I used to think getting lost in his work was unhealthy because he would become oblivious to his surroundings, much like today. But sometimes the beauty outweighs thecost.
“I miss it.”
“Wait, you miss me arguing with you? I don’t understand,” I say, clearly very confused.
Jasper places his hands on my shoulders before sliding them down my chest and around my waist. The feel of his hands on me settles the uneasiness that’s been building since he didn’t pick up the phone.
“I miss the pull. The back and forth. Watching you get all riled up turns me on. Of course, let’s be real. Your dick covered in frosting also turns me on.”
I let out a chuckle. “You still get me riled up. That will never change.” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “And seeing you on your knees for me also turns me on, even when my dickiscovered in frosting.” I cup his jaw, his eyes locking with mine. “And if you want me to argue with you, Jasper, you just have to say so.”
“Billy’s been calling me. He wants me to go cliff jumping,” he says.
Well, now he wants to argue.
I rear my head back, eyes going wide. “Jasper, what the fuck? Do you know how dangerous that is? There have been wind advisories for the last three days. Old Mr. Henderson didn’t tie his boat up tight enough. It broke loose this morning and drifted a mile down the coast before crashing into the cliffs out by mile marker fourteen. This all according to the local gossip committee, which sometimes comes in handy… like right now.”
He smirks.
I roll my eyes.
“You see, Olly,” he says, dragging his finger down my chest. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions.” I swallow thickly.
This is how he wants to play this.Ok, Olly, don’t let his sexiness distract you. “Oh, I’m well aware you are averygrown man who can make his own decisions. That’s why I’m giving you other options instead of cliff jumping.”
“Oh, and what are my options?”
“Well,” I slowly walk him backward. “You have a couple to choose from. We can sit and have a lovely conversation about how you’re really feeling about your heart.”
He scrunches his nose at me. Thought so.
“Or I can make you come so hard you see stars, needing the breath from my own lungs just to breathe.”
Jasper frantically shakes his head. “Yes, that one! I want that one.” When his knees finally hit the edge of the bed, I give him a little shove. He falls back onto the mattress with a high-pitched squeal and a peal of laughter.
“Okay, I’ll give you option B, but hear me when I say this conversation about your health and your so-called friends isn’t over, Jasper.”
He smirks at me before pulling that sexy bottom lip of his between his teeth. I’m a goner. His chest is covered in paint and his hair is all a mess, his jeans splashed with every color of the rainbow. He looks like every man’s wet dream. He looks like my wet dream.
“Whatever you say, Olly,”
“Jasper…” I groan, and my cock thickens at seeing him look so unhinged.
I kneel on the bed, pulling my shirt up over my head, tossing it behind me before slowly crawling up his body. “I mean it, baby, this conversation isn’t over.”
“Yes, whatever you want. I’ll tell you everything.”
He stills beneath me.
Someday, Jasper Valintine, someday you will show me everything and I can finally prove to you I’ll stay.
I grab his arms, pulling them over his head and kiss him soundly. My fingers lace through his and he groans, the sound choked and desperate, vibrating against my chest. It sends a bolt of pleasure down my spine, taking hold of my cock as it strains against the fabric of my jeans.
I really hate jeans.
I nip at his jawline and suck on the sensitive spot behind his ear.
“Tell me what you want, baby. What do you need?”
