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When I finally opened the last button, I let his shirt fall open so I could rub my hands over his strong chest.He sat up to strip it off.As I reared up to lay a kiss on his thundering heart, he wadded up the shirt and tucked it under my head like a pillow.
My speeding heart skittered out of rhythm as tenderness washed over me.Wanting him made perfect sense—there was no way I’d give up the chance to explore that body.But loving him…loving him would be a terrible mistake.If I loved him, it would tear me in half to leave him behind.But I couldn’t stay without leaving half of me with my mother in Baltimore.
So, I wouldn’t fall in love with him.It was just a kind gesture, polite concern for my comfort.It didn’t mean have to mean anything other than that.
I pulled him down, desperate to lose myself in the heat again.He obliged, bracing himself over my body so he could lavish attention on my breasts.He squeezed them together, raking both nipples with his teeth as he massaged the flesh.“You’re incredible,” he murmured.“I can’t stop touching you.”
“Don’t,” I panted.“Touch me more.Touch me here,” I said, pressing my hips up insistently.
“Yes,” he moaned, his teeth against my neck.He settled himself beside me and pushed my body flat against the ground when I tried to follow.“Stay there.”The stone in his bracelet caught the sunlight as he ran his hand down the center of my body.“You want me to touch you here?”he asked, his hand pausing at the waistband of my pants.
“A little further,” I gasped.
He grinned and slid his hand under the fabric, brushing the top of my mons through my panties.“How about here?”
I shifted my hips, trying to ease the want.“More,” I insisted.“Please.”
“Oh, I get it,” he said, cupping my center.“You want me to touch you here.”
I moaned and lifted my hips.The searing heat of his hand, the pressure of his palm, took me close but not close enough.Impatient, I shoved my legging and panties down below my ass.“Touch me here,” I said, pressing his fingers inside me with an insistent grip on his wrist.
I cried out.A startled flock of birds rose from the trees behind us, the beat of their wings as wild as the thrumming pulse of energy inside me.All hint of teasing was gone from Jasper’s face as he pumped his fingers inside me.In my dream, he’d stretched me to my limits.It had scared me.Now, I wanted to chase those limits, wanted to beg for more.I would have if he hadn’t kissed me.The taste of him sent me hurtling over the edge of orgasm.
He bit my lip hard, his whole body rigid as the tension in me slid away.
Then he yanked himself away from me, spinning to his feet.His broad back spread as he took shaky breaths.I saw, to my amusement, that he had a wolf’s paw tattooed next to his shoulder blade.“Are we stopping?”I said, still too languid to stand.
“We have to,” he said.Why did he sound so angry?“I have to—We’re outside.Anyone could come here.”
“Is that likely?”I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows.My breasts were still tingling from his attention.“It seems like there’s no one around for miles.”He still wasn’t looking at me.“Is there a problem?”
“Problem?”He whirled around, took me in as I lay on the ground with my pants around my knees.As if he couldn’t help himself, he rubbed his hand over the front of his tented jeans.“Fuck.Yes, the problem is that I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”
“I don’t see how that’s a problem.”Baltimore Edie was never so forward.This powerful need could have been a reaction to my grief over my father, or my surprise at the existence of shifters, or just the freedom of being in a new and exciting place.Whatever the cause, it was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
I came up to my knees, leaving my pants around my thighs.“Please,” I said, running my hands over his erection through his jeans.“Please let me give this back to you.”
I hardly even knew what I meant.Even though I’d just eaten, I felt dizzy and desperate, the way I do when I accidentally skip a meal.I needed to touch him, I needed to take him into me, I needed to feel the completeness of our bodies together.
Jasper’s hands were flexing, but he didn’t stop me as I jerked open the buttons of his fly and dropped his pants so they pooled around his ankles.His cock pressed against the black cotton of his boxer briefs.I ignored it for a moment, remembering how he’d teased me.Instead, I massaged his heavy thighs and ran kissed along his waistband, nipping at the muscle that ran over his hip bone.
He was taking deep breaths and had his hands clenched on his hips.He was trying to hold back.But just as I wanted him to take me past my limits, I wanted to take him there too.
I pressed my mouth over the head of his cock and breathed hot air through the fabric of his underwear.He moaned and adjusted his stance, as if his knees had gone weak.Progress.I slowly dragged the fabric down, licking my lips as his cock sprang out.
Baltimore Edie was probably stuck in traffic right now.
With a purr of pleasure, I took him in my hand.Though his erection was rock hard, the skin on his shaft was silky smooth.He was breathing harsh and fast now, his blue eyes fixed on my every move.On the edge of the cliff, the tree danced in the wind, almost as if it was watching too.
Let it watch, I thought recklessly.The alchemy of this place was working on me.I’d never felt so bold, so certain, so desired.Though I was on my knees, Jasper was the one with worship in his eyes.When I closed my lips over the head of his cock and took him deep in a long slide of suction, his moan sounded like a prayer.
His hands jumped from his hips to my shoulders, and I smiled around his cock.“I’m not going to last,” he warned.
“Why would I want you to?”I licked around his head, then plunged down for another stroke.
“Can I touch your hair?”he gasped.
As if an hour in a helmet and twenty minutes rolling around on the ground hadn’t already destroyed any semblance of a style.There was the pulse of tenderness again, and a tickle of something that felt more like affection than lust.“Sure,” I said, determined to keep it light.
I expected him to plunge his hands into my hair and angle my head exactly where he wanted it.That sort of roughness can be fun, so I was ready for it, but also ready to let him know when he’d gone too far.
Instead, he carefully selected one of my curls and toyed with it in his fingers.He sighed with pleasure, as if he’d been waiting to twine my hair around his fingers since the moment we met.
Tenderness swamped me again, and this time I let myself feel it.I let him see me feeling it when I looked up into his eyes, and I saw it echoed back at me.
Unable to resist, I plunged my hand into my pants to soothe the achy need that had risen again.Recklessness had consumed me now.When Jasper saw what I was doing, he bit his lip and moaned.Now his hands tugged at my hair, just hard enough to make sensation ricochet from my head to my core.I had my other hand on him, stroking at the same rhythm I was stroking myself.
“Edie,” he breathed, “I’m going to--”
I nodded and redoubled my efforts, using my fist to stroke the parts of his cock I couldn’t reach with my mouth.Finally, his hands clamped on my head, and I welcomed the roughness now as he rocked onto his toes with pleasure.The sound of him groaning as he filled my mouth took me over.
