Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I tug him close. His hard, muscly chest melds against mine.
“You would’ve thought I was lying.”
“Probably.” He nods.
“We had a good thing going. I didn’t want to ruin it,” I confess.
“Had? Do you think this thing is over?”
“I hope not…” I trail off.
Fire burns hot in Jasper’s eyes. It jumps between us, simmering in my veins. One look from this man and I’m a puddle.
The sweet smell of bergamot overwhelms me. It’s so Jasper that I’ll never be able to smell it and not think of this man.
This strong and sexy man who finally knows who I am.
Jasper brushes a lock of hair out of my face before dropping his lips to my ear. “Are you a cat?”
I burst out laughing. “Are you feline a connection?”
“I think it broke the ice.”
“It definitely did.”
Jasper stares down at me, his eyes moving all over my face. “It’s hard to believe it’s you. That you’re in my arms. I’ve dreamt about this.”
“Really?” My heart pitter-patters in my chest.
He nods. “I never thought the day was going to happen. I wanted it more than anything.”
“Even more than a Stanley Cup?”
His mouth quirks up in a smile. “I mean…”
“I see where I fall in the grand scheme of things.”
“If it helps, it’s basically a tie.”
I wrap my arms around him. “Anything I can do to break the tie?”
“Tell me a bad joke.”
“That’s what you want?” Laughter laces my voice.
This is what I love about being with Jasper. How easy things are with him.
“It’s either that or you force feed me Brussels sprouts. And if yours aren’t?—”
“Inspired, I believe was the word you used,” I cut him off.
“Which is why I went with a joke.”
“Fine.” I tap my finger against my chin, trying to come up with something on the fly. “What do you call a cat prom?”
“I don’t know. What?”
I swat at his chest. “You’re not even going to guess?”
