Page 72 of Jasper

“Pants.” It was easy to pull her sweatpants off so she was basically straddling him in nothing but that damn blue underwear he’d been having dreams about. Her hair spilled around her shoulders, and her gray eyes darkened to the color of storm clouds. With swollen lips, she leaned in and kissed him. Jasper only allowed it for a moment

He unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, and tossed it in the general vicinity of the rest of their clothes. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her nipples were already hard, and he pulled her closer, sliding her up his body so he could pull one into his mouth.

The small moan that left her went straight to his cock, and he hoped to God she was ready because he was past the point of patience. He needed her. His other hand wandered down her stomach and pushed aside her panties, finding her wet.Thank fuck.

“Baby, I promise I will make this up to you, but slow is not in the cards for me right now.”

She leaned her forehead against his. “Condom?”

“In my wallet.”

He lifted her off him and stood, stripping out of his jeans and finding the condom. He made quick work of it and sat back down in the same spot he’d left, pulling her back into his lap. “If you need me to go slower, I will.”

She smiled softly. “All I really need is you.”

He lifted her again, and her eyes closed when he breached her. “No, pretty girl. Look at me.”

They both groaned as he slid inside, and her forehead came to rest against his again. Her eyes were dark and sleepy, but in this position, he saw every flicker of emotion that passed through them as he started to move. His hands came up and around her shoulders, holding her to him. He tried not to hurt her, but this was a long time coming, and his thrusts were hard and deep. One hand left her shoulder and found her clit, circling it so she’d find her release. He wasn’t sure how long he could last.

“Jasper…” Her back arched as he stroked deeper and deeper, finding that sweet spot.

“I know, baby.”

He felt her walls clench as his fingers twisted her clit, and she cried out, her body going limp. He caught her as she crashed even as he continued to pound into her. It only took him a minute to find his own release after that.

She shifted against him, and he groaned when she moved.

“Don’t do that that, pretty girl. Neither of us is up for another round.”

“Jasper?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For you.” She raised up and kissed him gently. “Thank you for being the man I hoped you were.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, but he didn’t have to say anything as she took care of him. She rose and stripped the condom off, getting up long enough to toss it in the small trashcan in the corner then coming back to bed. Sloane pulled him to her, and he wrapped himself around her as she cuddled close.

“Goodnight, Jasper.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

He closed his eyes, and for the first time in days, he slept like the dead.

Sloane slipped into the bathroom as quietly as she could. Jasper never so much as moved when she woke up and moved out from under his arm. He was exhausted, and she wasn’t about to disturb him if she could help it. She looked for the kittens, but they were nowhere to be found. He must have arranged for someone here to feed them.

She did her business then went downstairs, looking for her cats. She hoped someone had fed them because it was well after two in the afternoon.

Not quite sure of the layout of the building, she retraced her steps from last night and found the kitchen. It was bright and airy with white cabinets and stainless-steel appliances. A farmhouse sink completed the look. She loved it.

But more than that, there was coffee.

She found a clean mug in the dish drainer and poured a cup. It felt weird to be going through other people’s things, but she needed creamer. Lots and lots of creamer. The refrigerator yielded six different types of creamer, but she went for the milk. Milk was all a girl needed. Anything else muddled the flavor of the coffee.

After doctoring her coffee, she went in search of her cats.

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