“I had fun last night,” Kait declared coyly.
“I’m glad,” Jasper leaned towards her and purred the words into her ear. Kait melted against him. Whenever she was around him, she became dizzy and struggled to focus. Soon his lips were pressed against hers, and they were kissing with heated intensity as though they hadn’t had one another just hours earlier.
Jasper moved away just before the kiss could deepen any further. He pressed his lips to her neck and began to caress her body with his strong hands. Kait trembled in delight beneath him. With his lips, he began to carefully kiss a path down towards her breasts and then towards her navel, Kait as still completely naked from their earlier escapades.
She gasped as Jasper moved below her navel. He was taking his time, making her grow in expectation.
By the time he gently suckled her clitoris, Kait thought she might explode. She cried out in ecstasy as her toes curled. The world exploded in fireworks before her eyes, and her heart hammered excitedly in her chest.
Chapter 13
They spent the entire day in bed. It was something Kait had never done before. Sure she’d been in relationships, but she never liked to linger with someone the way she did with Jasper. Her mind was always racing about the hundred and one things she needed to do. Sundays were laundry days, and she would also go for a long jog weather permitting. But all those tasks were instantly forgotten when she was intertwined with Jasper’s powerful body.
They enjoyed one another again and again. Kait reached new levels of pleasure she’d never previously believed were possible. Jasper was a caring, attentive lover with impressive stamina.
“I really need to shower,” Jasper told her as outside the day had begun to darken.
“Me too,” Kait agreed from where she was resting her head on his chest, enjoying listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Do you want to shower together?”
Kait snapped her head up and looked down at him. Her whole body once again tingling with desire. Just as she was about to eagerly accept his offer, she saw the fresh wound on his chest, the one he’d endured whilst protecting her. As her face dipped in sadness, she softly ran her finger beneath it.
“You’ve got so many scars.”
His chest was equally as adorned as his back. So many old wounds. Surely they hadn’t all happened in the ring.
“True.” Jasper replied stoically.
“How did you get them all?” Kait titled her head in interest as she addressed him.
Jasper inhaled sharply.
“You don’t think I got them all from fighting?”
Kait shook her head as her eyes scanned across his exposed chest. Many of the scars were long and hinted at deep wounds, wounds that could only be inflicted by a sharp object rather than the dull blow of a fist or foot connecting with his chest.
“Not all of them,” she admitted.
“You’re right,” Jasper sat up and folded his thick arms across his chest, covering some of his scars from view.
“Some of them I picked up on the streets when I was growing up.”
Kait thought of what she’d read about Jasper, about how he’d grown up in the foster care system and lived a troubled life before he’d found professional fighting.
“Were you stabbed?” In her mind she remembered the glint of the blade the gold toothed man had held and the sinister sparkle in his old eyes. He had meant to stab her, to gut her as though she were just a fish being prepared at market. It was the first time she’d had to face down such evil, and she had been terrified. She couldn’t imagine facing such an ordeal as a teenager or a child.
“Yeah,” Jasper’s jaw tightened. “Many times.”
The scars suddenly seemed more troubling. Each told of a violent attack, a heated altercation got out of hand.
“Why…” Kait’s eyes misted as she let her gaze fall to the bed, unsure of what she was even meaning to ask.
“My life was tough growing up,” Jasper’s tone was gentler than she’d expected. She thought he was going to be defensive about his scars and how he obtained them. Instead, he reached for her hand and pressed it against his chest.
“Where I lived, people used violence to get what they wanted. It’s why I was originally interested in learning to fight.”
Jasper had placed her hand over a particularly large scar which ran all the way from his shoulder blade to the center of his chest.
“I got this one for refusing to run drugs. I spent two weeks in hospital and lost a lot of blood.”
Kait felt the rise of the scar. Now it was just a deep ridge upon his skin, but it had once been a gaping wound so cruelly inflicted.