I groan, watching as he kicks off his shoes and pads to the couch and drops down.
“You realize I was going to give it to you?”
He smiles back at me as he opens the bag. “I still need to eat before I devour you.”
“You’re mean,” I whine. Grabbing my drink from the kitchen counter, I sit across from him, needing to breathe Jasper-free air.
“You don’t want to sit next to me?” he asks, unwrapping a chicken sandwich.
I slide my sweater higher up my leg, exposing the flesh of my thigh. “And have you tease me? I don’t think so.”
He adjust himself as he chews and swallows. “Which means you’re going to tease me?”
I waggle my brows at him. “Yes.”
We’re in a standoff, our eyes locked on one another. Heat and tension swirl around us.
I sip my drink as Jasper finishes eating and stands. Deft fingers undo the buttons on his jacket and he tosses it onto the chair next to me. Taking the time to undo the buttons on his cuffs, he rolls his sleeves up.
“Damn you, Jasper.”
Electricity buzzes through me as the muscles in his forearms ripple.
“What?” he asks, dropping back onto the couch, a leisurely smile in place.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Why are forearms such a turn-on?
“Like you don’t know what you’re doing over there?” he fires back at me.
“And what’s that?”
“Sipping your drink. Showing me those sexy legs of yours.”
“Maybe if you’d kept going earlier, I wouldn’t have to tease you.”
Jasper pats his lap. “Then get that sweet ass of yours over here.”
Taking another sip of my drink, I stand and shrug out of my cardigan. I don’t miss the way his eyes widen or the way he licks his lips. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as I stand just out of reach.
“Do you realize how fucking sexy you are?” He fingers the soft material that flutters around the tops of my thighs. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Quinn.”
“Tell me.”
Jasper takes the glass from my hand and gulps down the rest of the amber liquor. “I want to rip this thing off of you.”
He stands, pulling me into him. Based on the tented material of his pants, I’m going to be well taken care of.
Fingering the orange bow that sits on my shoulder, he drags it down my arm. Goose bumps break out in his finger’s wake. He finds the ribbon in the front, holding the two sides together, and unties it.
My breasts spring free as he parts the material.
“These breasts of yours?” Calloused hands squeeze them together. “I want to fuck them.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
One hand drifts over the soft skin of my stomach as the other tweaks my nipple. It slips into the lacey material of the thong I’m wearing.
