I stop moving my fingers, grab his head and whisper, “I’m sorry,” in a broken voice. I press my lips against hers and fall to my knees before her. God. I’m so fucking sorry.
I take her mouth, holding her naked body against me, wishing I could go back in time and tell her everything about when I started to feel it. But I’ll settle for what’s right now, since it’s the best I have.
The kiss begins by squeezing our mouths, needing to be united, but it quickly becomes frantic. The kiss takes on a tone of frustration as his teeth pinch my bottom lip and his hands grab the hem of my shirt.
I take it off and throw it away in a matter of seconds. And then I stand up, lift her small body with me, and take a couple of steps across the kitchen.
With a wave of my arm, everything on the island flies to the ground with a loud crash. Fruit. A bowl. A magazine. My glass of water lands on the opposite side of the room and shatters into a thousand little pieces on the wooden floor. The perfectly clean house is turned upside down in a matter of seconds.
None of that matters because my legs wrap around my waist. The lips kiss me all over my face, down my neck. Fingers pull my hair. He attacks me with a fervor I have never experienced.
One that I had never felt inclined to match until her.
Sex has always been a game. Another event to control. But there is nothing to control about us right now.
And I don’t even care.
I lay her on her back on the island, wanting to explore it. She hisses and arches her back away from the cold marble, lifting her perfect tits.
I don’t know where to look first, but as always, it’s his eyes that catch my attention. All that blue. My gaze traces the slender line of her neck and strays to the strands of soft blonde hair that stick to her wet, swollen lips.
My hands slide up her waist, shaping it, and I delight in how big my hands seem around her. I caress her breasts, the perfect size to hold.
I squeeze her pointy nipples with my thumb and watch her arch her back.
-Do you like it?
“Yes, yes,” he hisses with his eyes closed and his tongue running over his lips in the most distracted way.
I can’t wait to see how they wrap around my cock.
But first I continue sliding my hands over his body, noticing how goosebumps appear on his body. When I reach her shoulders, I trace the line of her collarbone with my fingers, while the other hand continues up and surrounds her pretty, slender throat. His bearing is always so regal.
I’ve dreamed of wrapping a hand here. So I do it.
I squeeze, but not too much, leaning over her, giving her earlobe a quick pinch before asking, “What do you think, Sloane?” Do you like it?
-Yeah.
Her sure response is a blast of electricity straight to my cock. My fingers squeeze a little tighter and I watch his cheeks redden. Her legs tighten around my waist. I relax and bring my lips to hers, gently caressing her neck before kissing her breasts again. Her nails run up my back, over my shoulders, and down my arms reverently.
I start gently with one nipple, licking and kissing it, getting excited by the way it moans and squirms.
The way her nails dig into my skin, a little wild.
And then I give it a hard tug, scraping my teeth as I do. It’s the way he gasps and thrashes that really excites me.
“How sensitive,” I murmur, moving to the other side and giving him the same treatment. I make her comfortable and then press her a little. A little bite.
Her nails tangle in my hair and scratch my scalp.
Then I lick his belly. She squirms when I slide my tongue just below the line of her hip bone, so I spend more time exploring. When I drag my teeth there, he lets out a moan.
I plant a palm in the middle of his chest and press it down.
“Stay still, Sloane. Let me enjoy.
“Fuck you, Jasper,” he huffs and shimmies harder.
I chuckle and wrap my hand around his neck again.
“You will, Sunny. But not until I say so.
26
Sloane
I make the same damn noise when he moves to the opposite hip. I didn’t know it was a sensitive spot for me, but Jasper spots it instantly. My pulse beats under the palm of his hand. He speeds up when his teeth graze my hip bone, and his grip around my throat tightens every time I move.
Heat invades each limb. My pulse is pounding everywhere. I have never focused totally on one thing, except when I dance. But now yes. My mind doesn’t wander to my to-do list or the next episode of my favorite series. It stays in Jasper and the way he plays my body like an instrument he has known all his life. Like a virtuoso.
No matter how much time I spent having sex with Jasper in my head, I didn’t expect him to do things to me that I’d only read about, or seen, but never had the courage to ask for. Anyway, I’m not sure the guys I dated would have pleased me.
But Jasper is not a child. Is a man.
His hand moves away from my throat and I almost want to beg him to put it back. He runs down the center of my body, taps me on the hip bone and says, “Now spread these beautiful thighs for me.”
My pulse quickens when I catch his gaze in the dimly lit kitchen. Right now he is not the melancholic Jasper, nor is he the sweet Jasper.
It’s… I don’t know. I don’t recognize this look, but I like it. I love it. I especially love being on the receiving end of it
Without thinking twice, I unhook my legs from his waist. I’ve been holding him for fear he’d walk away again, but it seems like tonight we’re past that phase.
It’s like he sees me with different eyes.
I push away any hint of shyness and spread my legs, baring myself before him.
Gasping and dripping.
I’m about to beg him to touch me when his big, warm palms rest on the inside of my thighs, smoothing the inside toward my knees and opening me even further.
“So fucking flexible.” His thumbs brush against my skin, and I swear I could come just from him running his hands over me.
I’m about to explode and we’ve barely done anything.
“So fucking beautiful.” His dark blue eyes trail over my body like fingertips, their burning weight grazing my skin as he pulls me to sit up. Are you on birth control, Sloane? -He holds my thighs open, looking at me between them. Making me squirm.
“Yes,” he hissed. Yes. IUD. Apparently, I’m monosyllabic now.
“Anything else you need to tell me?”