Welcome to the Cassadines: Book II of Kismet

Chapter Nineteen

*Unfinished Business*

She tasted sweet as honey. His tongue raked across hers, drawing her into his mouth.

Hunger rippled through Jason as a moan passed from Keesha's lips and slipped inside him. His hand at her waist moved lower and curved against her backside. His arousal throbbed within the confines of his jeans. She moved against him. Her thigh stroked the bulging ache.

Instinctively, he knew it would be like this between them. Robin kept him away from her for a reason. She must have known, too.

Keesha's hand slipped under his t-shirt. Her palms skimmed his back. Her fingers dug into his rigid flesh. She was becoming a wildcat and they hadn't moved beyond kissing! She'd become an inferno when he moved inside her. Jason couldn't wait to experience it.

He lifted her from the floor. Her legs closed around his waist. With their lips still clung together in an explosive kiss, Jason headed toward the massive, king size bed. Unceremoniously, he dropped her onto the bed and crawled on top of her. He found their bodies a perfect fit. Now, for another taste of her lips...

He buried his face against her throat. His teeth nibbled. His tongue licked. His mouth suckled. A hand went to her breast. Ripe and full, it filled his hand. Caressing and squeezing, he felt her tremble beneath him. His thumb grazed the hardened peak. Maybe he'd get a taste of that instead.

"Jason—"

"This should have happened a long time ago." His fingers swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped inside. He traced the outline of her bra before pushing the lacy material aside. His mouth took possession of her.

"No!" Her fingers grabbed his hair and pulled.

His tongue licked the underside of her breast. He turned a deaf ear to her protest.

She pulled his hair. Much harder this time. A knee drove into his midsection. The next instant, she rolled off the bed and was righting her clothing.

Holding his stomach, he stumbled after her. "Keesha." His hand closed over her shoulder.

She flinched. "Don't touch me!"

"That wasn't rape! You want me. Don't deny it."

She whirled around faster than he could draw breath. Her palm cracked against the side of his face with blinding speed and painful accuracy. Unshed tears watered her eyes. "I told you no. No means stop!"

"I know what it means," he said through gritted teeth. "You didn't mean it."

"Who are you to tell me what I don't mean?" She drew in ragged breaths. "You don't know me! You don't know anything!"

"I know you want me. I know you responded to my kiss. And I know that you're afraid to admit it."

"No," she said, brown eyes flashing.

"Yes."

Her mouth opened to say more words of denial. More lies. A ringing telephone interrupted them. She strode across the room and snatched her purse from the floor. After digging inside it, she pulled out her cell phone.

"Ward here," she said, somewhat breathlessly. A beat passed and she added, "No, I'm fine. Where are you?"

Jason listened to her half of the conversation, but it was her body language that spoke the loudest to him. She was ashamed of what happened or almost happened. The sound of her lover's voice reminded her that she came close to betraying him. Jason didn't give a damn how Stefan Cassadine would feel to know that Keesha was with him. That she allowed him—Jason—to hold her and kiss her and arouse her. The only thing that concerned him was that he and Keesha still had unfinished business between them.