Chapter 98: Chapter 98

Claire's POV

The luxurious house had a contemporary look yet was warm and inviting as much I could see from the lights that illuminated the whole place. Maybe it had something to do with it being Jason's home. I could go anywhere with him! Jason parked the car in his garage along with his other cars and led me through the grand front door inside the house. I gasped at the sheer beauty of the place. There was an impressive staircase straight opposite the grand foyer that took my breath away. The large floor-to-ceiling bay windows were kept shut, the dark night sky was all that could be seen through the glass. In fact, it was grander than my parent's house back in New York!

"Welcome home," Jason whispered into my ear as he suddenly picked me up bridal style and started towards the staircase.

"I can walk, what are you doing?" I whispered, looking around to check if there was anyone around.

"There's no one here. Only you and me. Everyone's on leave," he said as I stared at him dumbfounded.

He chuckled and carried me upstairs as if I didn't weigh anything at all. I gasped seeing where he had headed with me. To the huge master bedroom suite which was decorated in ivory white and chestnut brown.

"Why am I here Jason?" I asked looking around.

"Because I want to make love to you," he said as I looked at him, jaw dropped, eyes wide with shock. Oh God, what do I do? Although I liked him immensely, I wasn't ready for this at all! I had never had se* before and I was scared that I would get hurt and end up being pregnant. Dad would be so disappointed in me.

"Please, Jason. I don't want any physical intimacy. I detest casual se*," I squeaked but instead of getting annoyed with me, he chuckled. He put me down on the bed and I closed my eyes shut, not wanting to see what he would do to me.

When nothing happened for five minutes, I peeped through my fingers to find a shirtless Jason, wearing only his boxers, standing and staring at me, his six-pack abs and rippling muscles were all I could see. Why did he have to shed his clothes? I closed my eyes again, blushing furiously. He chuckled and climbed on the bed, hovering over me, supporting his weight on his elbows.

"Open your eyes, Claire," he said, biting my earlobe gently sending a tremor down my body.

"Please, I can't do this," I continued, panicked by now.

"I just need a kiss, that's all. Won't you give me a kiss?" he whispered, his voice husky yet comforting. It relaxed me a lot and I nodded, giving him permission to carry on. He released a staggering breath of relief and his mouth trailed down my jawline to my throat, licking and kissing me all the way. My hands went around his neck, caressing his soft hair as he groaned with pleasure.

His hot mouth captured mine, in a hungry, passionate kiss, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth. I kissed him back with equal fervor, as he held me tightly in his arms. I felt a peculiar sense of belonging, a feeling of being where I belonged, of being protected and cared for. I couldn't understand these feelings, but I didn't want to leave the warmth of his body, loving the feeling of being in his arms.

His mouth left mine to trail kisses down my throat to my neckline. His hands found the zipper of my dress and he unfastened it in one go as I gasped. He pulled the dress down and threw it somewhere, as his eyes feasted on my body clad only in my lacy lavender lingerie. His harsh intake of breath, as he stared at me, made me beet red with embarrassment. I tried to cover myself, but he didn't let me.

"Please let me see you. I've imagined you in my dreams every night but you're much more beautiful in person," he whispered huskily while his arms tightened around me, crushing me to his hard bare torso.

"You belong to me, only me," he whispered but I heard him distinctly.

True to his promise, he cuddled me to his warm body. "Good night, Claire," he said softly. I hugged his torso, burying my face in his chest.

I knew then that I would have difficulty sleeping alone after this. I wanted to sleep this way every night with Jason, my crush, or was it, love?

I woke up in the morning cozy in Jason's arms, opening my eyes to find him still sleeping. I gazed at the way his thick and long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his tousled hair fell over his forehead, and his small stubble gave him a different and sexy look, apart from the one that I was used to seeing. I tried to get up, but his hand was clamped around my waist. I tried to extricate myself without waking him up, but he couldn't.

After struggling for some time I was free to go to the bathroom. Quickly showering, I wrapped myself with a towel and quietly opened the door. I barely glanced at the bed and dashed towards my overnighter to take out my clothes.

I gasped when I was suddenly pulled into a bare chest, "Why didn't you wake me? We could have showered together?" he said but I gasped with shock, my face flushed seeing him clad only in a pair of boxers. Last night was different but now in broad daylight, he looked totally drool-worthy. I was sure that I was in love with him already!

"Can you leave for a minute? I need to get dressed," I said shyly avoiding looking at him.

"No, you're mine, I'm not going anywhere," he said stubbornly.

I tried to escape from his hold, but he held tightly, his eyes dark with desire. "I will be seeing you anyway. So why not now?" he asked hoarsely, taking my towel off in slow motion, his eyes holding my gaze. I was incapable of stopping him. It seemed as if my body wanted him to see me. He picked me up in his arms, checking me out shamelessly with his hot penetrating eyes.

I trembled at his slow appraisal of me, as he laid me down and followed me to the bed, kissing my lips with a passion that had me clinging to him. His roving hand touched my brea*ts as I arched into his palm, wanting him to touch the whole of me. His sharp intake of breath was all I heard before I was plunged into a sensation of acute arousal, my core throbbed as his hungry mouth covered my taut peaks one by one while his other hand stroked the other.

I moaned his name, touching his body, caressing him. His mouth trailed down my abdomen, licking all the way down to my inner thighs and back up, settling on my core as I writhed in excitement. I couldn't help but grab onto the bedsheet, for support as his hungry mouth plunged inside me, kissing, sucking, devouring me passionately. I moaned loudly, holding onto his head, unable to contain myself anymore till I felt a tremendous amount of heat building up inside me that soon erupted out in an earth-shattering release. He licked me clean, and laid his head on my chest, holding me tightly in his arms.

"I've wanted to do this every day for the last six years. Stay here with me, love. Let me make love to you," he said as I stroked his damp hair.

"I can't Jason. Dad will kill me," I told him but he buried his face further into my chest, holding my waist tightly as if he didn't wish to let me go.

"I can't sleep without you after this," he mumbled truthfully. Even me Jason.

"Get ready, let's go out for breakfast, then we'll take a stroll down the beach," he said, pecking my lips and leaving me to go to the washroom. I couldn't stop the happy smile that was permanently etched on my face as I got dressed.

I wore a baby pink sundress that Jason had bought for me and we went to the beach cafe with a panoramic ocean view. I selected a tuna salad sandwich and scrambled eggs with coffee while Jason had roasted beef melt and hash browns with his coffee.

Aunt Emily would be worried about me," I stated as we were supposed to return home today and we still didn't.

"No, she won't. She knows. I called her and asked her to expect us by evening," he said as I took in the information. So he had planned to spend the whole Sunday with me.