Chapter 13 - Jasper #3
Something seemed to shatter, and tears began streaming down her face. She wiped them away.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice broke. She moved to stand, but Jasper tugged her back down.
“It’s all right,” Jasper muttered. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer against him. “It’s all right.”
She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, then nestled herself in the crook of his arm. Her scent wafted toward him. He was aware of everything about her, of every inch of her that was pressed against him. Something unbidden sparked inside him, and he tried to tamp it down.
She twisted to look up at him. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“I’ll always be there to help you, Nikki,” he said.
She smiled up at him, pressing herself closer to him. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek. She leaned into it, not taking her eyes off him.
“I’m starting to realize that,” she muttered.
Everything combined was too much to handle. Without realizing what he was doing, as if he wasn’t fully in control of himself in that moment, he slipped his hand to the back of her head, pulled her toward him, and kissed her.
At first, her eyes widened, and she twitched, as if to pull away.
A moment later, her eyes fluttered shut.
It was meant to be a gentle, tender kiss, one that was meant to be reassuring and comforting.
But it deepened almost instantly, mutating into something more, and the need for her that had been holding back for so long began to slip past his defenses.
He tightened his grip on her, his tongue parting her lips and slipping into her mouth.
She responded, melting into him, her fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened.
All of the urges that he had been refusing to act on surged forth, threatening to take over him. He had been holding back for so long that giving in felt almost unnatural. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone before.
He tugged her to her feet, pulling her to him.
His hand slipped down to the hem of her shirt.
She sucked in a breath when his fingers brushed against bare skin, her body pressing against him, responding to that gentle touch.
His hand trailed upward, tracing smooth, bare skin, pausing on her waist. He could feel himself growing hard, that need for her growing stronger every minute.
His hand slipped further up, until his thumb brushed against her bra, waiting for her to stop him. When she didn’t, he took her breast and squeezed.
She let out a soft moan, and something about that gentle sound shattered something inside him, his final restraint breaking.
With a snarl, he pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers.
She sucked in a breath, staring up at him with wide eyes filled with both surprise and undisguised longing.
He wanted to savor this; he wanted to take his time, but that look made it nearly impossible to restrain himself.
That overwhelming need for her continued to swell, growing exponentially.
He lifted her shirt slowly, watching her expression, that yearning and excitement radiating off her growing with every inch her shirt slid upward.
He pulled it off and threw it to the floor.
A moment later, he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside as well.
His eyes ran along her bare torso, the smooth pale skin. His gaze lingered on her breasts, and his cock twitched, that overwhelming need becoming nearly unbearable.
His hand went to her waistband, tugging gently. She sucked in another breath, a mix of hesitation and longing anticipation running through her. He paused a moment, waiting for her to stop him if she wanted. She didn’t. She bit her lip, waiting, her breath ragged and timid at the same time.
Slowly, he undid her jeans and tugged them down. His gaze roamed, looking shy and nervous, though she had nothing to be shy about in the slightest. Pale, smooth skin, a slender frame. He stepped closer, not saying anything, his eyes still drinking her in.
His hand slid between her thighs. She twitched, sucking in a breath.
He flashed a wicked grin, and he saw that fire spark in her eyes.
His fingers roamed across her clit, circling for the briefest of moments.
When they moved further down, running along her slit, a jolt of fire raced through him, his cock twitching again as he realized just how wet she already was.
That sensation was almost too much for him.
Pressing his entire body against hers, his mouth pressed against her lips while his fingers slipped inside her.
She jerked, and he could feel the sharp intake of breath she took even as their lips remained locked together.
She twitched, longing singing out from her, her body coiling tighter as his thrusts grew faster and deeper.
She moaned against his mouth, her hands grasping his shirt, tugging tight.
He could sense her growing close, and that only fueled his own arousal.
He pumped his hand faster and faster, responding to the twitches of her own body.
Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Her eyes opened, and she shot him a frustrated look. He grinned, his hand sliding back to her waist.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he said. Her eyes fluttered fully open with shock at the word ‘months,’ but he didn’t care. “I plan on savoring this for as long as possible.”
He pulled her away from the wall, holding her tight, his mouth finding hers once more. He traced her spine from the nape of her neck down to the base. She shivered, sucking in a breath. He could smell her arousal, and that only intensified his own.
After weeks of being near her and having to restrain himself, after all this time keeping himself at a distance, she was in front of him, naked, looking up at him with excitement and longing.
He tugged her against him, lifting her into the air, his mouth claiming hers once again. Without thinking of the consequences, of what might happen when all of it was over, he carried her up to his bedroom, too engrossed in his need for her.