Red Hot Reunion - Bella Andre Page 0,1
with her desperate request. “More. Give me more Jason.”
“I would do anything for you,” he said a millisecond before his hot breath covered her pu**y. Holding her breath, she waited for his tongue to press down on her clit. But as the seconds ticked by, and the first pulse of an orgasm sounded within her, Emma couldn’t wait any longer. Bucking her hips as far up as she could, she pressed her cunt into his lips.
She could feel him silently urging her to let go, to make herself come against his lips, his teeth. As if she could do anything else, when her body was already straining to reach the peak. She was so close, and as she pushed against his wet tongue again and again, as he thrust his fingers relentlessly, Emma spiraled into an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which she’d never known.
Her entire body shuddered beneath his delicious onslaught and then he was poised above her, his hazel eyes burning with desire. He ripped open her blouse, taking one taut nipple into his mouth. The thick head of his penis pressed against her open pu**y lips and she arched to take him in.
“Not so fast,” he murmured, taking her lips in a savage kiss, pulling the breath from her lungs as if it were his right. As if he owned her, body and soul.
Which they both knew that he did.
All she wanted was for him to plunge his nine rock-hard inches into her. To screw her hard and long, to make her come again from the inside out.
And this time she was so close, so close…
Emma Cartwright woke up from her wet dream, the sheets soaked and twisted beneath her, her arms above her head, her legs spread. Exactly the way she’d been tied up in her dream.
Disappointment flooded her. She should have known it was just another X-rated version of the ongoing fantasy she’d been powerless to control for the past decade.
Jason Roberts. With her. In bed. Making wild, passionate love to her. Doing all the dirty things she could never admit to wanting in real life, but that she knew would be astonishing and beautiful in his arms.
After so many years of frustration, she only wished for one thing: Why couldn’t they get to the part where he actually slid into her before she woke up? Where he took her and made her his. Completely.
Because then, at least, she would know what it felt like to be a part of Jason. To have him be a part of her.
But Emma knew with utter certainty that suffering without Jason, even in her dreams, was her price to pay. For what she had done to him ten years ago in college. For teasing him with her virginity, never giving in, telling him she loved him, and then choosing to date and marry another man.
Like a zombie, she got out of bed and turned on the shower. Hopefully the ice-cold water would help her erase her unmanageable arousal. A need that she knew damn well could never, ever be assuaged. Because no matter how much she wished her life had turned out differently, Emma had made her choices.
Too bad they’d all been bad ones.
Tonight’s fantasy had been her most potent, most realistic one yet. And she knew why. At sixP .M. she would be coming face-to-face with the two most important men in her life at her ten-year college reunion.
The man she’d loved and left.
And the man she hadn’t loved who had left her.
“Judy, how are you? I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve all gotten together.”
“Hello, Eileen. How’s your son? Thank so much for coming tonight.”
The crush of bodies entering the Stanford University Faculty Club momentarily dwindled away and Emma let out a breath of relief. She had spent all day decorating the large event room with tasteful flowered centerpieces, cardinal red tablecloths, and dozens of “then and now” photo collages. She had been smiling so hard, for so long, that her lips were numb and her cheeks felt like they were going to crack. Trying to focus on what Eileen had been saying about her three-year-old had been nearly
impossible with Steven, her ex-husband, groping his new, extremely young, very beautiful girlfriend not twenty feet away. The ink was barely dry on their divorce paperwork from the county clerk’s office, but Steven had already moved on.
Worse than that, so much worse, was the knowledge that at any minute, Jason Roberts would be walking through the