Finally, my words seem to register and her deer in the headlight expression meets mine. “Oh. Uh, yeah. Fine. All…good.” Her eyes flash quickly down to my chest once more before settling on my eyes.
“Okay,” I start, hoping she’ll finish. Then it hits me. “Did I wake you?”
“I couldn’t figure out what the sound was. I laid there for a few minutes and listened to the low hum and pounding. Was that you running? Are you training for a marathon?”
I snort, carefully getting to my feet on wobbly legs. “No, I actually hate running.”
“But you do it because of your insomnia,” she surmises.
I nod and stretch my arms over my head, her gorgeous brown eyes slowly dropping to take in my movement. I’m helpless against their power as they pool with dark desire and desperation. A desperation that lands squarely in my balls, causing all of my blood to pool in one concentrated area. Before I can even try to reason with myself, I’m moving.
Toward her.
Threading my fingers in her hair.
Claiming her lips with my own.
Nothing this wrong has ever felt so right.
Chapter Eighteen
Lyndee
When Jasper’s demanding lips meet mine, I’m helpless against them. He coaxes my mouth open, his tongue claiming my mouth with fervor and need. His chest is soaked with sweat, but I don’t care. Jasper without a shirt on is a masterpiece. A work of art. The most amazing thing I’ve ever had my hands on.
My nails claw at his flesh, trying to get him as close as possible. I can feel his erection pressing firmly against my stomach, hard and long. My core clenches and aches with a need that he seems to evoke from my soul.
He gently moves me back until I’m pressed against the door, and then he devours, gently lifting me against the hard wood and stepping into the apex of my legs. My ankles lock behind his back and my hands around his shoulders lining us up intimately. I grip at his hair, raking my short nails across his scalp and drawing a hiss out of his mouth. Jasper thrusts forward, his hardness rubbing at the exact spot I need.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the door. He takes the opportunity to nip at my neck before replacing his teeth with his tongue. It’s a delicious pain that only seems to make me wetter. At this point, my panties are drenched, and I’m sure he can feel it soaking through my thick flannel pants.
But I don’t care.
I need…more.
“Fuck, why is it I feel so completely reckless and helpless at the exact same time when I’m around you?” he whispers, sliding his lips across my skin, the roughness of his stubble causing goosebumps on my entire body.
I try to reply, but no words come out. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. All I want is for Jasper to relieve the ache that’s consuming my entire being. Since the first time I saw him standing in my kitchen, it’s been building, steadily growing inside of me like a living entity, waiting idly for Jasper to come and unleash it.
He rocks his hips and bites my collarbone. “Why can’t I stay away from you?” he mutters, almost to himself rather than to me.
“Why do you want to?” I murmur back, as he takes my wrists in his big hand and holds them against the door above my head.
His eyes lock on mine. They’re blazing with a darkness I’ve never witnessed before. They’re animalistic and raw, like I’m the prey and he’s the wild animal ready to pounce. This is a new side I’ve never experienced before, but I’m not afraid of it. If anything, I anxiously welcome it.
When he doesn’t move, I find myself pleading, “Please,” squeezing my legs tightly around his waist.
He seems completely torn. Desire and confliction collide, radiating from those dark orbs. “This is a bad idea.”
“Why? It feels like a really good one to me,” I state bluntly, rocking my hips up and grinding against his cock.
He takes a deep breath, releases my wrists and cradles my jaw in his warm hand. “Because you deserve more than a quick fuck against a damn door, and that’s all I can give you.”
My heart is racing in my chest. “Who are you to decide what I want or need?”
Jasper sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m not the hearts and flowers kinda guy, sweets.” His words almost seem remorseful.
“Good thing I hate flowers then, huh?” The corners of my lips turn upward, but I can still see the battle he’s waging with himself. Reaching up, I place both palms on his cheeks, not missing the way his eyes widen at my touch. “Jasper, I’m here right now because I want to be. I don’t care about tomorrow, if I’m being honest, because it’s been a really long time since I’ve had anyone look at me like you are.”
His voice is hoarse and hushed as he asks, “How am I looking at you?”
“Like I’m a desirable woman.” The words rush out in a heap, the confession sensitive and real.
“What are you talking about? You’re the most desirable woman I’ve ever known,” he murmurs, confusion flashing across his face.
Feeling bolder than ever before, I press my chest firmly against his and demand, “Then prove it. I’m not asking for tomorrow. I’m asking for right now. Please, Jasper.”
I watch as all control flies right out the proverbial window. “You want me to prove how much I want you?” He flexes his hips, driving his erection against my clit. “You feel that, sweets?”
A moan of pleasure spills from my lips. “Yes,” I gasp.
“That’s what you do to me.” His hand grips my ass, kneading the soft flesh and rolling my body against his. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He bites my jaw. “About fucking you.” He runs his tongue over the rapidly beating pulse in my throat. “All I want is to rip these cute as fuck Christmas jammies off your sexy body and bury myself so deeply inside you, you’ll feel me for days.”
My eyes roll back in my head.
Then, we’re moving. With his big hands gripping my ass, he walks to the door, somehow gets it open while giving me a bruising kiss on my already-swollen lips, and marches across the hall to his bedroom. The door shuts with a bang, but neither of us seem to care. There’s only one sole focus for both of us, and that’s getting naked.
He lies me down on his bed, my body sinking into a plush mattress and luxurious bedding. Jasper comes down on top of me, his body still covered in sweat from his workout. It doesn’t bother me though. It’s not disgusting or a turn-off. If anything, it drives this desire further, pushes it closer to the edge of reason and recklessness.
“As much as I really love these pants, I think we should get rid of them,” he mumbles, his mouth tracing my collarbone.
“Yes, I agree,” I huff.
Jasper chuckles at my urgency, pulling himself onto his knees and reaching for my waistband. “Put your hands against my headboard.”
My eyebrows draw together in question, but it’s the wicked grin that spreads across his lips that has me reaching above my head. The headboard is solid wood with nothing to grab onto, so I place my hands against the cold, hard surface and hold my breath.
He slips his hands under the band of my pants and slowly pulls them toward him. I watch as his eyes drink in every square inch of exposed flesh. When the pants hit mid-hips and reveal the fact I’m not wearing panties, he makes a choking sound deep in his throat and closes his eyes. “You haven’t been wearing panties?”