“Narcissist,” she teased.
“You know it.” He closed his eyes. “So will you have me? Even if I’m not a famous TV star?”
“Will I have the sexy theater owner slash improv professor slash kick-ass maker of coffee?” she asked and pressed her lips to his. “Every damn day I can.”
He inhaled deeply and cupped her chin. “How about right now?”
“Especially right now.” She reached out and took the keys. “Inside. This introvert has had enough public displays of affection for one night. I’m ready to get very, very private.”
Jasper didn’t have to be told twice. He came around and opened her door for her. He was already kissing her by the time they reached the door. She had to grapple for the lock blindly behind her. He finally grabbed the key and the door swung open, dumping them into the foyer.
The door slammed shut and her shirt was up and over her head before her next breath. Jasper tossed her shirt to the floor and kissed down the curve of her neck. “God, I missed you.”
“It’s only been a few days.”
“Yeah, but the last time I thought I was saying goodbye.” He slid his hand up her side. “Knowing it was the last time, I was missing you before we were even done that night. But now…” He got a hungry look in his eye as he cupped her through her bra. “Now we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She arched as he thumbed her nipple through the thin fabric, and a bolt of want went through her. “God, I missed you, too.”
He looked down at her, those hazel eyes of his going solid green in the low light. Part of her couldn’t believe that he was hers. This gorgeous, talented, kind man was hers.
Or maybe she could. She was pretty damn fantastic herself. Lucky him.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked, hooking her leg around his hip and leaning in, letting her feel just how much he’d missed her.
“I was thinking how lucky you are to have me. Didn’t you hear? I’m Miz Fucking Poppy.”
He laughed. “Hell yes, you are. And tonight, you were spectacular. I watched your whole intro from the back corner. I was so fucking proud of you.”
“Thank you. I had a good teacher,” she said, looping her arms around his neck. “He taught me a few other things, too.”
“Yeah?” he asked, a sinful smirk touching his lips. “Like what kinds of things?”
“Bring me to the bedroom and I’ll show you.”
He reached down and lifted her, hooking her legs around him, and carried her to her room. When he tossed her on top of the bed and she landed with a bounce, they both laughed. He stripped her down and discarded his clothes like they’d offended him. Soon, they were tangled up on the bed together, skin to skin, every part of her alive with want.
He pressed her hands to the bed above her. “My turn to explore. Keep these here.”
She bit her lip, her blood rushing, as he shifted along her body, his cock brushing her thigh and making her ache. But he wasn’t in a hurry to get to the main event. He kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, down her sternum. His tongue found the sensitive underside of her breast, licking a path up toward her nipple and making her hips arch off the bed. When he closed his mouth around the tip of her breast, she cried out.
He sucked her there, his tongue driving her crazy, and he pinned her legs beneath him, keeping her from shifting around. He lifted his head a bit, his warm breath coasting over her damp skin. “That first night, when you came from this, I don’t know how I made it through the rest of the night.” He glanced up at her, his gaze burning into her. “You were so fucking hot, Hollyn. And you had no clue how sexy you were.”
“I was so embarrassed,” she confessed. “It made me look so hard up.”
“Hard up? Fuck, no. It made you a fantasy. A woman who was so sensitive, I could make her come in all kinds of inventive ways.” His tongue brushed along the hard peak, making her gasp again. “As soon as you left that night, I went to bed, wrapped my hand around myself, and pictured you just like this, spread out naked beneath me, coming from my hands, my mouth, my cock. It wasn’t the last time I’d picture you like that. You’re a dream, Hollyn.”
A hot shiver went through her as she let the words sink in. She’d never let herself imagine being in that role. The one a guy fantasized about or ached for. But he made her feel that way. Sexy. Free. In her own skin. “Want to see if we can do it again?”
His lips curved, and his eyes sparked with desire. “Challenge accepted.”
Hollyn let her head sink back into the pillow and kept her hands above her as Jasper moved to her other breast and sucked, the fingers of his other hand massaging the place he’d left. Sensation wound through her like a drug, the tight bundle of nerves between her legs throbbing like Jasper was kissing her there. Every part of her felt alive, connected. She didn’t have skin hunger anymore, she had Jasper hunger. Her body craved this man. His hands. His mouth. His body inside her.
Jasper took his time, winding her up and teasing her, making her breath catch and her fists clench. Her body had never felt so good and so restless at the same time. She wondered if he was going to tease her to the edge all night, but then his teeth grazed her breast and light exploded behind her eyes, sharp and sudden. Her hips tried to lift off the bed but he had her pinned. The orgasm rolled through her, making her cry out and heat surge between her legs. He hadn’t even touched her there yet, but her body was aflame. Slick and needy for him. “Jasper.”
“Fuck, baby.” Jasper groaned, need in his voice, and lowered himself down her body, holding her hips to the bed. “Need to taste you.” Then his mouth was on her center, licking her as she bucked her way through the tail end of the orgasm, only to be shot up the mountain again when his tongue circled her clit.
She couldn’t keep her hands where they were anymore. She gripped his hair hard and made sounds in the back of her throat that she could no longer control. She was going to break apart. Just be a pile of bones and bliss left behind, a little curl of smoke above it. Here lies Hollyn. She spontaneously combusted.
She started to laugh. She was still coming and the sounds came out hysterical, but she couldn’t stop. Jasper lifted his head and she could feel him shift up her body. When she managed to open her eyes, still laughing, tears streaming down her face, she found him with an amused smile. “I’m not sure if this is good or I totally fucked something up.”
That just made her laugh harder, and she pulled him down to kiss him.
He smiled against her mouth and when they broke apart again, he said, “Good then. Got it.”
“So good,” she managed, her laughs calming. “You make me delirious.”