“Yes, I’m aware,” he laughed lightly, almost amused. “It was so hard to not go over to that table to save you from the scary world. It didn’t help matters when I moved in with Grams here, and you were right there. Wide eyed, afraid, and so open.
“You’ve always been the one, tormenting me even when I knew I shouldn’t want you. My girlfriend saw it, too. Which is why we broke-up. She knew I wasn’t happy with her. And, she knew what I wanted.”
“What do you want?” I dared to ask, I dared to hope.
“A boy. One whose wants, and needs, a helping hand. Like reminders to eat. A boy who is an adult that can function just fine, butwantsme to set limits, and rules and make choices when the world becomes too much.
“I adore Noah, but I don’t want someone who runs their mouth and brats off. I want a sweet boy who loves cuddles, and slowly shows who they are to me after I prove my trust to them.”
“Noah’s right, then.”
“About what, exactly?”
“You're what he calls …. a …. uh…daddy?”
“Kinda.” Jasper shifted me, putting me to where I sat wrapped around him. “Sure, I have daddy tendencies, but that’s just a name, which I don’t need. I like rules and structures. I likehelping others. But, what do you know about Doms, daddies, or that stuff in general?”
“Not much. Books are…not too clear.”
Amused, Jasper pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Books are very inaccurate most of the time. But I’ll be happy to send you a list of some that are pretty spot on. But I promise, I’m not into spankings, dildos or other sex toys. I’m not into sex as a whole all that often, to be frank. I like one on one time, like this, the most. And cuddles are always the best way to go.”
“I like cuddles.”
That was easier to focus on than sex toys or sex in general.
“I know, little dove. You can have them any time you want.”
“I’m not like Noah, though. I don’t…color or play.” I had no interest in doing so. Maybe with only Noah, if he dragged me into it, though.
“Which is perfectly fine. He’s definitely what people in the BDSM lifestyle call a little. He likes it, but it’s not for everyone. Just like Asher, he likes to kneel for his dom. It quiets the crazy of life. You like to bake, and be held and loved.”
I nodded, trying to not fall to pieces over one simple word.
“You also like stuffed animals, and soft things. And so many other things. It's what makes you, you.”
“I do.”
I also liked the man I was currently sitting on.
“This is the talk I wanted to have,” Jasper mused, moving his hand to cup around my jawline instead of my cheek. His eyes flashed to my lips before they went back to my eyes. “I wanted to tell you how much I adored you, how much I wanted to try to be more than friends. But things didn’t work out then. Do you think you’d be up to giving it a try now?”
Yes, a million times. I wanted to say so much, but all I could do was nod twice in a quick session.
Maybe, I’d have gotten the words out if Jasper didn’t instantly press his lips to mine, so softly, like I was a piece of china.
His lips were soft, breath warm, as he pressed again, letting his lips linger against my own for a moment before backing away.
“Thank you, little dove.”
Why was he thanking me?
“For trusting me enough.”
Oh, well, my heart knew what it wanted. Apparently, it had a mind of its own, pressing against his and seeking out his lips without my consent.
I pressed against him, seeking everything I could possibly take. I didn’t care that my dick was growing too quickly. I didn’tcare that the door was opened behind us, and that there were too many people in the house.
All I wanted, right then and there, was Jasper and his kisses. I wanted to consume him. Or him to consume me.
