Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
MARSHALL
Maybe bringing Jasper home with me was a bad idea, but I don’t care.
Sexual frustration can be like that, I guess. Not just general sexual frustration, but a very targeted, pinpointed frustration for this exact man.
I watch the emotions play over Jasper’s face. He’s not easy to read, but I’m learning.
He’s definitely wary.
“Jasper,” my voice comes out low, rough, and that’s due to nothing other than how attracted to him I am and how close we are.
Alone. In the stillness of my house.
“I want to be honest,” I start, keeping the island and the wine between us, “you are incredibly distracting.”
I can see the words play over his face and rush to explain.
“I am very attracted to you and?—”
“You want me to go. Leave the internship.”
He says the words evenly, but there is still a finality there, too.
I round the corner of the island to stand next to him.
“What? No. That’s not what I want. You are good at this work, Jasper. You deserve what you earned this summer. This isn’t about that. At all.”
“What is it about?”
“I want to ask you out,” I tell him. “Dinner, tonight, with me. You don’t have to agree to date me to have dinner, but…I was hoping you wanted that, too.”
“Wait,” Jasper looks like he just landed on a strange planet and is trying to survey alien terrain. “You want…”
His gaze lands on mine, hot and hungry, and I swear if he doesn’t say yes, I might not make it past his rejection.
“I’m not your boss,” I remind him, closing the distance to cup his cheek like I had in the hallway of his hotel. The feel of his skin under mine makes the hair on my skin rise and I hear him inhale a sharp breath. “But this is just between us, after hours. Nothing to do with work. I can’t be distracted from the clients.”
“A summer fling,” he offers.
I grin, loving that he understands me so completely. I can only hope that is because he wants the same things.
My thumb caresses his jaw. “I can’t be around you and not want you, Jasper. It’s like breathing oxygen.” He holds back a choked sound and that makes me braver to be honest, “So I figure, maybe you wouldn’t mind if we did something about that. Maybe you want me, too.”
My words are rewarded with Jasper in my arms, and my first instinct is to pull him tight against me as our mouths collide. I want my arms locked against his smaller frame. Protective. Closing him off from everything but me.
The kiss has heat and promise but I slow it down, taking the time to savor his taste, his feel.
Jasper kisses like no guy I have ever known, and I am enraptured before we even come up for air. The press of his mouth, the slide of his tongue against mine is perfection. The answering pounding of blood in my cock has me at full attention.
“Dinner,” I whisper across his lips. “Dinner before anything?—”
An almost whine bubbles up from him, and I laugh before pecking his lips.
“You fried my brain with that talented mouth of yours the first time, Jasper. Tonight is my turn.”
I cup his ass, pulling him up, and he gets the idea of what I want, jumping enough to wrap his legs around me as I slide my hand under his cheeks to support him.
I can’t help the short thrust of my hips. He’s too perfect.
He grinds against me, his hard cock and mine trying to get acquainted through the fabric.
Our lips meet, and Jasper takes it slow and sensual.
Damn that mouth.
“Dinner can wait,” he whispers between kisses, and I agree, too eager for him to wait like I had planned. I could easily become a man obsessed.
I walk us through to the open living room. My bedroom is upstairs and far too far away, but my ottoman is a huge fabric-covered monstrosity that takes up plenty of space on the rug that covers the hardwood.
Gently, I lower Jasper, splaying him out on the ottoman as I start taking off his clothes. The slide of his shirt over his head, his belt through its loops, the lowering of his zipper—each move that unwraps him is punctuated by hungry kisses and hands that want to devour each other as much as our mouths do.
He’s finally in nothing but tight briefs. It’s hot as fuck to see that scrap of silken material on his body, so I leave him there on the ottoman splayed with damp spots of precum forming on the lime-green fabric.
Little sounds of protest follow me as I move to my knees, turning to almost a purr of pleasure as I start taking my own clothes off.
A quick shake of my head is all it takes to keep him laid out for me.
“Don’t move,” I tell him, “I want to look at you just like that as long as I can.”
His face flushes and while I’ve found that to be adorable when we’re at work, seeing it now, in the middle of sex, is somehow both incredibly endearing and adorable.
Who is capable of both? Jasper’s the only guy I know who is.
I’ve never gotten naked faster.