Page 14 of Untamed
And then Jasper was all I saw. Pulling his fingers from where I still clenched around them, he took himself in hand and started to pump at a furious pace. Dropping me an inch so that I was clinging to his shoulders for support, he pressed the crown of his erection to the softness of my belly and came. I felt his shudders, wetness lashing my skin three separate times, the briny scent of his release heavy in the air.
As his tremors ceased, he pressed his lips to my neck, tracing a damp trail across the column of my throat. I was covered with sweat, my muscles lax, and he moved his hands to cup my ass and hold me up.
Blindly, I looked down the hall. The farther man had gone. Jackson wiped his hand over the hem of his T-shirt then zipped himself back up. He nodded at me once, a grin splitting his lips before he turned away, and then he, too, was gone.
“They’re gone.” My voice was raspy, as though it had been torn to shreds and pieced back together again. That was kind of how I felt.
I’d never come with a partner before, and I’d never come that hard before, ever.
“Easy.” Gently, Jasper set me back down on my feet. The movement caught me off guard, and awkwardness intruded on my blissful haze.
I’d just come for the man who was supposed to be guarding my life. I’d had his cock in my mouth, and I liked it.
“I said you didn’t have to worry about me,” I blurted the first thing that popped into my head—anything to fill the silence.
He laughed then dipped his head. Backing me into the wall, he took my mouth with his, the kiss quickly moving from lazy to fire-alarm hot as his tongue found mine and we dueled for dominance.
I was gasping when he pulled back—he’d stolen my breath. He smirked down at me, and damn it if his arrogance wasn’t sexy as hell.
“Seems to me you’re happy I did worry.” Smugness dripped from his every word. I glared, but who was I to argue when I was still soaking wet from his touch?
“Now what?” With damp palms, I straightened the skirt of my dress, then shifted uncomfortably. My panties were soaked, likely stretched to hell.
I was surprised when, instead of some cocky remark, he trailed one finger over my cheekbone and across my jaw. Bending so he could reach my lips—God, but he was just big—he kissed me again, but this time the embrace was gentle.
Gentle until he grabbed me around the back and under my knees—I yelped with surprise as he scooped me off my feet again. “Now it’s time for round two.”
“You make a habit of manhandling me.” My pulse accelerated a bit as he cradled me against his chest. I didn’t really go in for romance—hearts and flowers and such—but I didn’t know a woman in existence who wouldn’t appreciate being cradled against a rock-hard chest like this.
He just grinned as he pushed through the door next to where he’d just gotten me off. God, that smile—it hinted at something more, at a person I wanted to get to know, never mind the sex.
I’d have to think about that later. Right now, I couldn’t think at all.
As I’d thought, the door led to the lobby of the motel. I buried my face against him as he strode across the small space—if anyone I knew was there, I didn’t want to deal with it until tomorrow.
He headed down the hall toward my room, and when he held his hand out for the key, I ran my tongue over my lips, silently repeating my question. Now what?
“I like to manhandle you. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for it.”
