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“It’s something I want to do. I was going to review you from the start. And I’ll still be honest.”
“You’re amazing.” He put a finger beneath her chin and tipped her face toward him. Her breath stalled as he stared down at her. “I’m going to kiss you again. Possibly with tongue this time. You’ve been warned.”
She wet her lips, her heartbeat jumping into her throat. “To seal the deal?”
“No, because I want to kiss you like I did last night and not have to pretend it’s because of a scene.” Then he leaned down and closed the last of the space between them.
The feel of his mouth on hers was nothing like the chaste kiss from a minute ago. This one had intent, purpose, promise of more things to come. Desire wound through her bloodstream like a drug, making her limbs go heavy. She let out a soft whimper against Jasper’s mouth, the tension in her body unwinding. He slowly backed her up against the counter and slid a hand to the nape of her neck as he deepened the kiss. His tongue parted her lips, and her hands tracked further up his chest, his taut muscles flexing beneath the fabric. Her fingers curled. His T-shirt was soft and warm in her hands as she gripped it, holding him in place, only half-believing that this was actually happening.
His tongue stroked against hers, and he made his own sound of pleasure as he clasped her neck with gentle pressure and aligned his body with hers. When she shifted, she felt the hard length of him against her hip and gasped. A rush of sensation went through her. Any lingering doubt she’d been harboring about his attraction to her burned up in the electric space between them. Hewantedher. No. He wantedher.
Enough that he’d been willing to sacrifice a review that could bring his group a lot of attention.
Riding a surge of bravery, she let her hands track down and slip beneath the hem of his T-shirt. The smooth heat of his bare skin branded her fingertips, the muscles in his abdomen flexing against her touch. She had the sudden, intense desire to lick along the path her fingers traced, to know the taste of his skin. She resisted. Barely.
There’d be time for that. There’d be time foreverything. The thought sent a wash of pleasure and hot anticipation through her, her body going slick and needy at the possibilities.
Jasper broke away from the kiss but only to move to a spot along her jaw. “You ache to be touched?” he asked, voice roughened. He pressed his mouth softly along her jawline and then to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Like here?”
“Yes,” she answered in a whisper, her head tilting back, her belly fluttering.
He kissed down her neck, along her collarbone. “And here?”
“So many places,” she said, her nails scraping gently over his stomach.
His hand traced up her side slowly beneath the hem of her shirt, giving her time to stop him. When she didn’t, he continued higher and cupped her breast, the thin lace of her bra doing nothing to shield her from the heat of his touch. His thumb circled over her nipple just as he pressed his lips against her throat. She groaned from deep inside her gut.
Her body was on fire. Throbbing. Aching. Ready.
“Jesus,” she said, breathless. The stroke of his thumb over her nipple, the heat of his palm cupping her breast, the hard length of him pressed against her were like an avalanche to her system, every nerve ending activating, her skin hypersensitive. It’d been so long. So. Long.Years.Since a guy had touched her like this. The sensations overwhelmed her, shooting straight downward and lighting up every deprived part of her.Please. Please. Please.Every cell of her being was begging for relief. Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily. Her breath quickened in a very specific way.
Holy hell.
That couldn’t be what it felt like, right? That was impossible. But she felt on the verge of something, overwhelmed by the sensations. “Jasper. Please.”
She had no idea what she was asking of him. Just that she neededsomething.
Jasper shifted his position and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and his erection pressed against the apex of her thighs, right where she needed the pressure. Hard. Thick. Hot. The cotton of her shorts and panties did nothing to blunt the reaction. Something inside her detonated, and she let out a sharp cry as her body spasmed in places he hadn’t touched yet. She gripped the waistband of his jeans, holding on as the sensation rumbled through her and her knees went weak.Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
She held on, swallowing down the louder sounds that tried to escape, and Jasper lifted his head, surprise on his face. “Hollyn?”
She turned her face away, embarrassed, as she tried to discreetly pant her way through the last vestiges of the orgasm and not rut her hips against him like some animal in heat. “I… It’s hot in here.”
He blinked. “Did you just…”
Her hands slipped from his waistband. “I think I need some air.”
He released her and took a step back, but she still couldn’t look at him—especially at the impressive outline in his jeans. Her body gave another jolt.God.Was she so deprived of touch that a guy copping a feel could send her over the edge?
She looked down, trying to come up with something to say.
“You came,” Jasper said, almost in wonder.
“Jasper,” she warned, her gaze firmly on a spot on the floor.
He reached out and took her hand. “Hey.” He wiggled her arm playfully. “Look at me.”
She flexed her jaw and turned her head. Her facial tics were going wild. She probably looked like a rabbit having a seizure. “Can we not… Can we just…move on?”
