His lips trailed kisses over my neck. Then he focused on that spot behind my ear he seemed to favor. The one that drove me wild. If he kept that up, I might come before he even touched me below the waist. Although, thankfully, his fingers seemed to be heading that way. He breached the waistband of my yoga pants. I shifted my hips in an attempt to urge him on. Every part of me ached for him.
Finally, his palm rested below my belly button. A finger slipped beyond the thin elastic of my lacy panties. I moaned as he slid a finger into my curls, zeroing in on my need. At the contact, I bucked my hips, writhing against him. He teased me to the brink of my release, backing off every time I got too close.
Trying to get even, I fumbled with the waistband of his pants. My hand slipped underneath, running over his sculpted ass. He flexed, his muscles moving underneath my hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” he muttered against my ear.
I couldn’t even form words. I was too far gone. So, I violently shook my head from side to side.
He pulled back, shed his sweats, and eased my yoga pants down my legs.
“Come here.” He reached for me, sliding his hands under my shirt.
I hadn’t put a bra on when I changed, so his fingers moved up my ribs, then paused like he’d just realized he had unfetteredaccess. His touch was tentative at first. His thumb grazed one nipple, then the other.
In a move I hadn’t seen coming, he lowered his head, running his tongue between my breasts, then sucking a nipple into a hard point before he blew out a warm breath. My skin pebbled immediately, and he turned his attention to my other breast.
I barely had time to catch my breath before his fingers were back at my entrance. With one hand he coaxed me toward a climax, his touch sending me higher and higher. With his other, he unrolled a condom that had appeared out of nowhere, his hand wrapping around his length.
“Wait.” I barely forced the word out.
He stopped, his gaze searching mine. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“Absolutely not.” I scooted out from under him and guided him to lie on his back. “I want to be on top.”
He settled on his back, and I lowered myself onto him. I had to pause as I became accustomed to the way he filled me. But he couldn’t stay still. His hips moved to a slow, glorious rhythm. His palms cupped my breasts, his thumbs playing over my nipples. I lifted my hips up, then slowly lowered them, again and again.
His mouth found mine as the first waves of pleasure hit. I grabbed for the cabinet above the bed, trying to get a little leverage. He clamped one hand on my hip, while the other tangled in my hair. The pace increased. I gripped the cabinet with both hands.
Jasper thrust his hips up, and I held on. And then I crashed. I seemed to stretch out, suspended in time and space. Then plummeted, faster and faster into a free fall spin. A shriek pierced the silence. It was me. Jasper pulled me down, his own body straining to reach a climax. I let go of the cabinet and made a move to collapse on his chest.
A horrible cracking noise filled the camper, then the cabinet above our heads separated from the wall. Jasper held me to his chest, rolling out of the way as it landed on the bed, inches from where our heads had been just moments before.
My chest heaved and a sheen of sweat covered my skin. Jasper’s hair stuck out all over and he propped himself up, his gaze searching mine.
“You okay?”
I glanced up where the cabinet had been. “We broke my camper.”
His lips spread into a grin. “No, you broke your camper.”
“How am I going to explain that?” I curled into him, not willing to let our time together be interrupted, not even if the walls were coming down around us.
He ran a finger down the center of my breastbone, causing my skin to pebble, all the way down to my toes. “You could tell them the truth.”
“That I yanked the cabinet off the wall in the throes of passion?”
“Throes of passion, huh? That sounds pretty intense.”
“Was it?”
“What? Intense?”
I nodded.
“It was fantastic.” He rolled off the bed and picked up the cabinet. “We should figure out where to put this. I don’t want anything to get in the way next time.”
“Um, next time?”
