Page 80 of Powerless
We pour ourselves into this kiss. The good. The bad. The longing. The hurt. The love.
His body softens, and he drapes himself over me, one hand tangling in my hair while the other works between my legs. I adjust, spreading myself and giving him better access. I give myself to him, and he gives a little piece of himself to me.
After all, he’s Jasper. The boy with sad eyes and a heart of gold.
I’ve always trusted him and I always will.
The thought of him, of us, wraps around the magical way his fingers touch me, and I careen toward that edge. My vision goes spotty, my lips feel numb, and an ache unfurls behind my hip bones.
“Jasper,” I whisper between soft, searching kisses. “Oh god. Oh shit. Oh, oh—”
And then I freefall. My body thrashes as a powerful release washes over me. My vison goes fuzzy at the edges while I luxuriate in the most intense orgasm of my life. And Jasper just keeps holding me tight, watching every little move I make with rapt fascination.
With adoration.
Then his lips move down to dot kisses over my entire face. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, and my body softens when he says, “See, Sloane? You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”
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Itold myself I would only touch her for four seconds.
I told myself I would only kiss her for four seconds.
I told myself I would only be mad about seeing that sparkly fucking ring dusting overmytattoo for four fucking seconds.
And it turns out I’m a big fucking liar.
I’m still touching her. I’ve still got my fingers stuffed in her tight pussy. My lips are still dragging all over her soft fucking skin.
And I’m still furious that she’s wearing that gaudy ring.
Mine.
Why the hell did I tell her that? Why the hell have I gotten so damn possessive since the second I found out she was engaged? Why have I always considered her mine and never felt threatened about it untilhim?
I am one hundred percent out of control, and Ihatethis feeling. Intrusive thoughts rapid fire into my head, and my walls crumble.
Ruining our friendship.
Her leaving me.
Her hating me.
I let myself think about those things for four seconds. Then I put them in a box and stash them away with all the other thoughts that eat me alive, including the ones I’ve kept locked up tight about Sloane.
I withdraw from her soft, warm body because I did what I promised—took what I wanted, what sheneeded—and now we’re going to sleep.
We’ll talk about everything with level heads in the morning when anger and years of pent-up sexual frustration don’t rule us.
From both sides. Because I’m not an idiot. Sloane Winthrop has been turning heads for years, and I’m sure as shit not immune. Her face. Her body. Everything about her is outwardly appealing.
Fucking distracting.
But it’s what’s inside her that’s so special. Her heart. Her brain. Her capacity for empathy.
She’s unusual. She’s too damn prone to do what people tell her so she doesn’t ruffle any feathers.Whether or not she realizes it, she doesn’t need another man in her life controlling her.
