Jasper?” I teased in a honey-sweet voice, thick like molasses.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Lola,” he choked out. “My God.”
I closed my eyes, gripping his borrowed shirt tight in my hands, my body humming with need. Desire and lust mingled inside, thick and unruly, seeping from my pores. My breath quickened, the steady rise and fall of my chest increasing with each labored breath I took. My skin grew tight and hot all over, heart racing so fast it felt like it could explode at any minute. I could feel blood pounding in my ears like a million tiny drums, the muscles of my sex clenching of their own accord.
When his hands gripped my hips from behind, I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips, his big hands so warm and strong, fingertips gripping my naked flesh just above my hips.
And all I could think about was getting all of our clothes off and just going at each other like fucking animals. Groaning at the erotic image playing in my mind, I pressed my ass back against him. The deep growl coming from Jasper made my stomach flutter and my thighs quiver, moisture flooding my already-soaked panties.
Jesus Christ.
I wanted him so bad.
So freaking bad my entire body ached for it.
I’d never felt so free and wanton like this, and I knew it all had to do with reuniting with Jasper. It was in that moment I realized together we were going to burn so bright and hot that we’d never get enough of each other. No one else would ever be able to shatter what we had. So I was going to throw my control out the window and just drown myself in us.
“I’ve dreamed of having you here so many times. Feeling your skin against mine. None of my dreams were as good as this. This is better in every imaginable way,” he says in a low sexy rumble against my ear just before his teeth nipped the shell ever so gently.
It was gentle but it was enough to send an electric shock straight to my core, leaving me breathless.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, not trusting my ability to speak.
His hands began to move up along my sides, caressing me so gently I almost couldn’t stand it. My nipples hardened to diamond points the closer he drew to them. I felt like I was bathed in fire, burning up with a desire.
My breath quickened as his hands skimmed over the underside of my breasts, cupping me. When they closed over my breasts, slowly massaging me, my knees went weak and I shuddered against him. I let loose a whimper as his fingertips made slow teasing circles, drawing closer and closer to my nipples, but always staying just shy of them. Bastard was driving me insane for his touch. I needed it. Burned for it.
“Oh God, Jasper,” I whimpered as my head fell back on his shoulder drunkenly. “I need you so bad it hurts.” I wanted to beg for more but the words were stuck in my throat. I was a prisoner to his touch, his words, and my own desire and love for him.
When his thumbs finally brushed over my stiff nipples, I cried out and felt my body shudder. Without thinking, having lost all control of my body, I dropped the shirt I’d been strangling in my hands. As it fluttered to the ground, forgotten, my attention centered on the feel of his heart pounding against my skin, his heavy breath on my neck so warm and comforting.
Then he gripped my hips and spun me around, pulling me against him, our bodies flush against each other, my heaving breasts pressed firmly against his warm chest, his hard pecs pressing against my soft breasts.
Breath mingling.
Skin on skin.
I’m molten hot and burning all over.
Heat bloomed on my cheeks as he gripped my chin, tilting my face up to his as his other hand pressed against my lower back, keeping my hips tight to his. His hips pressed into mine and I whimpered as his cock brushed deliciously against my aching mound. I wanted more. Needed more. When our eyes met, I knew in my heart I was a goner.
I’d give him anything he wanted. All he had to do was ask.
Jasper leaned forward, his lips crashing down on