Rita抯 climax almost stripped her vocal chords of their function. They locked down, only allowing a strangled scream to emerge as she arched off the ground in what would have been a full backbend if Jasper抯 weight wasn抰 crushing her down, forcing her to sail straight into the eye of the orgasm, experiencing its possession of her entire body. Her legs were jerked up to his shoulders, his hips never ceasing their drives, masculine groans branding her shoulder, her throat.
揙h fuck, fuck, I抦 giving it to you right now. All of it.?Jasper went rigid, his arm muscles tightening beneath Rita抯 raised legs, teeth bared in the near darkness.
Jasper having an orgasm might have been the single most remarkable event Rita had ever witnessed in her entire life. He choked on the intensity of it, but still attempted to repeat her name again and again, the word coming out sounding like an expletive rubbed raw. His every muscle stood out beneath sunbaked skin, glistening with perspiration. And his eyes桮od, his eyes梩hey were twin anchors keeping Rita stationary on the ground as she watched this incredible man take his pleasure. Let it wrack his body. The sight was so amazing and arousing that it only took Rita reaching down and sliding a finger over her clit to get her off again.
When Rita regained consciousness, her arms were limp, thrown out in the grass as if she抎 passed out in the process of making a snow angel. Jasper still moved on top of her, sliding their slick bodies together, murmuring things into her hair that ranged from filthy to adoring. 揝o beautiful lying there all rosy and dewed up. I could turn you over and bang you again just for looking so damn delicious. Would you take it for me, Rita? Yeah, you would. You抎 rest your cheek on the grass and let me beat that pussy.?
Whoosh. There went what little breath she抎 managed to catch. 揑 think you still have me beat in the sexy-talk department,?she managed through parched lips, followed by a sigh. 揂lways a bridesmaid.?
On top of Rita, Jasper抯 big body shook with laughter and she sucked in the moment, because nothing had ever felt better in her life. Being laughed on by someone who knew how to make her laugh back. 揑抣l let you borrow my gold medal, long as I can lie here a few more minutes.?He reached down and used a fist to drag himself from her body with a throaty groan, removing the condom and setting it aside. Then he granted Rita another long slide of their bodies, his muscled, hair-covered thighs making her feel even more light-headed. 揟here. I can feel all of you now.?
Rita ran the arches of her feet up and down his calves, massaging his lower back with kneading thumbs. 揂re you planning on doing this until you抮e ready to go again??
揝hould only be another minute or so.?His teeth flashed in a smile, but it faded in degrees. 揑抳e never done this after part. I抳e never wanted to.?
Rita抯 hands stilled on his back before resuming their exploration of his muscles. 揑抳e never done it, either.?
揋ood. So you can抰 tell if I抦 doing it wrong.?
When his lips skated up Rita抯 throat, she gasped, pinpricks traveling up her spine. 揑f what you抮e doing is wrong厰
His head lifted when she didn抰 continue. 揧ou don抰 want to be right??
揧es, sorry. I drifted off.?
Jasper抯 body vibrated on top of hers again and Rita didn抰 think, she simply threw her arms out once again梐nd made a snow angel. In the grass. With a sexual dynamo pressing her into the earth. And she laughed.
Chapter Thirty
Jasper leaned back against his kitchen counter, listening to the sounds of Rita taking a shower in his bathroom. Using his soap, his water, his towels. If he didn抰 think she needed a second alone, he might have asked to watch. Although that scenario would have led to them remaining upstairs for the remainder of the night, and he wasn抰 ready to turn out the light just yet. There would be plenty of time for sleeping when she left.
I抦 in love with you, Rita. Would she hear him in the shower if he yelled it at the top of his lungs? With the head of steam he had built up? Damn straight. Probably best to keep the words ringing in his head instead.
What the hell kind of cruel fate was in play here? He finds the woman of a lifetime on the side of the road, gets just enough time with her to hand over his soul梐nd then she gets snatched away.
No, that wasn抰 entirely true, was it? She was leaving of her own accord. Not being snatched away by some evil, unseen force. Before bringing Rita into his home, he抎 been determined to be unselfish. Determined to understand that Rita needed to walk along the path of her own choosing. Yeah, he was still clear-headed enough to believe that. In his mind. The life-giving organ in his chest, however, had landed on another conclusion. If Rita was intent on leaving, hell, he would make it as hard as possible for her. Didn抰 he have that right? When a man loves a woman, didn抰 he fight tooth and nail to keep her?
Christ, yes. Yes. She抎 crossed the threshold of his home and now everything would be laid at her feet like an offering, whether she liked it or not. He couldn抰 live with the stark prospect of never having her there again. Waking up in two days?time without the possibility of finding Rita beside him, downstairs, or in the backyard? Jasper would fight against fate to keep from having to live that nightmare.
And it was just possible he might be worthy of the dream, instead. The dream being Rita. Rita being the one who抎 convinced him his presence meant something. It mattered. She was here now, wasn抰 she? In his house, being with him梙appy with him梕ven though they抎 gotten physical, even though he抎 fucked up, made her angry. Still here. But not for long? Can抰 let it happen.
Hearing Rita exit the bathroom, Jasper reached into the cabinet and added a belt of whiskey to his coffee. He had less than twenty-four hours to convince a woman he抎 known for three days to cancel every plan she抎 made for her future梐nd stay in Hurley. For him. A man who抎 never been on a second date. Not even with Rita yet. So he needed all the help he could get.
Rita walked into the kitchen wearing one of his flannel shirts; his coffee mug froze in midair. The sleeves went so far past her hands that she抎 rolled them up in giant bunches at her elbows, the hem dangling somewhere below her knees. Jesus. How could anyone ask him to withstand the sight of watching her drive away after she抎 worn his clothes?
揊ind everything okay??Shit, it sounded as if he抎 eaten a porcupine.
She nodded, twirling her damp hair into a bun at the top of her head, keeping it there with a rubber band. 揧ou have a lot of flannel.?
Jasper poured her a cup of coffee, hoping the task would lower his pulse so he could concentrate. 揑抣l have to pick a different get-up now. You look a damn sight better in it than me.?
揟hat T-shirt-and-jeans look is working pretty well. Might want to go with that.?
The husky tone of her voice, the golden-brown eyes checking him out, made Jasper抯 tongue feel thick. Among other things. He gave his worn-in, gray T-shirt a cursory glance before handing Rita her coffee. 揔eep looking me over like that, beautiful, and you抮e going to see what抯 underneath real fast.?
Her cheeks turned a pink hue, eyes lighting up. 揧ou mean that, don抰 you? I抦 making you hot.?
Jasper watched her over the rim of his coffee cup as he sipped, then set the mug down on the marble island with a resounding clack. 揅ome over here.?
Rita took her time sauntering around the island to stand in front of Jasper. But he let her stall, enjoying the sound of her bare feet on his floor, the way she teased him without the visible reservations from before. She leaned back against the island and quirked an eyebrow. 揅an I help you??