Against every doubt I had, Jason was kissing me back. 

His mouth pushed back against mine, a grunt escaping his throat as our fingers untangled. 

My pulse was racing as I felt Jason’s hand on my shoulder, pushing me onto my back as he rose to his hands and knees above me, his mouth never leaving mine. He kissed me roughly, soft lips parting as he swept his tongue inside my mouth, moaning as he tasted me. I could feel the scratch of his stubble, his hands hard as he gripped me and pressed our bodies together, panting against each hungry kiss. 

My head spun, the sound of Jason’s voice heady in my ears as my hands tangled in his shirt. I dragged at the fabric, tugging it out from the waistband of his trousers so my fingers could push underneath it and feel his skin. 

He was all hard muscle, the hair over his stomach and chest surprisingly soft under my touch. My hands slipped to his lower back; though I could feel the raised and dented skin of his scars, I barely noticed. Pulling him down tighter against me, I rolled my hips against his, my stomach churning with desire as I felt he was just as hard and affected by the growing heat of our kiss as I was. 

 He ground his hips down against me in response, knees nudging my legs further apart as he lay on top of me between them. His hands gripped the bottom hem of my shirt, half yanking me up as he broke away and pulled it off me. His mouth went to my throat, kissing and sucking on the tender skin as his hands explored my bare chest and torso. Tenderly, he gripped the soft flesh on my hips, trailing his kisses across my chest and down my stomach. “Fuck… You’re so soft… Dakota,” he groaned; hearing him moan out my name spiked my arousal, Jason losing all semblance of the calm and collected business man he’d been earlier. 

Seeing him come undone like that made me shiver, my fingers lightly tugging through his hair as I coaxed him to look up at me. “Jason,” his name dripped from my lips like honey as my hands dropped to his collar. Pulling him up to kiss me again, I undid the buttons of his shirt, stripping the fabric away from his broad shoulders as the chain and dog tags around his neck rattled with the movement. I could feel his pulse as I pressed against him, racing like mine, and it spurred me on as I trailed my touch down his stomach to his belt. “I want to feel all of you,” I murmured and pulled the buckle open. 

My pulse was still racing as I felt Jason sink to the mattress next to me, collapsing with a content groan. He kicked off his pants, his arm over his head as he lay there, utterly spent. 

I turned onto my side, damp hair clinging to my skin; I was satisfied in a way I couldn’t remember ever feeling, the afterglow warming my chest even as my skin began to cool. Watching Jason’s chest move in even breaths, his exhaustion taking him swiftly, brought a tender smile to my face. 

I wiped my skin clean with my discarded shirt before I shifted slightly closer, basking in his warmth as I allowed my eyes to close. 

As I succumbed to sleep just as quickly, my last thoughts were of Jason…and a happiness I didn’t know I could feel at the end of the world.