I rose up on my toes, too short to reach Jasper’s mouth. But it didn’t matter. He slammed his lips on mine, stealing my breath.
Our tongues dueled. Our teeth clashed. It was a kiss between two people who hadn’t memorized each other’s mouths yet but were cramming in every detail, like there’d be a test tomorrow and we were hellbent on a crash course.
My fingers dipped into the valleys of his washboard abs before skimming over their peaks.
Jasper seemed intent on touching every inch of my torso. His touch was like a torch, leaving sparks in its wake as he unclasped my bra and ripped it free from my arms.
The heat from his chest only made my nipples harder. His arousal dug into my hip, sending a shiver down my spine.
Jasper tore his mouth away, his panting breath mingling with my own. His eyes were so dark they were nearly black. A muscle feathered in his jaw. The corded lines of his neck strained.
What was he doing? “Why are you stopping?”
His nostrils flared. “Eloise—”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, taking a step away, instantly missing the heat from his large body. Then I flicked open the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down before pushing them off my legs, shimmying them to the floor along with my panties.
His hands balled into fists. The cut muscles in his arms flexed. His cock bulged behind his jeans, long and thick, swelling against his thigh.
My mouth went dry. Jasper was big. I’d been sore after Saturday night, and hiding it from Lyla as we’d traveled home had only made the trip more miserable.
Was this really a good idea?
I shoved that thought away. Maybe it was reckless, but right now, I needed him inside me more than I cared.
“Jasper.” I took another step away, silently pleading with him to follow.
My heart climbed into my throat as we stared at each other.
His indecision was as potent as the desire swimming in my veins.
I craved him. Only one night, and Jasper Vale had become an addiction.
But he stood unmoving, his chest barely rising as he breathed. The only signs of life were those dark eyes dragging over every inch of my naked body.
I fought the urge to cover myself. To reach for my clothes puddled on the floor. This was the boldest I’d ever been. My nerves bubbled to the surface and spewed from my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded for the second time, the desperation unmistakable. “Please. I don’t ever act like this. With men. My sex life is dull. The guys I’ve dated have been underwhelming, to say the least.”
An orgasm had been nearly as rare as a phone call the next day—by me, not them. Most of my past lovers hadn’t earned a second chance.
“Then Saturday . . . I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Maybe this was something Jasper could walk away from. Maybe the sex had been just okay. A man with that body, that talented tongue, probably always had it good.
What if I was lackluster? Oh, no. It hadn’t been that good for him, had it? Why hadn’t that occurred to me before I’d taken my clothes off?
“You know what? Never mind. This was a bad idea. We have enough complications. You should go, and I’m going to shut up.”
Then die of embarrassment, naked in my living room.
My hands lifted, about to cover my mound. Except at that exact moment, Jasper surged.
A long stride and the space between us vanished. His lips sealed over mine, and I moaned, the relief a tidal wave that crashed into my bones. Was this pity? Did I care?
No. Not as his tongue slid against mine.
My fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until I managed to flip it free. The zipper strained to be unlocked. My hand dove into his boxers. I was desperate to feel him in my hand, to stroke that steel.
Except Jasper tore away before I could grip him, batting my hand away as he toed off his boots and wrenched his jeans free from those bulky thighs. His black boxer briefs came with the pants.
My heart skipped at the sight of him, his cock hard and heavy between us. A pearl drop glistened at the head.
Sinew and sin.
I could stare at this naked man for days and not get enough.
Jasper reached for me, taking me by the elbow to spin me around, his chest hot granite against my back. Then he pushed me toward the back of my couch, the leather cold against my belly as he bent over me.
His breath was hot against my skin as he spoke into my ear. His cock fit into the crack of my ass, his palm skating over my cheek. “The next time you talk about any other man inside this body, I’ll spank your ass so red you won’t sit for a week.”
My breath hitched. My pussy clenched. Why did I want that?
Jasper reached around my hip, his fingertips featherlight as they traced the inside of my thigh.
My entire body trembled as he moved higher, inch by torturous inch, until finally they dipped into my drenched slit.
“This body.” He nipped at the base of my neck as his finger slipped inside. “You think I didn’t like fucking you, Eloise?”
Whether it was his skilled finger or the way he growled my name, I wasn’t sure, but my toes curled into the carpet.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy.” His finger eased out, shifting to my clit. “What have you done to me?”
A mewl escaped my throat as he flicked my swollen bundle of nerves. “Jasper. More.”
“You want my cock, angel?”
“Yes.” I pressed against him, tilting my hips.
His finger circled my clit again, driving me wild. Then he lined up at my entrance and, in a single thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as I adjusted to his size, savoring that stretch as my body molded around his.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His arms wrapped around my chest, trapping me in place. His hips drove him even deeper and the world faded away.
He eased out slowly, then slammed inside again. His arms loosened and he stood tall. When I shifted, trying to straighten too, his palm splayed across my spine, between my shoulders, holding me against the couch.
So I extended my arms, bracing against the back of the couch as I rose up on my toes, pushing against him. My head was already spinning, floating to the stars.
Jasper’s hands gripped me by the hips, his touch bruising.
Tomorrow, I’d have little indents, blue and black, just like I had on Sunday morning. Those marks had faded too fast, and I wanted them back.
He rocked us together, over and over, the sound of slapping skin filling the quiet house.
“Oh God, Jasper. That feels so good.”
A low groan came from his chest, the sound shooting straight to my core. The piston of his hips was perfect and each time he thrust forward, he hit that spot inside that made me shake.
The palm he had on my spine slid down my back, circling the dimples above my ass before trailing around my hip. The caress was so soft compared to the power behind his thrusts. I felt him everywhere, each cell in my body at his mercy.
He tickled my ribs.
It earned a half-laugh, half-cry. Jasper knew exactly where I needed those fingers but he was toying with me.
“Jasper,” I panted, letting go of the couch to snag his hand, bringing it between my legs.
“You want to come?”
“Yes.” My voice was a breathy plea. “Touch me.”
“Touch yourself.” He ripped his hand free of my grip, bringing it to a breast. He rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb, then he plucked. Hard.