Page 12 of Undone
Looking back, away from the window, he pinned me with that intense stare of his.
“Aha, what?” But his gaze swept over me, top to bottom. My skin heated as he looked, and suddenly I wasn’t feeling so playful.
“I thought of something we can do to pass the time.” Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I twisted my fingers in the hem of my T-shirt. “Something that might interest you a bit more.”
He turned fully away from the window; the resulting rush of blood through my veins made me dizzy, leaving me suddenly shy.
“Go on.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the rough-hewn wooden wall, watching.
Waiting.
A shiver travelled down my spine under the intensity of that gaze. In one quick movement, I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, fighting the urge to hold it in front of me.
We were way past that—he’d seen every intimate part of me. But something in the way he was watching me had my nerves on high alert.
“You suggested this game,” he reminded me, pushing off from the wall. I caught his scent as he moved closer, that wildness that was pure Jasper, and the need for him was suddenly unbearable. “You either play or forfeit.”
“What happens if I forfeit?” I tilted my head to see him as he came closer still—he was so tall, I had to. My question made those sinful lips curl into a grin.
“Then I win by default, and we play my way.”
I opened my mouth to remind him that we always played his way, but instead cried out when he hooked a finger in the front of my bra and tugged until I collided with his chest.
“Too long.” He ran his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I win.”
With one quick tug, he pulled his own T-shirt off, and when he was naked from the waist up and saliva pooled in my mouth, I was pretty sure that I was the winner. A small, needy sound escaped my lips as he slid his hands over my bare back, undoing the clasp of my bra. It fell to the floor as his fingers slid the button of my jeans loose, then yanked down the zipper of my fly.
“Sit down.” Large hands helped me settle on the edge of the bed, and then those same hands tugged off the snug denim of my jeans and the soft, baby-blue cotton of my panties. I lifted my feet, yanking them from the pants, gasping when he slid his calloused palms up the inside of my thighs.
“You push me.”
“What?” I propped myself up on my elbows. What I saw made my breath hitch in my throat.
Jasper, the massive man who’d crashed into my life not two days earlier, was on his knees between my legs. A sliver of gold slipped between the curtains, burnishing his skin, defining those insanely hard muscles, making him both hard and soft at the same time.
His own jeans had slipped down around his hips. His cock had pushed free, the dark curls a shadow around it, and when he wrapped his own fist around his length and pumped once, I shuddered.
“I’m very good at keeping things separate.” Confusion painted his features, and he leaned forward, placing his hands lightly on my shoulders. “I’ve never fucked a client before. Never would have dreamed of it.”
His hands cruised down, exploring and arousing. He stroked over my breasts in feathery motions, just enough to tease, before tickling my rib cage, framing my waist, tracing the curves of my hips. Goose bumps rose in a trail behind his touch.
“With you, I don’t think I had a choice.” More than a hint of temper flashed in his eyes, and I understood—this wasn’t a man who appreciated being told what to do, even if I hadn’t used words.
“I’m not sorry,” I said. His palms found my inner thighs again, urging me to part my legs wider. I complied without question, knowing that whatever he told me to do was only going to bring me more pleasure.
He smiled then, that gaze piercing my own. “I’m not, either.”
Without warning, he dipped his head and closed his mouth over my sex. I cried out, and I think he laughed against my flesh, the vibration forcing a shudder through me, leaving me hot and wet.
“Oh God,” I gasped when he slid his hands up, his thumbs parting my lower lips, opening me for his mouth. His tongue swiped through my heat. I braced myself, expecting him to delve inside, to tease, but instead he closed his lips around my clit.
My body bucked as he lightly nipped, then started to suck. My gaze was drawn to him, compelled by the visual of this unbreakable man between my legs. He held my stare, the look in his eyes steely, and I understood that slow and teasing wasn’t what he was going for right now.
He wanted me hot and wet and sobbing his name, and he wanted it right now.
“Jasper!” I couldn’t have said anything else as he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Three long pulls from his lips, and the pleasure rushed from my hands, my feet, every part of my body. It settled in my core, and with one hot burst of flame, I melted, liquefying under his tongue.
I gasped when he pulled away, rising from the floor. Grasping my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, he tugged me against him. The incredible length of his erection settled heavy against my thigh, and I rocked forward, wanting it inside of me.
