Page 126 of The Saint (Gentlemen Rogues 3)
If I was smart, I would have taken several steps away and fought the pull between us. But I wasn't smart. When his lips descended on mine, I could hear the growl he made at the back of his throat, and I relished it. He was mine.
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I might not always have the right words for her, but I had this. As I used my thumbs to tilt her head back at just the right angle, I kissed her deep, pouring everything I had into the kiss, letting her know how much I could feel her pain, how much I was attuned to her.
When she pulled back, she tugged me with her. "I don't want to think about this. Make me forget all about it?"
I nodded as we tumbled into the bedroom. I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a fast and dirty fuck, which I would almost always oblige her, but I could feel it. She needed more than that now and I intentionally slowed things down. She frowned, almost as if she was asking why I wasn't giving her the quick and dirty version.
I lifted a brow. "I can give you more than that right now."
She opened her mouth to argue with me, but when I nipped at her bottom lip and gave her a gentle kiss instead of the rough one she expected, she sobbed into my mouth.
We were always in a goddamn hurry. Always desperate. But this time, I took my time. There was no rushing, no clawing of hands. I managed not to tear her clothes. Almost. She did lose one bloody button.
When I laid her out on the bed in front of me, trying to decide what part of her to devour first, she reached for me. Again, the question was in her eyes. She was asking me totell her with words, but I couldn't quite figure out how to say it. All I could do was show her with every kiss from her painted fuchsia pink toes to the ankles she'd scraped in the fight at Gemma's. The tiny scar was healing already. I moved to the slim muscle of her calves as I worked my way up and told her what I felt without words. When I kissed the inside of her knee, she obligingly relaxed her legs, leaving them open for me.
I told myself not to look because once the Promised Land was in view, there was no fucking turning back, and that control I was working on would be shredded.
The plan almost worked, until I was kissing her inner thighs and allowed myself a little peek. The view of her plump pussy, slick and wet for me, had me salivating. And Kaya, the little Sprite, was sliding her fingers through her folds.
So much for taking it slow.
My mouth joined her fingers while those pretty pink tips slid over her clit, and I dove in, enjoying my feast, spreading her thighs wide with my hands, fully savoring the meal she'd laid out for me. And then she called my name in that begging, desperate plea I loved to hear. "Jasper, please. I'm begging you. Just let me come."
I eased back off her clit just a little. Just enough to bring her back before she could crash over the edge.
She screamed in frustration and tried to slide her hands in my hair to drive me back up. But all I did was go right back to my previous task, enjoying my fucking meal. Against her pretty brown flesh, I murmured, "You're not in charge here Sprite. I am."
All I got was a whimper and a futile grasping of my hair. It was only when I could feel her legs quaking that I eased up again, kissing her thighs before I headed up for her belly, nipping at the gentle curve of her hips, and then soft stopping for my second meal. Her nipples called to me, begging for attention. The peaks were taut and rigid, calling my name.
Who was I kidding? I had no control over this one. It didn't matter what she needed from me. I would always fucking lose control with her.
Fucking get it together, mate. She wants to forget.
And I'd let her. But first, I wanted to remind her that she was loved.
I drew the tip of her breast into my mouth, sucking deep. She arched under my onslaught, and I moved over to the next one, the abandoned one, now a plaything for my thumb. Her hips rolled under me, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, holding her still. Keeping her in position. And when I finally released the other tip with a pop, leaning up to kiss her clavicle, Kaya was writhing.
"Jasper, I'll do anything for you. Just... could you let me come, please?"
"I'm delighted you asked so nicely, Sprite, but the answer is no."
She groaned and tried to toss me on my back, but I easily restrained her, smoothing my hands up over her arms and pinning them both with one of my hands.
"I'm going to make love to you now."
"Isn't that what we've been doing?"
"No. You've been trying to fuck me. You want to forget, I get it. And I'll help you. I can make it so that I'm all you see. But I want you focused here. Do you hear me? I want your mind right where it should be."
And as I dipped my head to slide my lips over hers, I slid my cock all the way home. I held her hands as I loved her. I kissed and licked and caressed, pumping deep, showing her just how good we were together, letting her know she was safe with me and I wasn't letting her go.
When her first orgasm crashed into her, she screamed my name and snapped her gaze open, eyes locked on mine. She was a fucking beauty. Spectacular. Squeezing me. Daring me to let go. But there was so much more I wanted from her. So much more I was going to take. So much more that I needed.
When I pulled out, she gasped. "Where the fuck are you going?"
With a chuckle, I released her hands and rolled her onto her stomach. I splayed her legs slightly, tucking her back against me. "Nowhere."
