Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Conquering Jazz(Sultry Nights, Book 1). Enjoy.
She inhaled sharply. His eyes followed the movement of her agitated breathing. He looked at her, a fine sheen of sweat coating his face. Jasmine followed the trickle of sweat traveling down his face as it disappeared below his shirt. Her palms dampened as her breathing accelerated.
“I want you hot,” she said.
“How hot do you want it?” Reese growled.
“Steaming…a raging inferno.”
“I can do that. But are you sure you can handle it?” The arrogance was even more obvious in his tone.
Jasmine looked at him with a challenge in her eyes. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself.” She looked deeply into his eyes. They were familiar, but she felt as if she was seeing him for the first time.
“You should worry, Jasmine. I’m going to burn you up.”
“I don’t want to lose you as my friend,” she said, trying to slow things down. “If we do this, I feel that I will.”
He muttered under his breath. “What?” she asked.
“Not ‘if’, but ‘when’, Jasmine. ‘When’ we do this,” he repeated.
“Okay. ‘When’ we do this, it’s only between us, in this room, together. I don’t want any misunderstandings. My brothers aren’t to know. No one is to know. It’s between you and me. And after this is done I don’t want to lose your friendship.”
Reese contemplated what she asked. He couldn’t believe, after the long wait, she was finally going to be his. He couldn’t tell her the truth; she wasn’t ready for it. He couldn’t think, with the scent of her arousal filling him. He wanted to devour her, and would agree to anything to have her.
Reese chose the safest answer his desire-fuddled brain could come up with. “You won’t lose me, Jasmine.”
She interrupted him. “I feel like I already am. Why aren’t you calling me Jazz?”
He let his hungry gaze roam, taking in her smooth mocha complexion, chocolate brown eyes, high sculptured cheeks, and luscious mouth, which was begging for him to taste it. Reese resisted reaching over and biting her lush lips.
His gaze lowered, then his mouth watered as he took in her bountiful breasts rising below her snug T-shirt. His eyes traced down her jean-clad, lush hips to the groove between her legs. Reese wet his dry lips, looking at her long legs, imagining how they would wrap around him as he drove deep within her hot, wet canal.
Finally, he raised his gaze to lock with hers. “Because I’m going to be deep inside you while you beg and scream my name for mercy. I see you as Jasmine, a sexy woman, not just Jazz, my friend. Our being friends won’t change. I’ll call you Jazz outside, but in here, every time we’re together, you’re Jasmine, the woman I want, the one whose nails I want to sink deep into my back as I take you every way and any way we can think of.”
“Every time? There will only be this once.”
“No. Once won’t be enough. Hell, even ten times may not be enough. I want you for as long as it takes for both of us to be satisfied. If you only want this one time, then forget it. We can try and pretend this didn’t happen. But if you’re ready for fulfillment of anything and everything you or I can imagine, then tell me yes.”
Stark silence followed. Watching the indecision on her face made a feeling of unease knot his stomach. He hoped she would give him a chance to show her how good it could be between them. He barely heard her whispered answer over the roaring in his ears.
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