"Do you dream about me, baby girl?" I rasp, unable to stop the desperate question from spilling out.
Her body jerks, her hand fluttering beneath mine again. "Yes."
This time, I can't stop the groan that breaks free. It tumbles out like I'm in agony. Hell, I am. She's been dreaming about me, getting herself off to thoughts of me. She could have been mine long before now if I weren't a fucking blind idiot.
"Come home with me," I growl, knowing damn well that I'm playing with fire here. One asshole already propositioned her tonight. But this is different.We'redifferent. "Right now. Tonight."
Truthfully, I expect her to tell me no. She has every right to draw that boundary and make me work like a dog to earn the right to put my filthy hands on her. I've kept her waiting for so goddamn long. She deserves for me to work my ass off toearnher, and believe me, I will.
But I've been dreaming of her for years, and I want to be a little bit selfish and a little bit reckless right now.
"Yes," she says, her voice firm and clear for the first time all night.
I swear to God, I feel it echoing in my soul.
Chapter Four
Sarah
Jasper doesn't even wait for our food to arrive before he throws a bunch of bills down on the table and rises to his feet, his stool scraping against the floor. He reaches for my hand, standing completely still, like he's giving me the chance to change my mind.
Except…I don't want to do that. Maybe it's wrong. Maybe Olive will hate me if she ever finds out, but I want this man more than I've ever wanted anything.
For once—just for tonight—I want to be selfish. I want to be his. I want to be reckless and pretend, just once, that I don't know what it feels like to lose everything.
I place my hand in his, my fingers trembling.
He has me on my feet in seconds, tucking me up against his hard body. I shiver, pressing myself closer just to feel the heat and hardness of his body against mine.
I feel like my feet don't even touch the floor as he guides me out of the restaurant, neither of us speaking. They don't even feel like they touch the sidewalk as he leads me toward his truck.
My breath escapes in a whoosh as my back hits the side of his truck, his body pinning me to the cool metal.
"Can't wait," he grunts, his eyes boring into mine. "Gotta know what you taste like before I fucking die."
I tip my head back, pretty sure my heart might explode in the next two seconds. I'm even more certain when he cups my cheek in his rough hand, his fingers brushing strands of hair away from my face.
"Goddamn," he breathes, his sweet breath washing across my face. "Look how pretty you are, baby."
"Jasper," I whisper, my hands fisting into his t-shirt.
He doesn't make me ask him to kiss me. He dips his head, his lips brushing mine. His kiss is soft, just a tiny taste. And then his tongue flicks out, touching mine.
I'm not entirely sure if he ignites first or if I do, but we go up like kindling, clinging to one another right there in the parking lot, where half of Santa Maria can see us. He angles my head, his growl vibrating through me.
I taste the edge of his desperation and the limits of his control as his tongue tangles with mine, his hands clamping down on my hips. Mine clutch at his broad shoulder, trying to pull him closer.
"Jesus," he groans after a moment, pulling back. Except, even then, he can't stop kissing me. His lips touch mine in sweet little pecks I feel in my soul. "I've gotta stop, baby girl."
I try to pull him closer, not entirely sure I like this plan of his.
"Sarah, baby." His hands tighten on my hips, his fingers clenching in the fabric of my dress. I feel it inch up my thighs slightly, and then the shock of his rough fingertip against my bare skin. "We gotta stop before everyone driving by sees me eating this sweet little pussy right here in the parking lot."
Exhibitionism is bad, right?
My head thumps against the side of his truck, a groan tumbling from my lips.
"I know," he croons, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. "I know. Just let me get you home, and then I'll eat you until you're crying for me."
