Chapter 23
Jasper
When Evie walked through the door, I was struck stupid. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and the skin beneath her eyes was bruised with exhaustion. She was wearing old sweats and a worn-out tee, yet she looked alive and joyful. And damn, was she beautiful.
“Jasper,” she said, her voice breathy, as she strode straight over to me. “I—”
I set the onesie I’d just folded on the counter in front of me and studied her, at a loss for what to do or say, and the air between us sparked and crackled.
She stared back, her eyes searching my face for several heartbeats. And then she launched herself at me.
As her lips landed on mine, shock and delight erupted inside me. She kissed me fiercely, and I responded just as intensely, gripping her hips, my body humming with satisfaction.
With a gasp, she pulled back, though she left her arms draped over my shoulders. “Sorry. I just needed to do that.”
I blinked, wondering if I’d dozed off on the couch and this was just a dream. “Don’t apologize.”
Dark eyes flashing, she pressed herself against me and captured my mouth.
I staggered back until I hit the kitchen counter. This dominance was such a fucking turn-on. Though I couldn’t help but push back a bit, grabbing her ass so hard she let out a squeak. Goddamn, she was soft and warm, and she smelled incredible.
A gurgling noise snapped us out of the moment, and Evie pulled back.
“Vincent.” She zeroed in on our little guy, who was happily batting at the hanging toys on his playmat. “Oh my God.”
She rushed over and swept him up, peppering his face with kisses.
“Mommy missed you, baby. I got to meet your new best friend today. You two are going to get into so much trouble together.”
Kiss-drunk and confused, I stayed where I was, using the counter to steady myself. While I was still reeling, I couldn’t deny how damn lucky I felt.
Evie took Vincent to his room, murmuring about needing to feed him, and when they were out of sight, I staggered to the couch and buried my head in my hands. What was that? And how was I supposed to keep doing this back-and-forth bullshit? This dance of desire?
Because to her, that may have been just an impulsive kiss, but to me it was so much more. I was already struggling to keep my emotional and physical distance with so much time together. The intimacy of caring for a baby with her only added a layer to my respect and affection for her.
Some nights I tossed and turned, my head filled with fantasies of coming home to her after a long shift. Stripping her down and fucking her all night long. Losing myself in her softness until she cried out my name.
I’d tried to bury these feelings. I’d even considered calling one of my casual hookups in hopes that a quick fuck would get this out of my system.
But my dick and my heart only wanted Evie. Those curves, those dark eyes, her stubbornness and determination and all that sass.
I was lost in my self-torture when she padded back into the room.
“Jasper,” she said. “I can explain.”
I jackknifed to my feet, digging deep for the courage to stand up for myself.
“I can’t do this,” I rasped, despite how much the words hurt to say. “I don’t want to be toyed with. My feelings are real. So is my attraction. I can respect that you’re not in the same place, but—”
“Jas.” She grasped my hand and pulled me onto the couch so we were sitting side by side, her eyes locked on mine.
“We are in the same place. Or a similar place, at least. I’m so screwed up that I don’t know how to talk about the stuff that makes me feel vulnerable, so who the hell knows.
But I kissed you today because when I walked in and saw you, I just…
couldn’t not kiss you. The pull toward you, it’s too strong.
You are so much more than I ever expected. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
There comes a time in a man’s life when he has to make a hard choice. And this was mine. A stronger man. A more emotionally mature man, would sit here with her and talk all this out. Make my feelings clear.
But I was not that man.
I stood, her hand still in mine. “Is Vincent napping?”
“Yes. He should be out for at least an hour.”
“Great.” I pulled her to her feet, bent over, and slung her over my shoulder. Then I quietly jogged toward her bedroom.
Every hint of hesitation dissolved the moment I placed her on the bed and she pulled me on top of her, her hands pressed to my cheeks, her mouth on mine again. I could live here, on this new plane of existence, with Evie writhing beneath me while I ravaged her mouth.
In seconds, her hands had found their way to the button of my jeans.
Before she could undo it, I grasped her wrists. “Not yet,” I growled, gently kissing her jawline.
She rolled her hips against me. “But we don’t have much time.”
“No,” I said, surprised by my dominant tone. “I’ve waited so long. I’ve been so patient.” I pinned her hands on either side of her head. “Be a good girl and let me enjoy it.”
She nodded mutely, her muscles relaxing. So I released my hold on her and sat back, dragging her shirt over her head. For a moment, I stayed there, enjoying the view. Those breasts, barely constrained by the nursing bra, were enough to make me come in my pants on sight.
Fingers hooked in the waistband of her pants, I eyed her. “Is this okay?”
She nodded quickly, arching against me. “Please.”
