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I release her nipple with a pop and drag my lips across her chest, up the delicate skin of her neck and jaw until our mouths are fused. A tiny moan of frustration escapes her when I evade the hands that reach for my cock.

“Jasper,” she whines.

“There’s no rush, honey, we’ve got all night,” I whisper into her mouth, only to be met with a moan. “You’ve been driving me crazy all afternoon with those breasts rising and falling under that thin shirt, and the smell of you filling the car. It’s your turn for a little edging.”

Because if she’d touched me at any time this afternoon, I probably would have blown like a thirteen-year-old with a vintage copy of Sports Illustrated. It was a good thing I was wearing an ancient pair of jeans and a loose shirt; otherwise, the guys who searched the car at the border crossing would have had something to talk about for the rest of the day other than Wally’s brother and his mates.

A frustrated groan escapes, but by the way her legs open wider, and her head tips back still further, I can tell she’s not entirely against the plan.

I straighten and sit back on my heels, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking her delicious moisture off them before slipping them back inside her.

Again and again, I bring her to the brink.

Her entire body is flushed with need.

My cock is throbbing. Leaking. Aching to sink into her tight heat.

The only illumination is the flames of the nearby fire.

Our images reflect on the windows. I turn her head so she can watch, but her eyes roll back in her head.

I can’t hold out much longer, but I’m not quite ready to concede.

She’s gone from quivering to shaking. Gasps and moans accompany the wet, sucking sounds as my fingers work her pussy.

Releasing her hip, I continue to pleasure her while I reach up for the sparkling wine on the table. The icy liquid fizzes as I dribble it down from her chest to her mound. I gently press the neck of the bottle to the top of her opening, tipping it so a little of the wine runs across her folds, down her thighs.

“Oh, dear God,” Louise pants. Her eyes fly open. I grin as I bring the bottle to my mouth, tasting her juices and the wine together. And damn if she doesn’t open her legs a little wider, dropping her knees to the side.

That’s all the invitation I need. I swing those gorgeous legs over my shoulders and drop my face to feast on her flesh. On her juice.

The time for edging—for both of us—is over.

Chapter Thirty-One

Louise

The orgasm that finally roars through me when Jasper sucks the champagne off my pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The contrast of his hot mouth and the cold champagne, which he continues to dribble over me, has me convulsing. I’m shaking so hard my teeth are knocking together. And yet he keeps going. Keeps sucking. Nipping. Licking.

It’s an eternity before the shaking subsides, leaving me utterly eviscerated. Unable to move. I can’t even open my eyes. My pulse throbs in every cell of my body, all the way to the ends of my hair.

“You okay there, honey?” Even over the pounding in my ears, I can hear the satisfaction in Jasper’s voice.

“Ungh,” is all I can manage to verbalise.

He presses his lips to my forehead. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

I’m drifting somewhere between sleep and a coma when he returns and slides his arms under my knees and shoulders.

Cradled against the lean muscles of his chest it’s only now I realise there was probably no release for him.

“What … you … didn’t …” I mumble against his sweat-slicked chest. And somehow he manages to understand what I’m not saying.

“Don’t worry about me. Like I said, we have all night. Once we get you revived, I’ll get mine.”

Right now I can’t imagine sitting up, let alone engaging in more Olympic-level sex. But as he lowers me into the swirling waters of the bath he’s running, and the smell of lemon myrtle and sandalwood surrounds me, I manage to open my eyes.

The sight of him naked, still fully aroused, is enough to revive even the swooningest of women. Add a glass of the same icy sparkling wine that’s just been wiped off my body with a busy tongue, and by the time he turns off the bath taps, I’m able to construct a full sentence.