Yeah. I liked the sound of that.
“It’s a date.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “The first of many, I hope.”
“Me too.”
“Have you two finished?” Cole called from the living room. “Me and Angus can’t take all the sweetness.”
“Oh fuck off,” I yelled as Jasper laughed. “And get out of my house.” I heard the TV go on as Cole predictably ignored me.
“Come on.” Jasper took me by the hand. “Let’s go be sweet where he can see us too.”
Cole groaned. “You two are the worst.”
I came home justafter lunch on Christmas Eve to a sight I hadn’t expected: Jasper hugging his dad on the doorstep. When his dad passed me on the path with a quick hello, he looked far happier than the last time I’d seen him. Which didn’t take much, admittedly, but I was immediately curious as to what had gone on there.
“Hey.” Jasper’s gaze swept over me in a way that set my pulse racing.
I shook my head at him in mock disapproval. “You must be bloody freezing stood there.” He had his joggers on as usual and just a short-sleeved T-shirt.
“Well hurry up and get in so I can shut the door.” He grinned as I kicked the door closed behind me and pressed him up against the wall, careful not to jolt his wrist. “Alone at last,” I whispered, then kissed him.
God, I’d been thinking about this all morning. Work had dragged at a snail’s pace, but I finally had him in my arms.
“Too many clothes.” Jasper tugged at the zip on my coat and shivered. “And it’s cold.”
I stepped back, then hurried to kick off my shoes and hang up my coat. “Better?” I asked, moving back into his space.
He slipped a hand under my jumper until he found skin. “Much. You’re so warm under here.”
“We’d both be warmer if we moved this out of the hallway,” I muttered between kisses. Jasper hummed his agreement. “Upstairs or downstairs?”
“Down,” he said, easing back enough to grab my hand and lead me into the lounge.
It was only just turning dark outside, but the curtains were already drawn, lights dimmed, the Christmas lights twinkling merrily away. It screamed festive romance and I smirked until I remembered who’d been here before me. “All this for your dad?”
Jasper stared at me for a second, then rolled his eyes. “I was waiting for you. His visit was unexpected.”
“Looked like it went okay?
“It did.” He walked backwards towards the sofa, taking me with him. “But I don’t want to talk about my dad when I’m trying to get you naked.”
I laughed because he could barely get himself naked, let alone me. It still sent a spike of desire through me, and I followed him, steadying him when the back of his knees hit the edge of the sofa. “Careful.”
He let out a frustrated sigh. “So sick of having to be careful.”
“I know.” He had at least another five weeks in his cast, and then no doubt some physio after that. “But for now, let me do all the work.” He raised an eyebrow at that, but his gaze dropped towards my mouth. Yeah, he was on board with that. “Sit down.”
He sat, watching me as I knelt between his legs. It reminded me of when I’d brought him home from the hospital. Except this time he wasn’t in excruciating pain.
At least I didn’t think so. “How’s your wrist?”
“Fine.”
I gave him a pointed look, and he huffed.
“Sore. It’s always fucking sore, but manageable.” He smiled, slow and dirty. “Especially if you’re about to take my mind off it.”
