“Well, we came screeching up to your house only to have Aunt Wendy tell us that you had left with your
mom five minutes before we got there because you didn't want to be late.
“So, in answer to your question...yeah. I guess the thought of you getting to prom on time did cross my mind.”
Katie couldn’t quite wrap her head around what he was saying. The story he was telling her didn’t sound much like the Jason that she knew. It sounded more like something that Nick would have done for her. It was all very confusing and hard to believe.
Not to mention the fact that there was no way she could hold together a cohesive train of thought with Jason’s hand sitting on her thigh. Still, even with that hormonal distraction, she knew that there was one thing that wasn’t adding up, and that needed clarification.
“How did you know that my dress was chiffon? I didn’t tell anyone what my dress looked like except my mom and Aunt Wendy. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
He didn’t even blink, much less hesitate. “I was at Richards’s getting fitted for my tux and I heard your laugh coming from Mona’s. I looked around the divider and I saw you standing on the pedestal in the middle of the room, swishing back and forth in your strapless royal blue, floor-length prom dress. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life.”
Katie was starting to feel light headed. He had an answer for everything, but things still just weren't adding up!
“But when we had the ‘switch partners, ladies choice dance’ and Krissy chose Nick, leaving me to dance with you, you were clearly pissed off to be stuck with me. I remember it perfectly because you seemed so upset about dancing with me that I tried to make you smile by telling you that you looked nice. Then I asked if you thought I looked okay, and you practically yawned as you said, ‘You look as good as you can look.’
“Then when I hit you on the arm you said ‘Hey, don’t ask a question if you don’t want the answer.’ That is a far cry from,” Katie now adopted the air quotes technique that Jason had used earlier, “the 'most beautiful sight you had ever seen' like you claim.”
Jason shook his head, looking slightly past her as if lost in the memory. She had rarely seen him look so pained. He seemed really sad.
“What was I supposed to do, Katie? Admit that I put Krissy up to asking Nick to dance just so I could have an excuse to have one dance with you? Tell you that you were by far the most gorgeous girl at that prom, or any other for that matter? If you remember correctly, you were dating my best friend, and you had been for six years. My hands were kind of tied.”
As Jason gave this impassioned speech, he gently squeezed his hand where it rested on her leg and then proceeded to start rubbing his hand up and down on her thigh as he continued. “God, it drove me crazy seeing you and not being able to touch you, or kiss you, or even just tell you how beautiful you were.”
Katie felt heat begin to radiate from her core as Jason’s large hands ran up and down her thigh, each time getting a little closer to her center. She knew that she should push him away, make him stop...but why did this have to feel so good? And how could she bring herself to pull away from him after the things that he had just told her?
Her head was spinning. She was confused, yet also thoroughly enjoying the thrilling pleasure racing through her body. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
Oh good LORD, if she was going to have a panic attack, she just wanted to get it over with already. Screw the mantra!
“Jason,” Katie said. She had been aiming for a warning tone, but it came out more like a moan.
“What?” He replied, sounding as innocent as a newborn lamb.
But when she looked over at him she saw the look of intensity in his eye. He was nowhere near innocent and certainly not going to stop because of a warning tone, particularly one as weakly delivered as what she had managed.
This simply had to stop. She moved in her seat, fully intending to shove his hand away, pick up her purse and get out of the truck. That’s what she
planned
to do, anyway. But as she reached down to push his hand off of her thigh, he used her shift in position to slip his hand up further up her thigh, not stopping until it was snuggly resting between her legs. The side of his index finger was pressed against her center, and he began gently rubbing his thumb lightly back and forth over the area above her core.
Katie froze, uncertain about what to do next, as Jason began pressing his fingers against her, massaging her intimately. She felt the most overwhelming sensations starting to wash over her. She closed her eyes and laid her head back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t rationalize what was happening. She could only feel.
As Jason's sensual massage moved to the apex of pleasure between her legs, an intense pressure began to build within her belly, waves of extreme pleasure radiating out like shockwaves from the epicenter of an earthquake.
She had a vague realization about how inappropriate this behavior was but she felt nearly powerless to act on it. She wrenched her eyes open to turn away from Jason, and made one last valiant effort to move his hand away from her body, but to no avail. Her muscles were weak with arousal, and her half-hearted efforts at pushing his hand away amounted to little more than a light brush against his forearm. When she exerted every ounce of her remaining will to wrench her head to the side, hoping to free herself from his magnetic power she ended up looking directly into those oh-so-amazing eyes, he used his free hand to cup her jaw, pulling her face toward him and capturing her mouth with his in a blisteringly hot kiss.
She felt herself gasp at the assault on her senses. Her head was spinning, and her blood was racing. She couldn't make sense of any of this, and she was almost beyond even wanting to. The longer the encounter went on and the more her body was overtaken by sensation, the stronger her desire came to just surrender to the power of Jason's hands, Jason's lips...to just surrender to Jason altogether.
As soon as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, an explosion of passion unlike any she had ever felt was released through her entire body. His tongue was searching her mouth, probing, sweeping back and forth insistently. She found herself matching his intensity jab for jab and parry for parry.
He wasn’t just kissing her. He was devouring her. His hand had found exactly the right spot between her legs and he was expertly manipulating her flesh. He didn’t let the fact that she was wearing jeans slow him down. In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken, he was somehow using it to his advantage.
His fingers started moving faster, applying ever-increasing pressure, and she felt the waves of pleasure rolling inside of her increase to Category 5 Storm levels.
