“Jasper…” I groan.
“Right. Quick,” he replies, resuming his undress.
I watch with rapt attention as his jacket and flannel join our pile of clothes on the counter. For one more split second, I let myself admire him. The small silver chain that dusts his collar bones, the light dusting of black hair that covers his chest, and the small trail that runs from his naval to below his jeans, the ridges of muscle that cover his torso—ones that are built from years of hard work and training—and the intricate ink that covers his right arm. He’s—
“Better?”
“Perfect,” I reply. “Now get over here.”
“As you wish.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, grabbing his belt and slamming his body against mine.
Our mouths crash together again, but this time there’s so much heat between us it feels like we’re about to burst into flames. Our kisses are rushed now. They’re rough. Biting. Harsh. And god do I love it.
Jasper’s teeth tug at my bottom lip as his fingers undo the button of my jeans, then the zipper. “Are you wet for me, Abigail?”
“Yes, Jasper.”
“Good.” Another quick kiss. “Turn around. Hands on the counter.”
I do as he says. My eyes are glued to him through the mirror. His pupils blow wide as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. My arousal curls deep in my belly as I watch him stroke his cock, his head tipping back on a moan, and I find myself wanting to run my tongue along the muscles in his neck. A second later, he fists the sides of my jeans and wiggles them and my panties down just until they get past my ass. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, Abbie Girl. So eager and ready for me. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Jasper,” I pant.
“Shit,” he hisses. “I-I don’t have a condom.”
I shake my head. “I’m on the shot. Haven’t had sex with anyone in years.”
His brows pinch. “What about Law—”
“We didn’t have sex. Not yet,” I clarify. But then I quickly wonder if those two words were the wrong thing to say.
But instead of anger, Jasper’s eyes narrow, and he exhales a shaky breath. “I get to have you like this first?” he asks.
“Yes, Jasper.” It feels like the fifth time I’ve uttered those two words in as many minutes, but I can’t find it in me to say anything else. Because IknowI’ll gladly repeat them over and over again.
“Fuck, Red,” he groans while fisting his cock with one hand and squeezing my hip with the other. “You can’t tell me things like that.”
“Why not?” My body tenses as I feel the head of his cock against my pussy.
“Because—” He slips his cock through my folds, coating it in my arousal, and I let my head fall forward with a groan. “Nuh-uh, Red. You’re going to look at me while I fuck you.” He notches his cock at my entrance and uses that hand to gather a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look at him through the mirror. “Because there’s nothing better than coming in first.”
Before I can think of something smart to say, Jasper slams his hips forward and steals the breath from my lungs. “God, Jasper.”
He leans his body forward until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. “I can be whoever you want me to be, Abbie Girl. As long as you’re mine.”
“Yours, Jas. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” Jasper slides out of me slowly, giving me a second to catch my breath. “Ready?”
There are no words. Not even a simple three letters, so I just nod my head and brace my palms against the counter as he thrusts home again. My hips bite against the counter, and I relish the fact that I’ll have bruises there tomorrow.
Jasper’s tempo stays steady as he thrusts in and out of me. “You feel so fucking good, Abbie. So tight. So wet. So fucking good.”
“Yes, Jasper.”
“Music to my fucking ears.”
