Page 59 of Pack Fever

A giggle spills past my lips as I nod. “You better be a man of your word.”

His mouth pulls into a wide smile like I’ve just made his day, his breath hot against my skin.

“Also, next time, we’re not leaving you alone. You come with us, or I’m staying behind to take you anywhere you want for dinner, okay?”

My chest’s see-sawing rapidly for air. “I really can’t say no to that either.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I might have swooned again. Then he has me in his arms. Something about the way he said those two simple words completely undoes me. I’ve got my hands on his chest, craving his touch.

Cupping both sides of my face, he stares into my eyes, into my soul. My heart’s pounding so loudly in my chest, I’m certain he can hear it, too.

There’s something frightening about Jasper, yet I like his attention, his protection. I like every damn inch of him. I adore the way he studies me like he’d lock me up away from the world, so nothing happened to me while also fucking me, not caring who heard us.

His lips are on mine so fast that I’m breathless. He kisses like a storm—brutal and all-consuming. I know my lips will be bruised, but I can’t get enough.

Pulse racing, I fist his shirt, lifting myself up on my tippy toes to better reach him. His body presses against me, the hard erection in his pants a rock against me.

Heat pulses between my legs.

God, is this happening? I’m kissing Jasper, the second Fever band member.

His kisses slow a bit, taking his time to taste me, pushing my mouth open with that tongue that makes my body pulse. Our tongues battle, and I need more, so much more. A blaze laps at my insides as I sense my heat rushing forward once more, stirring, ready to devour me.

I moan against his mouth, knowing if we don’t stop soon, there’ll be no coming back from this. This man kisses me like the devil, as if I’ve just found myself in hell, and he promises me all the wicked, sinful things he’ll do to me.

And I want them all.

I close my eyes. The heartbeat between my thighs thumps so hard, it almost hurts. With it comes the heat cycle ache I haven’t felt for days, as though it’s been lingering just below the surface—waiting for me to tease it out.

Moaning, I writhe against him.

Heat radiates off Jasper. Then he breaks our kiss, leaving me gasping for more. I stare into his deep gaze filled with lust.

“Fuck, little mouse,” he says with a deep, gravelly voice. “I knew you’d taste delicious, but I didn’t expect it to blow me away. You’re going to make me come just from our kiss.”

My mouth opens to respond, but a desperate whimper slips out.

He chuckles. “I know you want me just as much. Don’t worry, I’ll ease the ache, I promise.” He’s getting down to his knees in front of me, his hands crawling up my skirt.

I flinch, pushing at his shoulders. “W-wait.” My cheeks are burning up.

“I’m going to show you that I’m a man of my word.”

I blink at him. “Are you mad? Not here?”

He winks at me. “Didn’t we already establish that I’m crazy?” His hands are suddenly tugging down on my drenched thong.

My stomach somersaults as I wriggle to push him away.

“Maybe let’s go to your room.”

But he has them down to my ankles in a flash.

“Step out of them, or I’ll rip them off. Your choice.”

I gasp.

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