That little voice in the back of her head, the one that always wanted to follow the rules and made her a pretty damn spectacular lawyer, kept telling her that she should stop...but, oh God, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She wanted nothing more than for him to keep touching her, keep kissing her, keep making her feel more alive than she had felt in so, so long.
She heard sounds coming from the back of her throat that she didn’t even recognize. Her heart felt like it was beating to the rhythm of his fingers. Her entire body felt infused with spine-tingling bliss.
Just when she was thinking that this couldn’t possibly get any better, that she was at the outer edge of pleasurable oblivion, Jason pulled his mouth from hers and began kissing his way down her neck. He licked, trailing his tongue down her burning skin, and stopped several times to suckle the sensitive little niches on her throat. This sent jolts of electricity directly down to the exact place his fingers were working their magic, and to her shock and amazement, she found that she had not reached the outer edges of the pleasure landscape that was possible for her. No, Jason was taking her even further into unexplored territories of bliss. He kissed a trail back up her neck, alternating sucking and licking the whole way, stopping at her jawline.
“Jason,” Katie heard herself say with (if she wasn’t mistaken) a hint of pleading in her voice. She felt as if she were spinning without an anchor, as if she were going to be set adrift in this sea of pleasure. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders so that she would have something to hold on to.
“Say that again,” he growled against her ear.
The sound of his voice vibrating in her ear almost pushed her over the peak.
“Jason,” she said again, and this time she was definitely pleading, more than just a hint of desperation coloring her voice.
“Damn, Katie. I love how you say my name. Now, come for me baby,” Jason commanded seductively as he lightly bit down on the sensitive area right below her ear.
That was all it took. Katie went up and over the edge, a cry tearing from her throat. She dug her nails into Jason’s shoulders and gasped as every part of her body was flooded with mind numbing pleasure. She held onto him tightly as her body shook, burying her face in his neck as she climaxed. He held her tightly against him as she rode out her orgasm – the single most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
As the dense sexual fog that had taken up residence in her brain began to slowly dissipate, the painful awareness of what she had just done began to seep into the edges of her consciousness, piece by tiny piece.
She was clinging to Jason for dear life and had her head buried in the crook of his neck, resting her face on his shoulder. He had moved his hand so it was now resting again on her upper thigh. She could feel his chest moving in and out against her body, his labored breathing the only sound in the cab of the truck.
Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Katie abruptly pulled away from Jason and covered her hands with her face. She couldn’t face him. She was mortified.
From the relative safety of hiding behind her fingers, she managed to blurt out, “OH MY GOD, what did I just do? How could I… what was I thinking… how could this…this is not really happening… I don’t do things like this!”
Katie, trying with all her might to make sense of all of what was going on, let her thoughts flow out loud with hardly any filter as she hid her face and shook her head back and forth.
She heard Jason's voice, sounding irritatingly amused, as he said, “FYI, I can still see you. Covering your face does not make you invisible, Kit Kat.”
She kept her hands in place, but managed to retort, “I realize that you can see me, Jason. I am not delusional. A slut maybe, but not delusional.”
She forced a bark of laughter after the last statement, trying to make herself believe that she only meant it as a lighthearted joke. Then, just to make herself feel better, she added petulantly, “And don't call me Kit Kat.”
“Take your hands off your face,” Jason commanded in a surprisingly authoritative tone.
“I can’t,” Katie wailed, “just hand me my purse and I’ll go. Please Jason!”
Katie took just one hand off her face, still keeping her eyes tightly shut, and stuck out her hand to retrieve her purse.
Rather than placing her pocketbook in her outstretched hand, Jason took her hand in his and repeated his directive, “Katie, please, open your eyes and look at me.”
“I can’t! Would you PLEASE just hand me my purse and let me go?” She begged as she tried to feel for the door handle, still refusing to open her eyes. Had anyone actually died from mortification? No? Well, there was a first time for everything.
“Kit Kat it’s just me. Come on now. Just turn around and open your eyes,” Jason's voice was calm and in control, almost as if he were trying to sooth an unruly child.
So, yeah. Maybe she was acting like a bratty kid. So what? Bratty kid was still better than brazen slut.
She couldn’t look at him. SHE JUST COULDN'T!
Katie sat there, unmoving, facing the window with her back towards him and her hand reaching back so she could retrieve her purse. When she was met with only silence, she waved her hand back and forth insistently to illustrate how serious she was.
“Fine Kit Kat, go ahead, run away,” Jason muttered as Katie felt her purse being pushed into her hand. He then added pointedly under his breath, “I guess some things never change.”
Katie spun around without thinking, eyes narrow and blazing, and spat out indignantly, “Oh give me a break! This is not the same thing; I have to go to the bridal luncheon. I don’t have time to deal with this right now. If you honestly can't see the difference between those two situations...”
“See? I knew you could be a big girl,” Jason cut off her rant, and Katie noticed for the first time that he had a very satisfied grin on his face.
With a grimace, she realized she'd been had.
“Fine. Play your little childish game. You're just mister calm and collected, teasing me with ‘see I knew you could be a big girl’ and then sitting back to enjoy the show,” Katie mimicked him making her voice as deep as she could, “You enjoy this, me all flushed and flustered and you completely unaffected.” Katie got more and more annoyed the longer her speech went on, and the more and more she attempted (unsuccessfully) to pry open the passenger side door handle.
She felt her hand being grabbed and, before she could pull it back, her palm landed on something hard and thick. Instinctively, she wrapped her fingers around it at the same time her eyes darted down to see the evidence that - in fact - Jason was VERY much affected by what had just occurred. His jeans were so tight it looked as though he was going to burst out of them.