouth to hers.
Her lips parted easily, eager for the familiar dance of their tongues around one another. Hands moved across her breast, hips settled between hers, and he broke the kiss only when he was gasping for his next breath.
"You definitely cause a trouble all your own," he said, moving her loose curls from her face. "And you don't realize it, which is the worst kind."
She snickered, shaking her head. "You think you know, but you have no idea," she replied, thinking of just how boring she really was.
"You're probably right," he murmured, placing a chaste kiss against her forehead. "I've only known you for one evening…" He paused, one hand holding himself above her, the other tracing a path over her creamy skin. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to know everything about you."
Her eyes rolled before she could stop them, and he almost looked taken back by her response. She bit her lip, staring up at him with nervous eyes. "I mean, it's just we-This wasn't planned," she replied hesitantly, "and I don't want you to think that I expect something-Expect more than this."
She sucked in a breath, gaze shifting off to the side of his head. "And I uh, I had planned-well, I figured I'd be gone before you woke up," she continued with a heavy sigh, her eyes shifting back to his. "I mean, isn't that how this works? We both got what we wanted and so, why…" Her voice trailed off and she shrugged, knowing that she sounded like an idiot.
"Well, I'm glad I woke up first," he said, moving to lay at her side, his hand still touching her. "Otherwise, I'd have been very disappointed this morning."
Fighting her grin was impossible, something about being so wanted turning her on more than anything had before. "Well, I'm glad you woke up first too," she replied mockingly, "because we all know how Jason Morgan doesn't like being disappointed."
"No, he does not," he agreed, dropping his head to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, sending a shiver up her spine.
She closed her eyes, letting out a sigh, amazed at just what this man could manage to do to her.
"Jason," she murmured, hands reaching to pull him over her again, legs parting so he could return to that familiar place.
"Elizabeth," he muttered in return, slipping the sheet from her body, settling against her hips.
"You're evil," she hissed playfully, raking her hands through his hair.
"And you can't get enough of it," he replied, placing his lips over hers, tongue parting her lips.
She groaned against his mouth, her hands doing their best to hold his mouth to hers, when there was a knock on the door.
Swearing, he pulled himself away, moving across the bed and looking around for his pants. He chuckled when she cursed too, falling back beside her to place a kiss on her forehead.
"Just a second, and I promise we'll pick up where we left off," he whispered huskily, hurrying to his feet and across the room to where his pants lay in a heap at the window.
Drawing the sheet around her, she rolled onto her stomach, burying her face into a pillow. She did her best not to scream in frustration, mostly thinking it was ridiculous to want something this much.
Especially when she had so much of it already.
She propped her chin up in her hand, sapphire eyes narrowed as he tugged his pants over the hips that should be unclothed and in bed with her, not answering the door to whatever disturbance was on the other side.
"Just wanted to let you know we're docked, the casino is cleared and cleaned from last night, and the guests who stayed over night are having breakfast now," she heard a voice say obediently.
Fucking Lassie.
"Thanks, Johnny," he replied shortly, holding the door close to his side.
It was only when he shifted to step out into the hallway that she realized the bed was in Johnny's direct line of vision had Jason not been standing there.
"Are you going to come eat with everyone?" his friend asked exhaustedly, and she imagined that he was either hung over or had managed to find someone to bed.
She'd place her money on hung over-all four thousand dollars of it.
"I can't this morning," he replied, clearing his throat as if trying to make a point, which wasn't clear enough for his business partner.
"I know how you…" His voice trailed off, lowering to a whisper, and Elizabeth imagined that someone had passed them in the hall. "But damn, Jason, this is for business."
"I, uh, I have guest," he replied, shifting uncomfortably between the door and frame, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Really?" Johnny asked in disbelief, "So, I take it the taming of the shrew didn't go so well?"
"Is someone like you allowed to use Shakespeare puns?" Jason answered with a question, and she couldn't help but laugh, taking no offense to being called a shrew.
"Well, who is she?…Was it the blonde from the bar…You know who looks like she has implants, but says they are-"
"No," he cut in curtly, his back tensing in annoyance.
"Or the brunette with the sparkly dress that hung around you at the craps table?…No, she was far too stupid for you…What about the one with the big, brown eyes and…"
Somehow she managed to ignore what appeared to be a never ending list of women who had hit on Jason the night before. Was Elizabeth the only one there who hadn't realized he was Jason Morgan?
"I have to go," she heard Jason urge, moving to shut the door, but his friend wasn't having it.
"Just one peek, Jason," he begged, smacking his hand against the door. "I didn't get any last night…She won't even know I was-"
"Get the fuck out of here," he said firmly, and she imagined he was rolling his eyes at Johnny.
She laughed to herself when suddenly the door shoved open enough for Johnny to see her sitting propped up against the headboard. And she couldn't help but enjoy that Johnny seemed surprised to find her there.
Lifting a hand, she wiggled her fingers at him. "Good morning, Johnny," she called out, only half embarrassed to be caught in Jason's bed.
"No fucking way," he said in disbelief, face breaking into a grin, as he smacked Jason on the arm. "You, my friend, are the fucking master."
"We will talk later," he murmured, shaking his head. "And send some breakfast over."
"You have to teach me how you do it, Casanova," Johnny replied, leaning against the door as Jason attempted to close it. "I need women to fall to their knees and-" His voice hushing when it was cut off by the slamming of the door.
