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His hand slid between her thighs. She twitched, sucking in a breath. He flashed a wicked grin, and he saw that fire spark in her eyes. His fingers roamed across her clit, circling for the briefest of moments. When they moved further down, running along her slit, a jolt of fire raced through him, his cock twitching again as he realized just how wet she already was.
That sensation was almost too much for him. Pressing his entire body against hers, his mouth pressed against her lipswhile his fingers slipped inside her. She jerked, and he could feel the sharp intake of breath she took even as their lips remained locked together. She twitched, longing singing out from her, her body coiling tighter as his thrusts grew faster and deeper. She moaned against his mouth, her hands grasping his shirt, tugging tight. He could sense her growing close, and that only fueled his own arousal. He pumped his hand faster and faster, responding to the twitches of her own body.
Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Her eyes opened, and she shot him a frustrated look. He grinned, his hand sliding back to her waist.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he said. Her eyes fluttered fully open with shock at the word ‘months,’ but he didn’t care. “I plan on savoring this for as long as possible.”
He pulled her away from the wall, holding her tight, his mouth finding hers once more. He traced her spine from the nape of her neck down to the base. She shivered, sucking in a breath. He could smell her arousal, and that only intensified his own.
After weeks of being near her and having to restrain himself, after all this time keeping himself at a distance, she was in front of him, naked, looking up at him with excitement and longing.
He tugged her against him, lifting her into the air, his mouth claiming hers once again. Without thinking of the consequences, of what might happen when all of it was over, he carried her up to his bedroom, too engrossed in his need for her.
Chapter 14 - Nikki
Her heart was hammering, threatening to burst out of her chest. Part of her insisted this was too much, that crossing this boundary was dangerous, and she needed to refrain, that it would make things too complicated. She was still furious with him, and she knew she was in a state of heightened emotions at the moment. At the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was tired of holding back. She had been denying her feelings for so long, and all she wanted at this point was to give in, to lose herself for a while.
He deposited her on his bed and hovered over her, drinking her in. Just that look was enough to heat her body all over. She was tired of holding herself back, of denying how badly she wanted him. Why had she been so resistant? At this moment, the way he was looking at her naked body, the way that hunger made her feel, she realized she couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d thought this was a bad idea.
She watched him take off his shirt. Her eyes raked over his body, taking in the smooth muscle, the scars lacing his chest, the tattoo winding around his arm. Heat and overwhelming need rushed over her, her pulse racing, her mind beginning to go blank as an insatiable hunger she had never experienced before began to surge inside her. He undid his jeans, and his cock sprang out, fully erect. She took it in, fresh heat rippling through her at the sight. Her heart thundered as her limbs trembled, making her quiver all over.
Silently, though the burning in his eyes said more than any words ever could, he clambered on top of her, his eyes still roaming her body. His hand traced her side, the rough calluses there sending tantalizing ripples running through her. She bit her lip, her body wanting more.
Barely aware that she was doing it, she sat up, gently twisting until he lay on the bed and she was straddling his thighs. Her fingers traced the firm lines of muscle, feeling the scars that told stories of triumphant battles.
Her hand slid down to his cock, and she wrapped her fingers around it. She watched his reaction when she began stroking, grinning at the way he groaned slightly. Slowly, still watching his reaction, she bent, and her tongue ran along his shaft. She took him fully in her mouth. He tasted of sweat, but not unpleasantly so.
His hand went to her hair, grasping it as her head bobbed up and down. She grinned around his cock, looking up at him, relishing that expression of burning need as he watched her tongue swipe along the head. With a snarl, he pulled her back up, flipping her back beneath him. His fingers roamed downward again, his thumb toying with her clit. She squirmed beneath him, breaths coming out ragged. She reached toward him, wanting to guide him inside her. Instead, he grabbed both wrists and pinned them over her head. His thumb flicked her clit as he hovered over her, smirking.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him. She needed him inside her.
“Please,” she begged.
His finger ran along her slit, taunting her.
“Please,” she repeated.
He smirked. Then, almost without warning, he slammed into her.
She gasped, relishing the sensation of him filling her. That building need continued to swell, growing into a crescendo. She gasped, every thrust sending new spasms of craving andheat through her. She wanted to cry out, but her mouth seemed unable to form words.
He moved faster, and that delicious blankness that had begun to wash over her intensified. Her fingers grasped the bedsheets. Her toes began to curl as she writhed beneath him.
His mouth went to her neck, nipping gently, just enough for her to feel it. She gasped again, that overwhelming need for release and bliss growing stronger and stronger, becoming nearly unbearable. She tried to hold onto that feeling, to ride that craving and stay on that precarious precipice, wanting that sensation to last for as long as possible before she finally succumbed. She was teetering on the edge, and it was everything she could do to hold onto it when his fingers grasped her breast and tightened. He didn’t lose a single pump with the motion.
Between two more of his thrusts, she shattered. She screamed, her back arching, that wave of release drowning her. He kept going, pumping harder, letting her ride that wave, her hips bucking in time with his. Her cries reverberated through the room, and her nails dug into his back. Just as her own wave of pleasure had subsided, she felt him finish inside her, his cock throbbing.
They stayed like that for a moment, Jasper hovering above her, looking almost as startled as she felt, as if he had been just as overtaken by an overwhelming need and just as surprised by it. They looked at each other, neither saying anything, even as a swirl of communication seemed to bounce between them. It was as though they had crossed some undefinable threshold that neither of them had anticipated ever crossing, and both were trying to navigate it while following the other’s lead.
After a moment, when they began to catch their breath, Jasper’s lips brushed against her once more, this time tenderly,gently, though the hunger from those earlier kisses still lingered beneath the kiss. Then, he slid out of her to lay next to her on the bed. Nikki panted, chest heaving. She stared at the ceiling, watching the whorls and swirls in the pattern. Her mind reeled.
If she were being honest, she had wanted to do that for weeks. She’d imagined more than once what it would feel like for him to be on top of her. It had felt even better than she could have imagined. At the same time, she had promised herself she would never give in to those cravings, no matter how badly she wanted to.
Despite that, she felt at ease. Happy, even. Something about it had felt almost right.
As if he could read her mind, Jasper asked, “How are you feeling?”
She hesitated. “Conflicted,” she finally admitted. When she twisted to look at him, she saw his eyebrow raised in question. “I’m not going to lie and say that wasn’t incredible. But it’s complicated. I don’t regret it, but at the same time, I still don’t know if I should have.”
