揘o. No.?Without looking, she set her glass of wine down on the island behind him, before crossing her wrists behind his neck, elevating onto her toes. 揑 can抰 believe I haven抰 apologized yet. Maybe I was hoping you抎 forgotten.?
揊orgotten??Jasper reversed their positions in the space of a second, pushing her backside up against the island. Using the hair around his fingers for leverage to tug her head back. It allowed him to look down at her, because, yeah, she liked that. Liked when the dominant part of him came out to play. 揧ou think I抣l ever forget the way you lifted your ass at the end and tightened your pussy muscles??He growled deep in his throat. 揂 man doesn抰 forget coming so hard he forgets his own name. A man doesn抰 forget a woman like you gasping when she sees his cock.?
揇id I??she whispered. 揇on抰 answer that. I know I did.?
Jasper expected Rita to rip his shirt off or climb his hips. Something. Her expression spoke of all sorts of filthy intentions. So when she slipped out from beneath his pressing body and paced toward the rear of the house, Jasper saw his own puzzled features reflected back in the glass door. 揜ita??
She unlocked the sliding glass door leading out back. 揟here抯 enough moonlight to show me around outside.?Why did she look flustered all of a sudden? 揝how me your favorite spot in the backyard.?
He followed Rita out the door, but needed a few moments to start breathing again upon spotting her beneath his pi駉n tree. In comparison to the giant white moon she looked so small梩he opposite of his heart抯 reaction, which sounded like the bass from an industrial stereo system crashing against the walls of his chest cavity. She stood with one hand on the swing, which had hung from the tree since he抎 bought the place. He抎 never used it. Never even considered it, really. But there wasn抰 a doubt in his mind it would never look the same now that she抎 touched it.
Distracted by the tension in her shoulders, Jasper joined her at the swing, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder. 揥hy did you run away from me like that??His mouth traveled up to her ear, tasting, breathing. 揕ord, I抦 in a fucking state over you. Pushing me away when I need you this bad is cruel.?
揟hat抯 just it,?Rita shuddered out. 揑 don抰 want you to think I came here just so you抣l take me to bed. Not after today.?
Lord above, he was going to be a medical phenomenon by morning. The first man to die from his heart tearing straight out of his chest. 揜ita, I know棓
揘o, you don抰。？Rita actually stomped her foot. 揧ou don抰 know how much I like spending time with you. Anyone would.?Her fingers twisted in the hem of her shorts. 揗aybe it wasn抰 intentional, but keeping my family in town these two days厃ou might have started something you抣l never fully realize. You抳e got so much. Someday some棓
Jasper lunged into her space, framing her jaw with both hands. 揇on抰 say it. You say the words someone else and it won抰 be pretty, Rita.?Enough was enough. He appreciated Rita wanting to reassure him that red-hot fucking wasn抰 her sole reason for coming home with him tonight, but he抎 already known that. It had been right there in her eyes on the mesa that morning. Then again when he walked into the glow of the campfire. Thank God. Thank God he抎 gone out into the desert tonight instead of licking his wounds, staring at the clock next to a half-empty whiskey bottle, waiting for her to leave town. 揑f I did something for you, your family, I抦 damned glad. But I抳e got one night with you and I don抰 intend to waste it. I went two years without sex, Rita, and that lack barely registered most days.?He unsnapped her shorts, pushing them down her hips, allowing them to fall to the ground. 揃ut one full day without being inside you? And it feels like I抳e gone a fucking millennium without coming.?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rita was going to disgrace herself any moment by panting like a golden retriever. Big, erotically focused, and dangerous in the moonlight, she抎 never seen anything or anyone hotter than the man touching her. Jasper抯 flat, calloused palm smoothed back and forth between her legs, wearing a path in the silk of her panties. God, she could have come just from the friction, but when he hooked a finger in the material and continued to run it from the beginning of her feminine lips to the underside of her ass, she stopped breathing altogether, her body jerking at the skin-on-skin contact.
揝ensitive girl. I make you that way this afternoon??His knuckle teased her clit, up and down, in a circle. 揑 was rough, wasn抰 I, beautiful? Going to make it up to you.?The groan that left his mouth blew a shiver up her spine. 揂nd then I抦 going to fuck you up all over again.?
揧es.?
No sooner did the plea leave her mouth than the panties were snatched clean off her body, her backside landing on the smooth wooden swing with a slap. 揝pread your thighs wide for me, beautiful. I need a look at my fantasy pussy.?He waited until Rita obeyed, breathless anticipation in the provocative movement, before he unzipped his jeans and drew out his heavy-looking flesh, holding it inches from her exposed center. Already, his teeth were gritted, sweat dotting his forehead. 揟his is what抯 going to pass for conversation tonight. Small talk is going to be my tongue flicking against your clit until you cry out my name like a swear word. My headboard slapping the wall is going to be our heart-to-heart. And that gorgeous body riding my dick is going to be our nighttime prayers. You with me, Rita??
Uncle. She almost shouted the surrender. Because who in the world even spoke like that? It was magnificent and filthy and she couldn抰 match that kind of sensual mastery. Could she? The way Jasper ran his thumb over the head of his erection and licked his lips, the way he抎 praised her for that afternoon, forced Rita to consider that she was more than just a match for Jasper抯 lethal skill. Maybe she was even the perfect counterpoint for it.
揥hatever you抮e thinking about, beautiful, scoot to the end of the swing and think about it harder.?He dropped to his knees in front of her open legs, sliding his palms along her inner thighs. 揑t抯 making you all wet and shiny. Should I be jealous??
揘o,?Rita whispered, holding on to the swing for balance, because, yeah, Jasper was definitely blowing warm air along her dampening flesh. Oh, Christ, who knew that could feel so good? It was as if he traced her with a single fingertip. 揑抦 thinking about how you talk to me. Wishing I c-could get away with saying things like that.?
Jasper smiled against the inside of her knee before trailing his tongue higher, toward the core on which his eyes were so intently focused. 揂h, beautiful. You抮e welcome say whatever comes into that head of yours. But I reckon there will be consequences.
So close. He抯 so close. A little farther. 揥hat kind of consequences??
Rita grappled to hang on to the ropes when Jasper threw both of her legs over his shoulders, grabbing her backside and yanking her to the swing抯 edge. 揥hy don抰 we find out??Locking blue eyes on her, Jasper delivered a long, stiff-tongued lick, starting off an electric buzz between her ears. 揕et抯 hear what you have to say while I抦 going to work敆another devastating slide of his tongue棑on this delicious pussy you抮e showing off for me.?
Concentration was not a viable option with Jasper抯 hands squeezing and releasing the globes of her backside, with his determined tongue wreaking havoc on her every sense. Her every nerve ending. The ropes creaked inside her hands, her heels finding purchase in the flexing muscles of his back. 揙h, please. Oh卌an you??
揅an I what??Jasper paused midlick to growl. 揂sk me, goddammit. I抦 on my knees giving you head, beautiful. That means my mouth is at your service.?