Chapter 7
Jasper had never been what one would call an innocent, pure angel—even if guardian angel was his job title. Hell, he’d tasted all the beautiful, sensual things life offered up and gone back for more every time. He figured there’d be a day of reckoning for his behavior. But a prayer that it would not be this day, this moment, wrenched itself from his lips into the wind and lifted to the heavens.
He weakly tried once to pull back from Savannah’s embrace, but physical pain coursed through him the second his mouth left hers. An undefinable and unfathomable aching need plunged him deeper into the sensations wreaking havoc on his mind and body. His fingers slid through her silky hair, then knotted the tendrils in his fist to crush her closer to him. A guttural groan rumbled from her chest into his own, nearly undoing him completely.
Yes, he’d been a playboy for centuries, but never had he been this far out of control in mere seconds.
A scorching heat encompassed them both. Her hands shucked off his leather jacket and then made light work of his shirt buttons. The feeling of her palms now splayed against his bare skin fueled the inferno roaring throughout his body. His own hands fumbled with the hem of her thin t-shirt to pull it over her head but doing so required pulling back from her physically. His eyes flew open to gaze on the breathtaking image of Savannah raising her arms, revealing tanned skin inch by merciful inch. This was soon followed by a lacy black bra with a small heart dangling between her full breasts. It was sweet torture to be separated from her while watching her bare herself to him.
He stared in awe. She reached around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. The gauzy garment fell away, and his hand instinctively reached for her, but stopped. He edged forward on his knees, his eyes holding hers every moment, questioning. With her nod to his unspoken inquiry, Jasper bent over and lovingly first licked one of her ripe, pink nipples, then covering it with his whole mouth to suck, lick, and taste her while his hands settled on her waist to pull her closer. She gasped—oh, the sweetest sound in the world—and her back arched, granting him greater access. Her fingers tangled in the mess of waves and curls of his hair. She tasted of honeysuckle intermixed with a sweet musk of sweat and arousal.
A river of lava flowed through his veins directly to his groin, stretching the black denim of his jeans painfully. As if by magic, Savannah’s hands released his jet-black locks to fumble to undo the buttons of his pants. Her fingers slid inside and wrapped around his already throbbing member. He groaned with the desperate need she elicited from him.
Her other hand shoved him backward so forcefully that he toppled over, her on top of him. Startled, Jasper did not object when she tugged his jeans down to his boots, then standing again to pull off her own boots and faded jeans.
This was wrong. It was going too fast.
Dear God, he thought, stop me before I go too far.
All thoughts fled as Savannah kneeled and straddled him. His hand reached up to push her away—one last ounce of common sense that he cursed. He could barely hear his own gravelly voice as he found one last second for control. “We shouldn’t.”
The rest died on his lips at the sight of a flame lighting her eyes and she shook her head defiantly. “I want this. You want this. Even if there is no tomorrow, I will have tonight.”
Without a second’s warning, she slid down his cock—dripping wet, warm, tight, and a piece of heaven that could not be denied. Inch by inch, she went slowly at first, but once she had him fully inside of her, Savannah trembled. Hell, they both did. She rocked her hips slightly, teasingly, nearly pulling him out completely, stopping with his tip hovering at her entrance. His hands reached up of their own accord to grip her hips, plunging her back down onto him and claiming her fully.
Her shout of “Oh. My. God!” echoed across the pond.
There was nothing sweet or slow from that moment on. Their mutual need drove them faster, harder than Jasper had ever fucked anyone. A split second he hesitated, not wanting to hurt her, but she took control, not giving him a way out. They were on a collision course, racing at breakneck speed.
His hips rocked up, thrusting deeper into her. Their rhythm became more frenzied. He begged for release, but also for this to never end.
Deciding for the latter, he shoved her off him. Her eyelids flew wide, and a protest died on her lips. Jasper pushed himself up, grabbing her ass to lift her, slowly inching her down his pulsing cock. Savannah’s head fell back with a moan. Her beautiful white hair dangled over her ass, softly caressing his hands. They gripped her cheeks with such force, he was certain she’d be bruised later.
He held her there, motionless for what felt like an excruciating hour. Wanting, needing to pump into her with every ounce of his strength, but yearning to prolong the ecstasy as long as he could—which would not be long now. That, he knew. A whimper slipped from her lips unleashing his inner beast. His hips arced back, holding her in place above him. Her legs wrapped around his torso, and he slammed forward into her as far as possible.
They both gasped. He pulled back again, but she stopped him, tightening around him.
“Not yet.” The words barely registered.
Savannah lifted herself up and then slowly edged down his shaft, over and over as she built up speed, her pants growing louder. Then she’d slow down a moment, dragging out the tormenting ecstasy more. She kissed him with a wanton fury and demanded he give her back everything she gave. He did so, with delight and an increasing longing for release.
Her hands grabbed his face, forcing him to look her dead in the eyes. “I need you to know that I want this, want you. There’s no right or wrong here. Even if I never see you again, I need this night. I need you. Now.”
His breath rushed out of his lungs, unable to control the way his heart broke at her words. With a searing, soul-destroying kiss, she raised herself back up and then plunged them both over the edge into sweet oblivion. Their combined roars reverberated across the water and carried on the wind.