I groan into his mouth and he flexes his finger within me, rubbing me from the inside as his rough hand massages me from the outside. His lips fall gently away from mine, like a leaf might fall away from a branch and drift slowly to the ground. They descend in a sensual exploration that leaves me with boiling blood, blazing skin and, somehow, no clothes left on my body. His mouth hovers over my belly, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
“The night you came for me, right there in the shower, with my eyes on your face and my hands on your body, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as bad as I wanted to be inside you. To feel that warm gush, that hot squeeze. God, you were amazing to watch.”
Trying to focus on his words, trying to think past what his lips and his fingers are doing only seems to heighten the sensation that I’m spinning out of control. Is this part of his game? Is he doing it on purpose? Could he possibly know what he’s making me feel? Or is it simply Jasper, the man who does crazy things to me without even trying?
“Jasper, please,” I beg when his mouth is inches from his hand. His lips brush slowly back and forth between my legs, his moist breath more a tantalizing promise than a concrete touch.
“Please what?” When I don’t answer, when I can’t find the air or the energy to form words, he fills in the blanks for me. “Please lick me?” he asks, pressing his tongue into my crease and sweeping me from top to bottom in the most delicious lick I’ve ever experienced. “Please suck me?” He draws my clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it until my back arches off the floor. “Please put your cock in me?” He leaves me for what seems like only a few seconds—the rustle of clothes, the rattle of a wrapper—before I feel him again, burning skin to burning skin. “Or please do anything you want to my body as long as you make me come?”
“Yes! Yes to all of it!”
“Then come for me, kitten. Give me everything you’ve got.” He groans the last just as he pushes his body into mine.
“Unh,” I half grunt, half gasp as he stretches me painfully. He’s so big. Almost too big.
Just before the pleasure-pain becomes too much, he withdraws, but not completely. With his broad tip still resting within me, Jasper reaches between us to rub me as he sucks on one nipple and makes shallow thrusts into me, giving me time to accommodate him. When I relax again, my body clutching for more of his thick length, he eases in farther, biting down on my nipple at the same time, creating a sensual overload. I dig my fingernails into the smooth skin of his back.
“Oh God! Jasper!”
“Mmmm, that’s right. Give me your claws.”
With that, he pulls out and then slams back into me, hard and deep. My body stretches around him and then squeezes in that divine way that I feel in my every bone and muscle. When he withdraws again, he pounds back in deeper still, but not completely. I know the moment he’s fully seated within me. He flexes his hips in one last thrust, one more delicious push that sends me falling over the edge. I’m thrown onto a wave of ecstasy and then carried out to sea by a million more.
I’m so enraptured that I hardly hear his feral grunt when he stiffens against me, but I feel it when he lets go. I couldn’t not feel it. He pulses within me, each throb so strong it tosses me right back into the fray of my orgasm. And this one, we ride out together.
TWENTY-TWO
Jasper
I carried Muse’s limp, naked body from the living room floor to her bed. She asked me to lay with her. For some reason I agreed. Now she’s resting quietly against me. Her head is on my outstretched upper arm and she’s facing me, her fingers drawing lazy circles on the cool sheets between us.
I don’t open my eyes. I don’t look at her. I’m sure she knows I’m not asleep. Even if I could sleep in the room with another person, I couldn’t do it right now anyway. I can almost feel her mind spinning, like vibrations of unrest in the air around me. Stirring. Churning.
I smile into the dark when I hear her voice. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stand the silence for very long.
“Jasper, where are we? Whose cabin is this?”
I sigh. Always with the questions.
“It’s mine.”
“Is this your house? I mean, where you live all the time?”
“I don’t live anywhere all the time.”
“But do you live here some of the time?”
“What if I do?”
I feel her shrug. Even with my eyes closed, I can picture it in my head. The way the corners of her mouth dip in. The way her eyebrows rise just a little. The way her hair moves against her shoulders. I can recall with absolute clarity nearly every small detail about her. Just like I’ve never really felt much guilt, I’ve never really been haunted by someone I’ve met on one of my missions before either. But Muse . . . she is one who will haunt me, I think. Forever.