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A flush crept up her neck to her cheeks.

I leaned forward. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten that I know exactly where that blush started on your body.”

Her pupils dilated. “Do you want to see it now?”

Chapter Eighteen

Sheridan

Jasper’s weight pressed me into the couch, and I had my legs wrapped around him. We were both still dressed. Our beer and plates remained on the table. It was like he’d read my mind, and as soon as he stood and pulled me up from the chair and into his arms, he went right for the living room instead of one of the bedrooms.

His tongue danced with mine. I tasted our meal—the one we’d made together in one of the most romantic evenings I’d ever had. He’d come here to check on me, he’d cleaned cupboards that weren’t filled with his loved ones’ things, then he’d walked me through cooking a real meal.

Leaving my mouth, he kissed a path down my neck. I arched back, giving him more room. He used it to roll my shirt up and drag it off. Breathless anticipation was in every breath. I did the same with his and flattened my hands on his chest.

His knee was between my legs, and he propped his other foot on the floor. I curled up to undo the clasp of his jeans, but he beat me to it. Before he pushed them down, he took out his wallet and withdrew a three-pack of condoms.

“I put these in here just for you.” He tossed his wallet on the floor.

“All three?”

“It’ll have to do for tonight.”

Oh god. He was serious. I wasn’t inexperienced, but marathon sex? That was out of my wheelhouse.

He gave me a lopsided grin and stood to shove his pants down. “I’ll talk you through it.”

My stomach fluttered, and heat filled my body until I was pushing my shorts down. Should we be doing this? We’d been working up to it, but there was a faint alarm in my head.

He yanked the throw blanket off the back of the couch. “Can we use this? I plan on making you nice and messy.”

Only my bra was on, but my brain struggled to catch up. “My dad gave her that. She liked bears.”

I cringed. Why did I say that and not yes?

He folded it nicely and laid it across the back of the couch. He found his shirt and shoved it under my ass.

“No.” He was too much. Too kind and considerate. During sex? He couldn’t be real. “You can’t get your shirt all gross.” We could move to the bedroom, but this was spontaneous. This was now. I couldn’t risk chickening out.

“Boss, what I have in mind is far from gross, and you’ve got a washer and dryer.”

When he put it that way…

He didn’t take my bra off, but he tugged down the cups until my breasts spilled out. “Close enough to being naked.”

He settled between my thighs again, only this time it wasn’t denim or his swim trunks scraping against my skin. His warm body spread my legs wide, and he looked his fill. Even as he stared, ready to devour me, he still made me feel cherished. A combination I hadn’t gotten much of when it came to sex.

“I knew I wasn’t imagining how pretty you are.” He lifted his gaze from my pussy to my face. “All over.”

That blush he’d mentioned earlier warmed my entire chest. My cheeks burned. Sunlight poured through the window, but I didn’t have the urge to hide around him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He propped a hand by my head and licked around a nipple. I arched, but I didn’t want to miss the show. If I didn’t spend as much time as I could admiring his broad shoulders and his strong back, I wouldn’t believe that I actually did this. In five years, one year, or even one month, I’d summon this memory.

Sadness wanted to press in, but I shut my mental door in its face. I was in the moment, and I’d stay in it. Jasper was here with me.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and shivers racked my body. Instead of moving farther down, he cupped my pussy with his hand. Desire cartwheeled through me. “I’m going to watch you come apart and then I’m going to clean you up with my tongue.”

He put his thumb on my clit, and I nearly shattered. “Jasper!”