The bar noise fades. All the deep voices. The music. And so does everything else. Lawson. Last night. The worry about what the four of them will think of me. All of it disappears beneath the way Jasper is kissing me, like I’m oxygen and he’s been drowning. All I know is Jasper. His heat. His strength. The way his hands tremble just slightly where they hold me, betraying how close he is to losing control.
And there isn’t a single part of me that wants him to stop.
Not now.
Not ever.
His forehead rests against mine for half a second, breath ragged, chest heaving. I can feel how badly he’s holding himself back—how much fear and want are tangled up inside him—and it only pulls me closer. My hands slide up his neck, thumbs brushing his jaw, grounding him in the way I was hoping to when I walked in here.
He kisses me again, slower this time, but no less intense. I melt between him and the door as he memorizes the shape of my mouth. And when he wraps his hand around the side of my throat, thumb brushing beneath my jaw, my fingers tug at the hair along the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, Red,” he groans.
“I’ve always hated when people called me that,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. “But something about the way you say it… it’s just—”
“Sexy, right?” he interrupts, cocky grin now covering his face. “What can I say, Abbie Girl, I practically ooze raw sex appeal.”
I can’t help it. I tip my head back and laugh at his ridiculousness, my insides warming now that he has a smile on his face. “Hey, Jas?”
“Yeah, Red?”
“Shut up and fuck me already?”
“Hmmmm, that’s twice today I’ve gotten to hear that feisty little mouth of yours. I’m a big fan.”
“Good.” I place a quick but eager kiss on his lips as he still holds me against the door. “Then put it to good use already.”
“We don’t have time to do this the way I want to, Abigail.” His words say one thing, but his body’s telling an entirely different story—both in the hardness I feel pressing against me and the way one of his hands impatiently pulls down the zipper of my jacket.
Wanting him to hear me when I say what I’m about to say, I grab his jaw in my hand, the scruff of his beard tickling my palm. “I don’t care, Jasper. I’m not going to break. You guys don’t need to be so gentle with me. I’m not made of glass.”
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “No. No, you sure are not.”
“So I’m going to say this one more time. Fuck. Me. Jasper.”
A wild smile blooms across his face. “Yes, ma’am.” He kisses me quickly on the lips. “Better hold on, Abbie Girl.”
A split second later, my feet are back on the ground, Jasper’s and my jacket are being tossed on the sink, and I’m being walked backward until my ass hits the ledge of the countertop. “Quick or not, you’re going to let me see this body. Arms up.”
I don’t hesitate as I raise my arms over my head. A shiver rolls through my body as Jasper’s knuckles drag against my torso as he lifts my sweater and long-sleeved shirt over my head before tossing them on top of our jackets, careful not to let anything fall on the floor.
“Jasper,” I moan as his mouth quickly works its way down my neck and over my chest, tickling the already sensitive skin from where Lawson had his face last night.
“So fucking soft,” he murmurs before his hands reach around my back. “Can I take this off?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
In one swift move, Jasper unhooks my bra and slides it down my arms. He steps back for a moment to admire me. We must look so ridiculous, me in only jeans and boots, with Jasper still dressed head to toe. “At least give me something to look at?”
“My handsome face not enough for you, Red?” he asks before palming his cock through his jeans.
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
He tips his head back in laughter. “As you wish.”
I snort. “Ha. Okay, Westley.”
He stills as he slides his flannel down his arms. “Fuck yes.Princess Bride. Great fucking movie.”