He turned to her, back against the door, giving her an apologetic look. "He's uh, a little…Well, you saw him in full force last night," he said, folding his arms across his chest, as if waiting for her to respond.
She tipped her head to the side, moving to sit on her knees, the sheet tightly wrapped beneath her arms. "It's okay," she replied with a shrug. "I didn't exactly fall to my knees…" She gave him a wry smile, felt the color rushing to her cheeks. "At least not right away."
Raising his eyebrows, he strode towards her, arms still over his chest. "You know, I think he was genuinely shocked to find you here," he said, moving across the bed on his knees.
"Really?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "You mean, not every woman you accost in such a manner hops right into bed with you?"
He settled in front of her, ignoring her comment about other women. "Johnny didn't believe I had a chance with you," he murmured, letting out a curious sigh. "And to be honest, I didn't either."
"Oh," she replied, lips remaining wrapped around the word after it left her mouth.
Something about Jason Morgan's right hand man telling him that he didn't have a chance with a woman interested her.
Hell, it almost made her feel special.
"I suppose there was something about him that I found endearing."
She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders, shoving him back against the bed. He fell easily, pulling her against him. Settling above him, she rested her chin on his chest, eyes dazzling with curiosity.
"So, was that like a bet too?" she teased, smoothing her hands over his tight shoulders. "You know a game of can you tame the shrew or not?"
"You are far from a shrew…And I think I've done enough gambling to last me a while," he replied, tucking her hair behind her ears, fingers tangling in the ends.
Biting her lip, she sighed, her question from the night before hanging over her head. "How much?" she asked softly, staring down at his chest.
"Elizabeth," he said, his palm cupping her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "I told you it doesn't matter."
"It matters," she replied, doing her best not to scowl.
She couldn't explain why it did, or hell, maybe it didn't. It was something that she felt like she needed to know. After all the time she'd spent with Lucky, trying to be the best possible girlfriend, molding herself into someone he wanted-She deserved to know how little he was willing to sell her out for.
"A million dollars," he said, chuckling before the words left his mouth.
"Lower," she replied, narrowing her eyes at him. "No man would pay that much for a night-"
"I wasn't paying for anything," he cut in firmly, his thumb grazing over her cheek.
"You paid him for something," she said pointedly, narrowing her eyes at him.
"There is no amount too little or too high to get a woman like you away from a man like that," he replied, tugging her face towards his to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "It wasn't about sex or the drink or wanting you…You could have walked out of this room last night, and I would have been satisfied knowing that you were going anywhere, except back to him."
Elizabeth couldn't help but think that Jason's answer had been worth whatever amount had been wagered. And had he really done it just to get her away from Lucky, well, she imagined she should be thanking him.
"And instead?" she asked, her lips just inches away from his.
"Instead?" he repeated, stretching to kiss her again, clearly pondering his answer. "Well, it's safe to say, I came off satisfied in other ways."
She shook her head, dropping her face against his shoulder, skin flushing yet again. He just seemed to have that effect on her.
Tilting her head back to look at him, she ran her palms over his chest, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Please tell me you have a deck of cards somewhere in this room," she whispered, moving so that her legs were on either side of him.
He gave her a curious look, hands skimming up and down her thighs. "Why?"
"Oh, I figured one last wager wouldn't hurt," she replied coyly, raising her eyebrows at him, as she moved to plant her hands on either side of his head. "One last game of blackjack-no counting involved this time."
"Fair and square?" he asked, cerulean eyes staring up at her, clearly enjoying whatever new game she was about begin.
"Fair and square," she replied huskily, dropping her mouth to his, placing a short and searing kiss against his mouth.
"The stakes?" he asked, hands pulling the sheet away from her body, pleased when she didn't shy away from his roaming eyes.
"If you win," she murmured slowly, lips brushing over his neck, tongue lapping at the bruises left during their prior lovemaking. "If you win…You can take me out to dinner tonight."
"And if I lose?" he growled, her hips pressing against his as she moved to sit up.
"Oh, that would just be terrible," she said, clucking her tongue, winking at him playfully.
"Really?" he asked, his hands tightening around her thighs.
"Oh yes," she replied, running her hands across his chest. "If I win, I guess we'll just have to order in."
Chuckling, he moved his hands from her thighs, wrapping them around her wrists. He flipped her gracefully, so that she was tucked beneath his body, his hands linking with hers as he held himself above her.
"I suppose those are extremely fair wagers," he murmured, lips curved into a devious grin. "Though I have to point out that there really is no loss for either one of us."
She shook her head. "If you win, we have to get to get dressed and dolled up…Probably run into someone we know and have to answer questions about why we're out together," she replied seriously. "But if I win, we can just stay right here, eat in bed, never have to move-Well, you'll have to get up to answer the door-"
"I will, huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe we can take turns," she replied, with a wide eyed grin. "That is assuming that you wanted to see me again…Otherwise, this whole ordeal is-"
"Oh, no," he interrupted, dropping his face so that it was next to hers, lips brushing against her cheek. "I wanted to see you again…And I will." He nuzzled against her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver throughout her body. "Cause the way I see it, this is far from over."
"Well," she said, biting her lip as she stared up at him, "then I guess it's time to see how the cards play out."
The End