Jasper rode out her jerky movements, continuing to pleasure her until the knee holding her up wobbled. He gently guided her other leg back to the floor, eased back, and stood, supporting her with an arm around her waist. He pushed a damp lock of hair away from her face and dipped down to kiss her.
He paused a breath from her lips, as if asking permission, and she closed the distance. Their mouths met in a hungry collision. The taste of herself on his lips made her shiver with an aftershock, and she let her hand slide down. The feel of his thick erection against her palm made her inner muscles clench again. She felt insatiable, greedy, like one orgasm wasn’t enough. Like the years of deprivation deserved payback.
She rubbed him through his jeans, and he grunted against her lips. She broke away from this kiss. “Want you,” she said, too blissed out to form complete sentences.
He looked down at her, his head haloed by the bright lights and his eyes dark, a ravenous look in them. “Hollyn, you don’t—”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth. “Shut up, Deares. Do you have a condom?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and he nodded. “In my wallet.”
She lowered her hand. “Do you want this to happen?”
“So much.”
Feeling bold, she reached around him and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. She fished out the condom and pressed it into his hand. “I don’t need chivalry right now. I need you.”
Something dark and determined flashed over his face. Selfish, even. He was going to take what he needed now, and she was so here for it. “Turn around, Hollyn. Hands on the wall.”
Her heartbeat picked up speed, and her body pulsed with fresh need. She turned around and did as he said, her fingertips digging into the soft foam panels. Jasper stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her. His fingers slipped the dress from her shoulders and then he let it puddle on the floor.
“I want to see all of you,” he said.
She didn’t stop him as he unhooked her bra, leaving her in nothing but her sandals. A few feet away, the people of WorkAround were going about their business, passing this door with the Occupied sign, drinking their coffee. The knowledge both terrified her and thrilled her.
Jasper blew out a breath and traced a hand over her breast, her belly, her hip, his breath tickling her shoulder. “You’re a fucking sight, Hollyn. I thought about you just like this after you left the other night. My imagination had no shot of conjuring how good the reality is.”
She shifted under his perusal, her skin glazed with a fine sheen of sweat. “You thought about me?”
He pressed his clothed body against her bare backside. “I told you I would. I went into my room, locked the door, and imagined you like this—naked, wet, aching to come again. Then I wrapped my hand around my cock and came harder than I had in longer than I can remember.”
Her forehead tapped the wall. “Shit, Jasper.”
He kissed the curve of her neck. “Too much?”
She laughed under her breath. “No. But I’m nearly a born-again virgin. If we don’t do this soon, my brain may melt from the images alone.”
His hand slid back to her belly, spreading over her abdomen and tilting her hips back. Then she heard the blessed sound of him unzipping his pants and opening the condom wrapper. When he reached around her, gently teasing her clit with his fingers, and the smooth head of his cock pressed against her opening, she shivered with anticipation and braced herself. It’d been so long, and she didn’t know what to expect, but her body was so slick and ready for him that when he eased forward, all she felt was the sweet, blissful pressure of being filled completely. She sucked in a breath at the sensation and drank up the gritty moan Jasper let out as he seated himself deep.
His nose buried in her shoulder as he held himself still, their bodies joined. “Now I’m feeling like the born-again virgin. Fuck, you feel amazing. Are you okay?”
She wet her lips, trying to find her voice. “Five out of five stars.”
“Good.” He stroked between her legs gently with his fingers as he canted his hips back and pumped into her again. “I’d like to take my time but…”
Need welled in her anew, her body urgent again. “Slow is overrated.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Next time.”
Next time. That was when it hit her fully. They’d get to do this again. This was a thing they could do now, that they’d decided to do together. The thought was enough to make Hollyn giddy. And that was the last thought she had because Jasper begin to move quickly then, pumping into her with long, deep strokes, his fingertips circling her clit in rhythm and sending a sunburst of sensations through her.
She dug her fingers into the wall, trying to hold off the oncoming freight train of her orgasm, but her body was too keyed up, the feel of him too sweet, the images of Jasper touching himself still too fresh in her mind’s eye. Everything inside her went tight and hot at the same time, her body vibrating like a plucked string. “Jasper.”
“God, baby. So good.” He pumped harder, his breath harsh against her neck and the scent of him driving her higher. Then, she fell apart. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a sharp cry escaped her throat, the soundproof room absorbing their secret.
Jasper’s groan joined in, and he seated himself deep, the searing heat of his release spilling into her as he tipped over his own edge. The jagged, primitive sounds he made, mixed in with a few gasped fucks, were going to be forever imprinted on her brain. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never heard a man so openly undone, so raw, so goddamned sexy. She wished she could see his face. His body.
Next time.
Jasper held on to her as they coasted back to earth. The lights and sounds of the room came back to her in a gradual awareness, like waking up slowly from a dream. She breathed deeply, trying to settle herself, trying to find some semblance of self-control again. Jasper slipped out of her and kissed her between her shoulder blades. “Just give me a second, and I’ll get your things for you.”
She turned around, catching Jasper as he slid off the condom, tied it, and then quickly tucked himself back into his pants. She bit her lip at the glimpse of him. They’d fooled around twice, and she had yet to see him naked. He lifted his head and caught her watching. His mouth quirked at one corner, his hair mussed and falling in his face. “Probably shouldn’t throw this away in the company trash bin.”
“Probably not.” She reached for her dress and covered herself, feeling way too naked all of a sudden. “There’s a box of tissues in the back corner.”
He found the box and wrapped up the evidence before tossing it in a stray Target bag someone had left in the room. Then he snatched her panties from the floor and her bra off a piece of equipment and handed them to her.