Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I hate to leave him hard and wanting after he just got me off, though…
Then again, maybe he owed me an unreciprocated orgasm. He did kidnap me and all.
I run my hand down his chest, stopping in the middle of it. He pushes closer, so I need that hand up to stop him. I need some sort of barrier, and I don’t have much else.
I turn my head to look away from him, trying to create some distance despite being trapped against this wall. “Jasper…”
He takes my hand off his chest, bringing it to his lips and kissing my open palm. “Yes, Autumn?”
God, his voice. I melt a little at the sound of it, then melt a bit more when he levels those eyes on me.
In moments like these, Jasper concentrates on me harder than anyone ever has before. I’ve never known what it was to truly have a man’s undivided attention, but when Jasper looks at me like this… I know there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else taking up space in his mind.
It’s only me, and that’s wildly intoxicating.
I bite down on my lower lip, conflicted all over again as he closes the distance between us, pressing his core against mine. Our tummies touch, my breasts smash against his hard body. His cock juts out, pressing against my thigh, and the damndest thing happens—my leg seems to move of its own accord, one thigh spreading open, one foot lifting off the ground. Before I know it, I’m wrapped around him as he pins me against the shower wall, one arm wound around his neck, one leg twined around his. I’m like a vine twined around a monument, his cock dangerously close to my entrance, and then…
And then he drops soft, hot kisses all along the sensitive curve of my shoulder, and a bit of strength leaves my body and flows down the drain with all this shower water we’re not even using.
“Jasper, please.”
“Please what?” he murmurs, his voice seeming to vibrate through my body.
I don’t know.
Please stop.
Please keep going.
My mind is all over the place, and we’ve only been in this stall together for maybe a minute. I don’t know what he’ll do to me with even a minute more.
“I changed my mind. We shouldn’t shower together.”
I feel him chuckle against my skin as he drops a few more light kisses there. “Too late.”
My tummy twists, my heart rate picking up as his large hand cups my ass. He squeezes it, then pulls me tighter against him.
Arousal throbs between my legs when I feel his cock brush me there. My breathing becomes more labored, rising with a swell of panic at the feel of him between my legs. “Jasper…”
I know he won’t hurt me. I know that down to my bones. I shouldn’t feel afraid, but I’m hit with so many sensations at once. My body confuses me, desire swirling through me, pulsing between my legs. Every time his cock moves against me, I shudder, and certainly not with abhorrence.
I remember the first time he kissed me with that mouthful of whiskey, how desperately I wanted him inside me…
I could have him now, if I wanted him.
God, this is torture.
Delicious torture, but torture all the same.
I want to give in, I want to ride the tide with him and see where it leads… but I can’t.
Jasper’s other hand slides down my side, curves around to my back, and moves down until that one is planted under my ass, too. Once he has a good grip, he lifts me off the ground.
I gasp, clinging to him out of an instinctive fear of being dropped. But, of course, he doesn’t drop me. He holds me up like it’s easy, then steps forward until I’m sandwiched between his hard body and the hard marble surface behind me.
I’m breathing hard, some mix of fear and elation, my nerves all firing on every cylinder. I’m overwhelmed and out of sorts.
Jasper takes one hand off my ass now that I’m planted firmly against the wall, then he brings that hand forward, sliding it up my neck until he’s cradling my face.
“Look at me.” He stabilizes me, makes me look him in the eyes. “What are you afraid of, snowflake?”
You, I nearly say.
That’s not right, though. I’m not afraid of him. Afraid of what he makes me feel, afraid of giving something to him I can’t get back, maybe, but I’m not truly afraid of him.
“I don’t want to get hurt,” I say softly, since it’s the closest thing to the truth I can wrap my words around.
His response is immediate. “I would never hurt you.”
I bring my hand up to press against his on my face, wanting to share some of the tenderness he’s giving me. “I know, I don’t mean like that.”
With his sure grip on my face, he tilts it just a bit, then leans in and presses his lips to mine. Soft at first, sweet and gentle and reassuring, but the longer he kisses me, the more the kiss deepens. It’s a sly escalation, and before I know it, before I’m prepared for the fierce animalistic quality of his kiss, I’m taking it. He demands it. I hold onto him tighter, kiss him back more desperately, trying my best to keep up.