Page 57 of Moonlight and Mischief
With a growl, his hands slide up to run across my ribs, causing me to jerk away. He pauses and his eyes flick up to study my face, understanding dawning. If he starts to tickle me, I really will knee him in the groin.
A few heartbeats pass as he decides what to do, but then he’s pressing against my back and urging me closer. Heat and spice envelops me.
After last night, I’d like to think I’m an expert at kissing Jasper. It’s been my new favorite hobby, so when he scatters light, tormenting kisses across my cheeks and the edges of my mouth, I want to grab him and shake him. He’s being a tease.
Instead, I grip the sides of his face and cover his mouth with mine. He tastes like coffee and vanilla and I’m lost in the blissful sensation. His tongue, his teeth tugging my lip, his hands roving. It’s everything.
My dress has ridden up, exposing the length of my thighs. His hands track upwards, teasing the hem of my dress. I let out a frustrated groan and can feel his mouth curve into a smile.
Softly, he uses his hand to tip my jaw up and give him easier access to my neck. I arch my back and throw my head back. It’s a display of trust and vulnerability, and from the hitch in his breathing, one he finds appealing. He kisses down my neck, nipping the skin and then smoothing over the sting.
At the base of my throat, his sharper canine teeth scrape my skin, causing me to gasp. He repeats the action, momentarily taking up all space in my consciousness. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders. His lips close around the spot and he sucks, following with a lick that sends sparks down to my toes.
He leans back enough to look at the spot, a wicked smile forming. I don’t need a mirror to know he left a hickey. The possessive curl of his fingers on my hips and the growl he lets out is pure wolf shifter.
His next kiss is demanding, aggressive, and I love it, from the way he forces my lips apart to the unyielding pressure. Tension builds in my body as he slides his palms up my legs again, pausing at the top with the barest brush before descending. I can’t take it anymore.
Blood pounds through my veins, beating so hard I’m sure he can feel my pulse everywhere our skin touches.
“Jasper,” I rasp, my words choppy, “if you don’t start touching me, I’m going to have to do it myself, because otherwise I’m going to die.”
His laugh is evil. “Not sure what you’re talking about, Sunshine.” My nails dig into the skin on his biceps. He knows exactly what I mean.
My forehead falls against his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut. Releasing my hold on his arms, I reach down between us and under the hem of my dress. Before I can touch where I need, his hand grabs my wrist with a guttural “Mine.”
I’d love to make some clever comeback to that, but the second he says mine, all rational thought drops out of my head. I’m burning, about to break.
“You need it that badly?” he teases, his whisper almost inaudible. “Let me hear you beg.”
“I did,” I whine, the shake in my voice betraying my failing composure. My free hand slides under the collar of his shirt, loving the heat of his skin.
His chuckle makes my stomach clench. “You didn’t.”
Scowling, I open my mouth to argue, but the feel of his lips against my skin short-circuits my brain. He kisses further down my chest, tugging the neckline of my dress down. His mouth across the sensitive skin on my breast is enough to break down my resolve entirely. “Jasper, please. I need you.”
Grinning, he releases my wrist and runs his palms up my thighs. Tentatively, he brushes his fingers across my panties. Light, teasing. On the second pass, he’s firmer, and my body squirms in reaction.
“Hold still,” he says softly, authority in his voice causing me to stiffen.
His teeth close on my breast, marking me again, as his fingers hone in right where I need him, swirling and pressing. The sharp pain punctuates the pleasure. My vision goes spotty, touch overwhelming the rest of my senses. His voice sounds far away as he says, “Good girl.” I come so hard I think I might actually die.
Jasper gathers me up in his lap with my head against his chest. “You okay?” His words are sweet, but his tone is wicked.
“I didn’t realize,” I say, gathering up my scattered thoughts. “When it’s just me, it doesn’t quite hit that hard.”
“You’re saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?” I can hear the pride in his voice. My laugh is dry.
The weight of his arms around me is comforting, like an anchor holding me together. Finally he breaks the silence. “What do you imagine when you touch yourself?”
Closing my eyes, I say, “You want to hear that I think about you?”
“I think aboutyou. Even before you moved in,” he confesses, his cocky tone replaced with vulnerability. Nuzzling his nose into my hair, right behind my ear, he sends a shiver through my body. “So what about you?”
“Really, before?” I ask, a flush rising up my neck. He nods and I feel it more than see it. “Okay fine, I think about you, but only recently.”
“As long as I’m it from now on,” he says possessively, “In fact, you don’t even need to do anything. Come to me and I’ll take care of you.”
Rolling my eyes, I tip my chin up and place a soft kiss on the edge of his jaw. “Sure.” No girl would turn down an orgasm like that one. Talk about some amazing benefits with this friendship.
