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Sloane
Imake that same damn noise when he moves to the opposite hip. I never knew this was a sensitive spot for me, but Jasper homed in on it instantly. My pulse thumps under the palm of his hand. It speeds up when his teeth drag over my hip bone, and his grip around my throat tightens every time I move.
Heat suffuses every limb. My pulse thrums everywhere. I’ve never focused entirely on one thing except for when I’m dancing. But I am now. My mind doesn’t wander to my to-do list or the next episode of my favorite show. It stays on Jasper and the way he’s playing my body like an instrument he’s known his entire life. Like a virtuoso.
As much time as I’ve spent having sex with Jasper in my head, I didn’t expect him to do things to me I’ve only read about, or watched, but never had the nerve to ask for. Not sure the boys I dated would have indulged me anyway.
But Jasper isn’t a boy. He’s a man.
His hand moves away from my throat, and I almost want to beg him to put it back. He trails it down the center of my body, then taps on my hip bone and says, “Now spread these pretty thighs for me.”
My heart rate ratchets up when I catch his eye in the softly lit kitchen.
He’s not brooding Jasper right now, and he’s not sweet Jasper either.
He’s . . . I don’t know. I don’t recognize this look, but I like it. I love it. I especially love being on the receiving end of it
Without another thought, I unlatch my legs from around his waist. I’d been holding him to me for fear he might pull away again, but it feels like we’ve moved past that phase tonight.
It feels like he’s seeing me in a different light.
I push away any shreds of shyness and open my legs, baring myself to him. Panting and dripping.
I’m ready to beg him to touch me when his big, warm palms land on my inner thighs, smoothing up the insides toward my knees and pushing me further open.
“So fucking flexible.” His thumbs brush against my skin, and I swear I could come just from him running his hands all over me.
I’m ready to explode and we’ve barely done anything.
“So fucking pretty.” His dark blue eyes drag over my body like fingertips, their smoldering weight grazing over my skin as he pulls me up to sitting. “Are you on birth control, Sloane?” He holds my thighs open, staring between them. Making me squirm.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes. IUD.” Apparently, I’m monosyllabic right now.
“Anything else you need to tell me?” I know what he’s asking. He’s trying to ask it delicately. He’s being responsible, but it hits a nerve all the same.
I sit up. “I don’t know, Jasper. Why don’t you tell me? You’re the one who’s always traipsing around with different women.”
His fingers pulse on my legs, and his eyes snap to mine. A knowing grin touches his lips. “I like you with your claws out, Sloane.” He picks my hands up from where they’re planted against the counter and places one on each of my knees. “Is this uncomfortable? Sitting here?”
Uncomfortable? Is he kidding me? I don’t even know what comfort is anymore. All I can think about is coming with his hands on me. “No.”
“Good.” He licks his lips as he stares down at me, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a grin. “Stay like that.”
And then he turns and . . . walks away.
I flip my head to watch him. Ready to snap at him. “What the—”
“I was about to tell you I’ve never had sex without a condom, Sloane.” He bends down and picks the bowl up off the floor. “I was about to tell you the only way you’d look prettier was with my cum in that tight little cunt.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, feeling a blush overtake my entire body.
He casually picks up a banana and puts it in the bowl, followed by a couple of apples that must be bruised to shit now. “But you had to make that snarky little remark. A jealous little dig. So now you can wait.”
He shakes his head, and my hands tremble on my knees. Who knew sitting here exposed—waiting for him to fuck me—could actually make me hotter.
I start to pant, and he picks up a broom and dustpan from the corner, carefully sweeping up the bits of glass behind where I’m seated.
