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“Have you ever tested that?”
“What are we supposed to do, ask a bunch of preteen rockhounds to come out to the woods and hold hands with a strange woman while they touch a tree that’s on the edge of the cliff?”
“I guess not.”My mind was whirling.“And that’s your stone,” I said, pointing to the bracelet around his wrist.
His eyebrows went up.“How did you know?”
“It was obvious once I noticed.”I scooted closer so I could peer at his hand where it sat on the blanket.“How did you know that this was your stone?”
“I just knew.I found it when I was thirteen.chopping wood with Dominic.I was carrying a load of wood to the wheelbarrow, and I must have scuffed it up from the dirt.I’d walked that path a thousand times,” he said, “but it was never there for me until that day.”
I traced the yellow stone.It was less than an inch long, a chip of rock set in a narrow leather band around his wrist.“Is this citrine?”
“I think so.There’re a lot of different rocks around here, because of the glacial shifts.”
The stone was warm from his skin.“And you all have one of these?I noticed Micah and Flint were wearing bracelets too.”
“Some people wear them as necklaces,” he said.“The important thing is that it’s, ah, touching your skin.”
His voice sounded a little strangled.He was laid out on the blanket, his head propped up on the triangle of his arm.
“Are you okay?”
“I can feel you stroking it,” he said, licking his lips.The blue of his eyes was just a ring around pupils blown wide.
“Really?”Experimentally, I rubbed the stone with my thumb from top to bottom.His whole body tensed as he sucked in a breath.“Does it feel good or bad?”
He needed a shuddering breath before he could reply.“Good.Very good.”He pulled his hand out of mine and sat up, busily rolling down his sleeve.“I promised you explanations.”
I couldn’t quite take a full breath.“I actually understand this part pretty well,” I said, gesturing between us.“We’re attracted to each other.”
“Yes.”
The single word had heat swirling in my core.“I’m single.Are you single?”
“Yes.”
“Healthy?”
“Yes.”
What would Baltimore Edie be doing?Because I wanted to do the opposite.“Well, then, there’s only one part of this that doesn’t make sense to me.I don’t know why you aren’t kissing me brainless right now.”
He made a sound that was part laugh and part groan.“I’m trying to remember.I’m sure there was a reason.”
Impatient, I rolled up onto my knees, then swung my leg over his lap.He leaned back, surprised, but his hands immediately came to my waist to stabilize me.“Let me know when you figure out,” I said, then claimed his mouth with mine.
Finally.All I could think wasfinally.Since the moment he’d kept me from slamming the door in his face, a hot curl of need had been twisting inside me.When he’d kissed me last night, the curl had corkscrewed deep, and I couldn’t seem to get it out.Everything else in my life had gone topsy-turvy in the last week, and the only thing that still made sense was this undeniable, uncontrollable need.
His tongue tangled with mine, filling me with the taste of him.His hands were still at my waist, kneading my flesh with an enthusiasm that made it impossible for me to feel insecure about my soft stomach.Nearby, the birds were singing, oblivious to our desperate breaths and moans of pleasure.
Jasper dragged his mouth down my neck, pressing me closer to him.With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my jacket and yanked it off, leaving me in my T-shirt.Jasper made quick work of that, only taking his mouth off me for an instant as he ripped it over my head.I was wearing one of the strappy sports bras I used for yoga, which he seemed to find fascinating.He kneaded my breasts until my nipples were hard buds beneath the lycra material, then he sucked and bit at them through the fabric.
Groaning, I swayed into him, settling my hips heavily against his as I wrapped my legs around his back.I could feel the hard heat of him through my leggings, and I eagerly ground myself against him.He laid back, pulling me with him, then flipped us over so I was on my back with him over me.“Okay?”he panted.
“Yes.No.Take off your shirt,” I said.“I want to feel you.”
His eyes darkened as he unbuttoned his shirt, then widened as I pushed up just far enough to wiggle out of my sports bra.When his hands went to my bared breasts, I took over undoing his buttons, which became more difficult as he massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples.
