- TEN #3
His light eyes found mine. "Thank you," he said, the words heavy with meaning and I didn't miss it. He wanted to owe me.
But before I could even register that fully, his lips were on mine.
It was soft, explorative, it made my belly go liquid and my heart constrict.
Sweet. It was so deliciously sweet. His tongue pressed forward, taking mine, making it his.
I felt a rush of need course through me, making my skin tingle, my sex clench, and a wetness soak my panties.
And I knew he felt it. I knew he knew what he was doing.
But, this time, I didn't care. I grabbed at his arms, the only safe place on his body, and let out a small whimper as his teeth nipped my lower lip.
Suddenly, his hand was inching up my thigh as he rolled me slightly, putting me onto my back, giving him access. "You're hurt," I mumbled against his lips, better sense making me object to something I really wanted.
He pulled back slightly as his fingers toyed with the space where my panties met my inner thigh.
"Too hurt for some things, but not others," he said, a wickedness in his eyes as his fingers slid under the material and stroked up my cleft swiftly before finding my clit and pressing down on it.
My lips parted on a silent moan, painfully aware that sound carried in the quiet woods and Doyle was somewhere in the vicinity.
"He took off half an hour ago," Jasper informed me, finger starting to circle my clit.
"No one will hear but me," he promised, his middle finger sliding down and slowly, achingly slowly, slid inside me.
His thumb moved up to continue the torment of my clit and I let out a muffled moan.
His head tipped down, claiming my lips again, swallowing my moans.
The pressure built, the need for release getting strong.
And it was right about then that my head decided to interfere and wonder what it meant that this was happening, how we had gone from genuinely disliking each other to kissing and...
other things. Was it just the high-energy, the life-or-death situation?
Was it just life-affirming, meaning nothing, just a celebration of living through some heavy shit in the course of a few days?
I hadn't even noticed Jasper stopped kissing me until he spoke.
"Stop," he said, a quiet demand and my eyes shot open to see him watching me intensely and I realized that, while his finger was still inside me and his thumb was still on my clit, they weren't moving anymore.
And it was painfully clear he felt the waves of uncertainty and anxiety flowing through me.
"Why does it matter what it is?" he asked.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, tone serious and we both knew the answer to that, but I knew he was stubborn enough to make me say it.
As if in response, my sex clenched around his finger, wanting an end to the pulsating need deep in my belly. "Yes," I admitted.
"Then let it feel good," he said and his fingers started working me again, fast, unrelenting, not allowing a hint of uncertainty to slip through the overwhelming need to come, the pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity.
"Much better," he murmured, leaning down and planting kisses down the side of my neck then up to my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking slightly.
I came hard then, the orgasm crashing through my system, long overdue, taking over every inch of me, making my body jerk upward.
I had just enough presence of mind to stop my hands from going around him, balling them into tight fists on the ground, my nails biting into my palms. He stroked me through it until he had milked it for all it was worth.
Even after though, his finger stayed inside me, his palm flattened against my cleft.
He released my earlobe and moved up to rest his forehead to mine.
The moment was heavy. There was no other way to put it.
Our bodies were holding together too many thoughts, feelings, hopes, and fears.
Me, what was going on with me and Jasper, if he was out of the woods or at risk for a relapse, my unknown family, coming to grips with this whole new world, and under that...
Jade. Him, Jade. Jade and his other sister he knew nothing about but I was sure he felt responsible for.
That was Jasper: good, loyal, selflessly so.
I swear he practically vibrated with the need to get her back.
The air around us felt so thick with seriousness that it felt hard to breathe.
I took a breath and forced my tone to be light.
"You know, you still owe me. This doesn't count," I informed him and his chest rumbled as he chuckled, pushing up.
His finger slid out of me and his hand moved out of my panties.
He moved back off me, going back onto his side.
"I think I owe you several times over, Celestine. Get some sleep. You've had a rough couple of days."
Then his hand reached out, touching my wrist and, just like that, I was too tired to stay awake.
Him and his Windex-magic crap.