Page 14 of Icing the Cougar
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When Jasper shows up an hour early, looking even hotter than I remember, I nearly back out right then and there. I’ve managed to forget what he looks like, maybe on purpose. A tower of muscle with a face carved by a Greek god. Intimidating in a good way.
“Jasper, I thought we said eight,” I say.
“Time changed,” he says, casually brushing past me into my apartment. “Didn’t you get the memo?” He pauses just inside the. “Nice pants, but I need you to go change into a skirt.”
“Uh,” I say, trying to follow his eyes to my leggings. “Why?”
He takes a large stride into my personal space, tugs a fallen hair behind my ear, cups my chin in his hand to hold my face still and stares deep into my eyes. “Because I said so. Now go.”
I turn to leave right as he swats my ass, hard. Yep, I’ll be changing my wet panties along with my pants. It only takes a couple of minutes to switch out my outfits. I guess he’s taking me somewhere there’s a dress code.
“Nice,” Jasper says as I exit my bedroom. “Come here. Let me see.”
I obey without a word and walk towards him. When I reach him, he glides his hand up from my bare knee to my thigh, and up to the clean thong I just put on. Then in one swift jerk, he yanks them off.
“Hey!” I yelp.
“You won’t be needing those tonight. Let’s go,” he responds, taking my hand as he escorts me out of the building.
Chapter 9
Jasper
When I pull up to the valet outside the steakhouse, I get out of my car and button the single button on my suit jacket as I walk around to help Trinity out of the car.
I laugh as I open the door, watching her scoot out with her dress riding up. God, she's something. She stands and smooths her dress, reaching for my hand. "Just trying not to show all my lady bits. You happy?" she whispers in my ear while she stands.
"I certainly am," I say, and it's true. I wasn’t sure she’d go through with it. "You ready to see where else I'm going to take you tonight?"
Her eyes flash like she's got her own plans to take me somewhere unexpected. "More than ready."
She keeps up with me as we walk inside, and I keep waiting for her to slow down, change her mind, put on the brakes before she goes too fast and crashes. Although Trinity just leans into it all, like she's on a mission to see which of us can out-dare the other. I thought for sure she'd have second thoughts by now.
"Thought you might flake on me." I pull her close and feel the heat of her skin even through her dress.
"You think I'd miss out on this?" She kisses my cheek and bites at my lip like she's marking me. Like she's got me as hooked on her as she is on me.
"We'll see how you feel after dinner," I say with a wink.
Trinity looks at me like I've got no idea what I've started. I guide her to the booth and slide in next to her, tucking her into my side and sliding my fingers under the hem of her dress. She shivers and looks at me like I'm crazy, and I am. Crazy for the way she’s letting me push her. Crazy for the way she's started pushing back.
The waiter stops by with menus and takes one look at Trinity and me and smirks. He knows what's going on, but I don't care. She probably does also, but not enough to tell me to stop. Her lips parted, her breath short, I love watching her fight with herself like this.
"How do you like your steak?" I ask when the waiter’s gone. I keep my hand between her legs, loving how wet she is for me.
"Well done," she says. "Just the way you make me."
Trinity doesn't even blush when I trace her thighs and slide a finger inside. Instead, she looks me straight in the eye and says, "Going to make me eat like this?"
"I think you can handle it," I say, letting my fingers tell her what I want. She's doing a damn good job of making me want it, too.
Our drinks come, and I can see her face get flushed with the effort of staying quiet. I pull my hand away for a second so she can breathe, and I half expect her to get up and walk out. However, Trinity just gives me a look like she knew this was coming all along and reaches for her wine. I'm the one trying to keep up with her now, trying to make sure I don't lose the upper hand.
"Here comes our food," I say when the waiter heads back with our plates. I’m out of breath myself now, but I'm not going to let her see it. I'm going to take her all the way to the limit and watch her break.
"Going to make me eat like this?" she says again, her voice catching on the words.
