She moaned in return. “Take me, Jasper.”
“Yes,” he ground out.
Raw need thrummed through his veins, and he lifted her bodily and deposited her on the edge of his writing table. Her legs widened to accommodate him as he stepped between them. The head of his cock rubbed between her delicate folds, and Maria gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
“Now,” she breathed. “Please, Jasper.”
He leaned in to nuzzle and tongue the soft skin of her neck as he slid two fingers inside her.
“You’re ready for me, love,” he groaned.
Sliding out, he coated his impossibly hard cock with her essence to ease the way, and then he pressed into her.
Her lips sought his, and he greedily took them, tangling his tongue with hers as he thrust. He cupped and squeezed her arse, before guiding her legs higher on his hips to allow for deeper penetration.
She gasped into his mouth. The musky scent of their coupling hung in the air, driving his need higher. His climax was building fast, so he slid his hand between them, found the little cleft among her folds that he knew would give her the greatest pleasure, and circled it with his thumb.
Her breath stuttered, and a keening cry came from deep inside her as she clutched at his back and shoulders, urging him faster with the heels of her feet.
“Oh Jasper,” she moaned. “Jasper!”
The sounds of their slapping flesh, heavy breathing, and passionate grunts echoed through his bedchamber, driving him even further toward the edge.
“Come for me, love,” he urged.
He continued to swirl his thumb, then arched her over his arm and bent to take one of her pert nipples into his mouth in a hard suckle. And with that, her head fell back on a silent cry, her body tensing beneath his as her sweet flesh pulsed around him.
“Fuck,” he said gutturally.
With three more thrusts, he withdrew and spilled his seed in hot jets over her belly and inner thigh.
“My God, Maria,” he breathed into her neck.
He nuzzled her soft, warm skin and breathed in her fragrance of books and ink mixed with the musk of their sex. A shudder ran through him, spreading gooseflesh over his skin.
Being married to Maria would surely be the same, but better: having long discussions over the dining table, breakfasting together in his bright morning room, satisfying their every desire at all hours, kissing at their leisure, lying abed in each other’s arms, finishing inside her enveloping heat?—
The thought stilled him, and his discussion with Thomas came rushing back through his mind. Hewantedthat image of his future, but he was unsure if Maria felt the same. His heart gave a pang, and the realization hit him full in the chest: he was in love with Maria.
CHAPTER21
Jasper’s arms tightened around her, and Maria smiled into his shoulder, her body replete.
“Are you well?” she asked softly, stroking the hard muscles of his back.
He pressed a kiss beneath her ear, and then helped her to her feet. “Of course.”
His blue-and-brown gaze bore into her before slipping down toward the ropey lines of his seed that were slowly sliding down her skin. With a muttered apology and a flare of heat in his gaze, Jasper strode to the washbasin across the room to dip and wring out a wash cloth.
Maria marvelled at the way his naked body moved, his muscles and tendons bunching and stretching beneath his skin, his now-flaccid member and testicles swaying and bouncing, and delectable dimples forming in each cheek of his rear end. Those dimples reminded her markedly of the ones on his face. He was utterly distracting, and entirely beautiful.
Returning to her side, he tenderly wiped her clean.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her chest swelling with warmth.
“Of course.” He offered her a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I think we ought to have a discussion.”
Maria’s stomach wobbled. “Ought we?”Will he take this moment to plan his jilting of me?
