“Finn?” Jasper’s fingers slid into my hair, coaxing me to look up at him.
His eyes were dark with a heat that hit me low down in my belly. His grip tightened and a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t help but lean forward and nuzzle at his cock through the denim.
“Oh fuck.” Jasper’s breathy moan filled the hallway, a wave of lust swept through me, and I was reaching for his button before I remembered that he was injured, for fuck’s sake, and I sat back on my heels with a frustrated sigh.
Jasper still had his hand in my hair and tugged on it until I looked up again. “Whatever you were about to do is fine with me.”
I wanted to. So, so badly.
But we couldn’t risk it.
“We can’t, as much as I really fucking want to. You heard what the nurse said.”
“You’d be sucking my dick, not my wrist.”
I laughed. “She was quite serious about no activities of any kind.”
“Finn,” he whined and palmed his cock. “It would help take my mind off the pain.”
So tempting, but I held firm. No way would I be responsible for him doing any more damage just because I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Reaching for his shoes instead, I unlaced one, then the other, then slid them off.
When I got to my feet he looked so disappointed with life, I felt bad all over again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have started that.”
He moved to shrug off his coat and flinched at the pain. “No, you’re right,” he said grudgingly. “But Finn?”
“Yeah?” I stood and helped him out of his jacket.
He waited until I’d hung it up and was facing him again. “We’ll get to do it again, though, right? When my arm’s better? Or in a proper cast.” His eyes searched mine, and I knew what he was really asking.
“I’d like that.” I swallowed. Admitting it felt like a huge step, one I couldn’t take back. But then again, I didn’t want to.
“Me too.” His smile was slow, tentative. “We should probably talk, though. I seem to remember you had a lot of reasons why we couldn’t do this.” He gestured between us.
“I know. And we do need to talk, but not tonight. Let’s get you settled on the sofa and then I’ll make a drink.”
“Hot chocolate?”
I grinned. “Yeah, of course.”
I took his hand and led him into the living room. The main lights were off, but the tree sparkled brightly, giving the room a warmth and a sense of home that it’d been lacking. Or maybe that was just Jasper.
His presence behind me made my belly flutter. I’d forgotten what it was like to be this excited about someone. That promise of a new connection.
The lights faded out, then back in again, reminding me of Jasper’s mum’s tree and— Oh shit. “You need to call your mum.”
“Ugh. She’s going to freak.” He grimaced. “I don’t even know where my phone is.”
“It’s in my coat, hang on.” I went to fetch it from the hallway. “You dropped it when you fell.”
“Thanks.” He took it, staring at the screen for a moment before looking up at me. “I’ll call her in a bit. After I’ve had that drink you promised me.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I helped him get comfortable on the sofa, then went into the kitchen to make our drinks. As the kettle boiled, my gaze drifted to the wall calendar next to the fridge. I liked to have an overall view of planned meetings for the month rather than just on my phone, and when I caught sight of the red line through all of next week, my stomach dropped.
Bastard.
Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I pulled up Christian’s number and sent him a quick message, explaining what I needed.
