Page 75 of Dandelion Sighs

I wasn’t a girl who liked to go down on a guy. I hated the feeling of obligation. The quid pro quo of it all. But when it came to Jasper, the eagerness was endless. He was a giving man. Generous. He took so much off my shoulders that I just wanted to give him pleasure.

I wrapped my lips around him and licked across the crown. His salty flavor was now familiar. His taste was imprinted on me, and there was a sadness that paired with that thought I couldn’t dwell on right now. I knew what this was, and I was okay with it.

I was.

“I wish you could see what I see.” His legs tensed under me, and he propped himself up on his elbows. “Mouth stretched wide and that ass in the air.”

My pussy clenched. I moaned against him.

“Fuck, Sheridan. Do it again.”

I hummed this time, and a groan slipped from him.

“Just like that.” His breathing grew louder. “I’ll be quiet, but, boss, you’re going to have to bury your face in a pillow when I have my turn with you.”

Nerves tickled the inside of my belly. I was in charge, yet I would still turn myself over to him in a heartbeat. But I wasn’t done.

I let him go with a pop. “I want to ride you.”

“I’m all yours.”

The way he pinned me with his stare gave me pause. There was a weight to his words that wasn’t usually there. He was all mine—for now.

I rose to my knees and snatched up the condom. I rolled it on him. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I shoved my pajama bottoms down and kicked them off. Then I climbed back onto him, trapping his erection between our bodies. I was supposed to be taking my time, but there was an urgency inside me that I couldn’t shake. He’d all but asked me to move in. It was temporary.

He was saving me again. A strong, capable man. A man who was under me, letting me do whatever I wanted. A little sense of power for a time when I had no idea what the next month would bring. I pushed his shirt higher.

“Do you want it off?” His body was insane. Would a guy who lacked a lot of ambition in life have a body like his? Jasper didn’t quit. All day long.

He could be planning to build a competing resort. Didn’t mean he was for me.

“Leave the shirt.” I didn’t need to feel more inadequate than I did. Between the two of us, I had the better job, for now, and he had a better place to live.

Enough of this. I rocked against him. He was placed perfectly for not being inside me, rubbing against my clit. His jeans dug into my thighs. The bite of pain made this thing between us more grounded. With the way my head rose right to the clouds when I was with him, the constant reminder of my reality was good.

Like the idea that I could keep doing this and not get attached. A real fantasy. Or the assumption that I could stay at his place and not convince myself that it was one step closer to a real relationship. A real proposal.

Hope threatened to grow, so I shifted and placed him at my entrance. He gripped my thighs, his body rigid. He could take over so easily. Cover my concerns with pleasure and that would be all.

Could I do that for both of us? For myself at the very least?

I sank down on him. The fullness, the way he hit all the right spots, was exactly why I shouldn’t keep doing this. Yet the way I felt, like what had been missing a lot of my adult life was put into place, kept me doing it. Jasper fit me in so many ways, it scared me.

Nothing more than sex. I could be everything I needed.

He groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes.” I rode him, my thighs gripping his sides, a delicious burn setting in. I could be self-sufficient, but these types of orgasms were something only Jasper could do.

“Take everything you need.”

I increased the pace. Pressure built inside me, filling all those empty spaces I’d carried for so long. Could I stay right here? Full and complete and not yet spent? I hadn’t exploded yet, but it was right there. The certainty that I would finish with Jasper was also there. I rose, floating. All I had to do was be in this moment where everything was right and going to plan.

“Jasper,” I gasped.