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Christ, they were only kisses! He’d done far more than that with the submissives at The Eros Pit over the years. Although not a single one of them had held his fascination this way until it grew into an obsession.
Jasper had to have her. Freya was enticing, engaging every one of his senses, and the fantasies he’d already had left his cock rock fucking hard. He’d taken to jacking off like a randy teen. He yearned to go dominant on her sweet ass and discover if she truly was submissive. The thought of being the first to train her in the lifestyle left him aching.
But even if she wasn’t submissive, he wanted her. That desire was the real reason he hadn’t called the cops the other day. It was why he had offered marriage. Because he wanted her, and he always got what he wanted.
The way she responded to his kiss…Jesus, he’d never had a woman react with such ardent passion.
He’d bet she did not know how much he craved her. That would change soon. Because the moment the vows were spoken and she was legally his, he had every intention of waging a seductive campaign until she was in his bed permanently.
Hell, the new clothes had been only the beginning of his crusade. Had he spent a small fortune? Aye. But he’d spend it all over again to watch the uninhibited joy on her face. Her smile had twisted his gut and left him hungering to do whatever it took to keep that expression on her gorgeous face. Her smile alone made him want to slay her enemies.
He chuckled to himself. Wouldn’t she be surprised when she learned he had Sage add bras, panties, pajamas, shoes, purses, watches, jewelry, and makeup. And he’d done it just so he could watch her surprised consternation. She didn’t want to be excited over the things he’d bought her. But he was starting to live for her smiles.
Bollocks. He had it so bad he’d even instructed Sage to add a full eight-piece luggage set for her and then another one for her kid. At least this way, when they left the cabin, they’d have a way to cart everything with them easily.
He poured another snifter of whiskey. Before he took a drink, the woman of the hour waltzed into the kitchen wearing one of her new pajama sets. She jolted when she spied him, halting her steps with uncertainty splashed across her gorgeous face.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still up.”
Jasper felt like a hungry lion who’d just come across his prey. His entire body tightened. His cock pressed against the confines of his jeans. He lifted the glass, acting for her sake so he didn’t petrify her, that he was seconds from pouncing. “I could say the same about you. Couldn’t sleep?”
“No.” Her hand clenched and unclenched nervously into fists. Like she wasn’t sure what to do since finding him here.
“It’s fine to be anxious. This has been a big week for us both. In a few short days, we’ll be married. Come have a drink with me, lass.” Jasper felt like the Big Bad Wolf attempting to entice Little Red Riding Hood into his lair so he could eat her.
She wore a nightgown and matching robe she haphazardly belted in eggshell white. The satin material made her skin glow, and her eyes were luminous in the low-lit room.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before she nodded. “Okay, you’re on.”
“There’s wine in the fridge.”
“I’d prefer the whiskey, if that’s all right.”
Fuck, she was killing him here. With every new aspect he learned about her, the more he was convinced she was bloody perfect. Too perfect for the likes of him, but he was a greedy bastard when there was something or someone he wanted. His lips curled up as he caressed her lithe form, not hiding his desire.
“I knew I liked you. Grab yourself a glass.” He jerked his chin toward the cabinet.
He studied her every move. The way the satin clung to her form. The toned legs he couldn’t wait to feel clasped around his waist while he pounded inside her. Fuck, he had it bad.
She was a tiny in stature, but stronger than any woman he’d ever met. And while she carried a heavy burden, she made it appear effortless.
She took the seat beside him at the table. The scent of her soap filled his nostrils, a subtle coconut, and it took everything inside him not to yank her onto his lap and find out if her cunt tasted as sweet as her mouth. He filled her glass first before he shifted so they were facing each other, and her legs were between his thighs. He fucking loved the intimacy. “Nervous about the wedding ceremony?”
“No,” she denied with a small shake of her head.
He cast an arched stare while he ached to run his fingers through her hair again.
He didn’t back down. And she finally blew out her breath and admitted the truth. “Okay, fine. I am a little worried and anxious. It’s just—it’s all happening so fast. And I don’t really know you. I mean, we discussed your family a bit, but I don’t know you other than that marrying me will gain you what I’m assuming is a sizable inheritance.”
Jasper internally winced at the white lie he’d used to get her to agree. He should come clean, but he bet she would run if he did. And he wanted her too badly to allow that to happen. “What would you like to know, lass? Ask away.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-three. My birthday is May fifth. I was born at Kingairloch Manor, my family’s estate on the west coast of Scotland.”
“A Cinco de Mayo birthday. That’s an auspicious day. What’s your favorite color?”
Americans and their need to turn every day into a holiday where drinking was the endgame, as if they needed an excuse to stop working and pour themselves a cold one. He would never understand the obsessive drive to work every bleeding minute of the day instead of enjoying life. “The Campbell plaid. Now you. When’s your birthday? And how old are you, lass?”
