Page 58 of Bulletproof Love

He shifts, and I get a peek of what’s hiding under those boxers. My cheeks flame. “She’s in Leon’s bed, Mischa’s in mine, and Leon went for a ride to clear his head.”

I nod, all of this making sense, except for Jasper turning down Mischa’s offer. Thinking about it, I guess he wouldn’t sleep with her after knowing she’s Orlov’s daughter, and she’s obviously been through some shit. He’s loyal to the guys, and they’d kick his ass if he went down that path.

My body feels so weighed down, each step I take toward the couch is like a mile. I should argue, tell him to take the floor, but as he reclines onto his side and opens his arms, I can’t help but fall into his chest. He wraps me tight against him, leaving no space between us, then covers us with his blanket. I breathe him in. Although neither of us have showered, he still smells like clean cotton. I love that he grabbed his comforter for us. Mischa doesn’t need to be wrapped in his scent the way I am.

As we settle in, I let out an unconscious murmur. His chest shakes with a low laugh, but I don’t have the energy to sass him. Especially not as Havoc and Mayhem jump onto our legs, their little paws digging in as they find their own cozy spots in the dip where our hips meet.

“Come to Daddy,” he whispers, scooping one of them to nuzzle.

I laugh, unable to hold it in. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What? I was talking to the cats. Wait, did you think I was talking to you?” There he goes with that flirty tone again.

“Iknowyou were talking to the cats. If you think I’d call you daddy, you’ve got another thing coming.”

He plops the kitten back with her sister and splays his palm over my waist. His touch is electric. And damn, his hard length is already pressing against my ass. “How about good boy?”

“You’d have tobea good boy first.” I wait for his response, clocking the way his chest rises and falls faster.

“I’ve been very good.” His fingertip grazes the underside of my breast and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. “Some might say, I’ve been an angel.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of his calloused fingertips trailing higher, so slow it’s agonizing. I want to push and grind against him, give us the friction we desperately crave, but edging him is so much more fun.

“Some might say?” I rasp as his thumb glides over my nipple.

His voice brushes my ear, trembling with need. “Yes. But you’re the only one who matters.”

I should be soaking in his words. They’re exactly what I want to hear. But frustration burns through me instead. I’ve been with a lot of men who would say anything when their hard cock was pressed this close to getting what it wanted. Hell, a strong wind is all we need and he’d be inside me. I can’t give in.

His hand trails lower, over the curve of my belly, sliding under the band of my sleep shorts. I’m taking back my power here. I shift, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his back, and swing my leg over him. The kittens scatter, protesting loudly at my audacity. “You want to be a good boy, Jasper?”

His face is the picture of desperation. I bask in it. “Fuck yes. I’ll be so good for you.”

I rake my nails down his bare chest, over the light dusting of hair, until I reach his stomach. His abs contract as he sucks in a breath. I repeat the motion, this time stopping just above his boxers.

He moans, wrapping his hands around my waist. I pull them by his wrists, putting them firmly back by his side. “No touching.”

“Fuck, baby, whatever you say.”

Everything in me wants to ride him senseless until we’re screaming our releases. I’m exhausted and drained but there’s something magnetic between us, something that makes me feel more awake with every passing moment. I need to take out my frustrations on him the only way I can right now.

I slide down so I’m resting on the tops of his firm thighs. He’s so hard, his cock is practically splitting his boxers in half. Wetness seeps into the fabric. Under my gaze, he juts his hips. It’s a slight movement but I catch it.

Lazily, almost painfully so, I drag his boxers down, freeing his cock. It’s perfect. Of course, it is. He’s watching my every move with reverence. I raise a brow and lean in, letting my T-shirt graze his cock. He fists the blanket and groans. “Oh fuck.”

“Does that feel good?” I do it again, this time purposely brushing over his head.

“Yes… anything, please.”

He’s already begging and I’ve barely touched him.

“Do not come. I don’t allow it.” As the words slip from my tongue, a heady wave of control washes over me, and I savor the sensation. It feels better than I could imagine to hold his resolve in the palm of my hand, knowing I’ll do everything I can to break it.

His answering groan is desperate as he struggles to keep his hips still. I toy with his inked torso, scratching along the sides of his body until I reach his hip bones. Stroking every inch of skin around his cock with the lightest touch as he curses under his breath.

I’m soaking wet, and more turned on than I think I’ve ever been. Knowing what kind of man Jasper is—that he’s taken a life with his own hands, yet I have him under my control like a whimpering dog, that power is intoxicating.

“So hard for me,” I tease. “That looks painful.” Trailing my finger from the base of his cock to the tip with feather-light pressure, I watch him struggle to maintain control, his jaw clenched tight. “Imagine how good it would feel to have my mouth on you,” I whisper, my touch teasing as I gather his pre-cum between my fingertips. I bring one to my lips slowly and moan, tasting his salty moisture.

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