In one quick move, I tore her sweatpants down. Then I kissed every inch of her, from her ears to her knees. Though I avoided the places she wanted me most, driving her need higher and enjoying the sighs and gasps she let out as I discovered new spots.
“Spread,” I commanded.
Without hesitation, she did, the wet spot on her cotton panties calling to me like a siren song. I breathed her in, eyes closed, her scent making me impossibly hard.
“Please,” she whimpered as I nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
I shook my head. I was a man starved, and with this feast spread out before me, I’d savor every bite.
But before I could calculate my next move, she took control and flipped me onto my back. Straddling me, she brought her chest to mine, fire flashing in her eyes.
My vision blurred. This goddess might just end me tonight.
“Get naked. Now.” She pushed up and slid back, then got to work with the button of my pants. “And if you listen, I’ll take my bra off.”
She did not have to tell me twice. Heaving myself up, I grasped her hips and slid her to the mattress beside me. While I scrambled to get my shirt, jeans, and boxers off, she watched me, toying with the straps of her bra.
Finally naked, I dove back onto the bed, getting situated a moment before she tossed her bra across the room. She straddled me, trapping my hard cock between us, leaving it leaking and screaming for attention.
I ignored the sensation. I had work to do first.
There were not enough nerve endings in my hands to fully register the exquisite softness of her breasts. They were bigger than I remembered, her nipples a shade darker too. I reveled in the weight of them. Kissing and squeezing and licking with abandon.
I could lose myself here. Time had no meaning. Evie was all that existed.
I was lost in my ministrations when she reached between us and gripped my length. As she lifted up on her knees and lined the tip up with her entrance, then lowered herself onto me, black spots danced in my vision.
“Yes,” I hissed, head pressed back into the pillow. “Take it. Take anything you want, mama.”
She moaned and huffed out a breath, slowly working me deeper. “So full,” she gritted out.
The visual alone was enough to make me come, but I staved off the need to fuck into her and let her take what she wanted.
“That’s it,” I coached. “You’re doing so well. So gorgeous and so needy. That’s it. Go slow.”
She rolled her hips, sinking lower, her eyes on mine, her expression mirroring how I felt. We were both in shock. This was really happening.
“I need to move.” She whimpered, working her hips again.
With both hands, I clutched her ass hard, spreading her wide to help, and she bottomed out.
Fuck. I thought I’d been turned on in the past, but I’d never been as enthralled as I was while Evie hovered over me, riding my cock, gasping and moaning, those glorious tits bouncing, begging to be grabbed and bitten.
My spine tingled, my impending orgasm threatening to end this too soon. “Fuck.” Eyes squeezed shut, I inhaled deeply, gathering my wits. I had to focus. This needed to last.
But I was still barreling toward finishing too quickly. I’d endured months of foreplay, spending time with her, smelling her, touching her. My body was not going to listen to reason.
“I need you to come,” I growled. “I won’t last much longer.”
With a wicked smile, she cupped her breasts, teasing and caressing.
“That’s not helping,” I gritted out.
Moaning, she threw her head back. As she continued massaging her breasts, a drop of milk leaked from one nipple, then another.
I lunged up and licked her clean with a groan.
In response, her walls clenched around me. “Oh my God,” she said. “That was embarrassing. But also hot.”
It was hot. Hotter than I could handle. Lying back again, I found her clit and applied pressure with my thumb, and when her channel tightened further, I silently rejoiced. “How’s that, mama?”
She rewarded me with a long sigh.
“Good girl. Keep going,” I directed. “Ride me. I want to watch you come like this.”
Teeth gritted, staving off my release, I focused on the rhythm. I let her set the pace and rubbed gentle circles on her clit. Her breathing picked up, her breasts heaving, and more milk leaked from her nipples.
I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. So I lapped at one, then the other.
“Ah. Jasper,” she shouted, clenching around me. My girl enjoyed nipple play. The realization felt like winning the lottery.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Show me. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
On command, she shook and shuddered, squeezing the life out of me, making my control crumble.
“Yes,” she cried, grinding against my pubic bone. Every part of her trembled as she gave in and let go.
As she spasmed around me, I lost my battle and followed her into the abyss. My cock strained and twitched inside her, making me nearly black out from pleasure.
She collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating.
I wrapped my arms around her until our pulses slowed and our hearts pounded in time.
“That was…” She trailed off dreamily.
I rolled so she was pinned beneath me. “Fucking spectacular.” I eased out of her, taking a moment to relish the sight of her gorgeous pussy, pink and stretched and full of me.
As I headed to the bathroom to get her a washcloth, I couldn’t help but smile.
Tonight had been my every dream come true.