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Hell, yes you do. Just let him make the ache go away and then go worry about what everything means later. Don't overthink this.

He nipped my clavicle. "Are you still with me?"

I gave a little squeak of alarm. "Yes, I'm ready."

"You're not still thinking about him, are you?"

"Thinking about who?"

He grinned at that. "Right answer."

And then he tossed me on the bed.

I gave a very un-ladylike squeak as I bounced. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Jasper!"

He grinned then unsnapped the button of his jeans and eased down his zipper.

I licked my lips nervously as I watched him. All I could do was take in the show that was him. His skin was flushed, and his gaze was locked steady on mine as he pulled his jeans down. No boxers.

I was weak. I a hundred percent looked. And when I did, my mouth fell open in surprise and a little bit of determination.

"You keep looking at me like that, and I'm likely to think you want to put me in your mouth."

All I could do was swallow hard around the sawdust on my tongue. Ididwant to put him in my mouth. Jesus.

When he started crawling toward me on the bed, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of panic. I wanted to flee. But he caught my ankle too quickly and tugged me under him. "Oh no, I'm not going to hurt you. You can tell me to stop at any time. You're not going to just run, though. You're going to use your words and tell me what you want."

I blinked up owlishly at him. How the hell was I supposed to use my words? Jesus Christ. Did I have words? Between my thighs, I could feel the pressing length of him. He was huge. That was the only way to describe him. Fucking huge.

He brushed his lips over mine, and this time they were soft, pleading. The question was in the kiss. Is this okay? Do you want to go? And I knew he would let me go immediately. He didn't want to, but he would let me go.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he grunted softly as I deliberately brought him in closer contact with me.

"You are shockingly strong." He whispered against my skin, and I gave him a little squeeze with my thighs. He pulled back, choking out a laugh.

"Okay, you're impatient. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes, I'm impatient."

"Fair enough. Let's get rid of these clothes."

He pulled back, and I mourned the loss of his weight, the sweet, delicious pressure of it. The heat, the feeling of being cocooned and safe.

He started to tug my dress up and over my shoulders. His hands slid up my legs, pausing at the edge of my knickers. His gaze lifted to mine, and on his brow was a silent question. All I could do was bite my bottom lip, nod, and sputter out, "Yes. Oh God, please, yes, yes, yes."

He slid the fabric aside, sliding his fingers inside me. And then he cursed. He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forward and dropping his forehead to mine. "You're so wet. Jesus Christ." I heard the hitch in his voice, begging for control. Then his thumb stroked over my clit. I bowed my back, reaching for him, pulling him down to kiss me, inviting his fingers. He added another one as his thumb slid in quick, rapid lashes over my clit, and I knew that this was going to be fast and rough and dirty, and I was going to go off like a rocket.

With a frustrated growl, he tore his lips from mine and pulled his fingers from me before yanking down my knickers and throwing them over his shoulder.

One hand slid behind my back, and with a quick snap of his fingers, my bra unlatched. My eyes went wide in surprise, and he just chuckled before kissing down my ribs and my belly, pausing just over my mound. His gaze drew up my body and met mine as he cocked his head. "God, just looking at you makes me weak."

Fucking hell, he was going to destroy me. I could feel it. I wanted him so badly I couldn't breathe. When he planted his mouth over my sex, I screamed, "Oh my God. Oh my Goooood!"

I could have sworn I heard him snarl, but he kept his mouth right where it was, his gaze not meeting mine, though it kept flickering to the bedside table.

"Do you need to get that?"

He scowled at me like I had asked him something wicked. The phone did a trilling sound again.

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