Under Pressure [IAD Agency] (Siren Publishing Classic)

beautiful, expressive eyes.
    Pain that he had caused. Damn me to hell.
    “Shh, lass. Don’t cry, darlin’. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I dinna mean it. I can’t seem to think around you. Don’t cry. Christ, yer tears are killing me,” he whispered as he kissed the tears from her eyes, licking them gently away from her cheeks before taking her mouth again.
    Mine, his mind cried, as his body pressed closer. He was out of his mind, and she made him that way. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I was just so pissed that you ran from me. Bella, I can’t think straight around you. Forgive me, forgive me.”
    She pushed him back, and he let her.
    She was beautiful, standing there with her eyes burning with anger and hurt. “I can’t believe you said that to me. I’m not like that. I don’t do that. I don’t!”
    Jason believed her and solemnly nodded. “I know. I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have said that.”
    “You called me—”
    “I didn’t.” Jason cut in before she could finish. He didn’t want to hear what she thought he had called her. He couldn’t let her voice that horrible thought. Hell, he would kill anyone else who ever said such a terrible thing about her.
    She was shaking, and he wanted nothing else but to hold her, to comfort her. She shook her head at him as her anger faded, tears once again filling eyes wide with hurt. “I would never cheat. I’m not like that, and I don’t do…what we did. Not normally. I can’t believe you would say that.”
    “I didn’t mean it. I was angry. Hell, I was pissed.” God, what could he say? How the hell could she want him after the way he had started this? Damn it, he had messed up and had to find a way to make it better. Jason wasn’t used to the feelings she brought out in him.
    He gentled his voice. “Why did you leave like that, love?” Dismay flashed through him. “Bloody hell, did I hurt you?”
    His gaze surveyed her body and every inch of her face as if he could somehow see signs of damage. When she didn’t speak, he stroked his strong hands over her face, soothing and caressing. “I’m sorry, love. God, I’m so sorry.”
    Bella reached out hesitantly, and her hand was quickly grasped with his, pulling her close up against him as he lifted it to his chest. She knew instinctively that this man wasn’t one to say sorry easily. Because of that, she couldn’t let him think that he had hurt her.
    “I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I…It was…I was overwhelmed.”
    “But I didn’t hurt you.” Jason held back a sigh of relief when she shook her head. He lowered his voice. “I made you feel good, didn’t I, love?”
    Bella’s felt her nipples harden at the heat in his eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the riot of emotions swirling inside her. “Yes, you did. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have left like that. But…”
    “But?” he encouraged.
    She took another deep breath, “But when you left, after. After you were so cold—”
    He quickly cut her off. “You mattered. You mattered too much.” His heart clenched as the plea in her eyes told him she so desperately wanted to believe that.
    Dammit. His own pride, his stupidity had made her feel insecure. He had made her question what they had together. “Bella, you shook something in me that night. I was overwhelmed, too. I’m sorry that I made you doubt that even for one second. Trust me, love, I will never treat you like that ever again. I promise.”
    The hesitation in her eyes made his chest tighten with an unfamiliar feeling.
    “I’m sorry, love,” he repeated so tenderly more tears formed in her eyes.
    He couldn’t help himself as he felt her small body pressed against him again and brushed soft kisses over her face while whispering his apology over and over again. He kissed the side of her mouth then settled his lips over hers in a soft gentle kiss.
    “I think we’re both in unfamiliar territory here,” Jason murmured against her lips, refusing to break contact.
    Bella tried to agree, but all that came out was a moan as she reached up to kiss him again, unable to help herself. She wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer and sank into the heat of him. He felt so good against her body. She wanted him there, pressed against her, wanted him inside her again. Nothing mattered at this moment but being wrapped in Jason’s strong arms.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” a low voice exclaimed from behind them. Breaking