Page 56 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

It was difficult to wrap my mind around the fact that I was actually considering it, but Elodie’s little talk had worked. As much as I wanted to be the independent woman who could grit her teeth through weeks of hellish pain, that wasn’t me. I was the girl who smiled when the barista gave me the wrong coffee order, and put an extra tip in the jar to make her day better. When someone bumped into me, I apologized to them.

I loved who I was… but I also knew who I wasn’t.

And unfortunately for me, that didn’t bode well for my situation.

I padded out into the bedroom with my towel still wrapped around me, and Jasper followed me to the closet. He caught the door before I could close it all the way, but turned his back when I gestured for him to do so.

Since my clothes were still in the wash, I put on yet another of his shirts.

I was going to sweat through everything he owned at the rate I was using them.

Maybe that was going to change, though.

I wouldn’t really know until I talked to Jasper.

…But I couldn’t talk to Jasper unless I dragged him back to sanity.

And there was only one way I knew to bring him back to sanity. After what we’d already done, it didn’t make me nervous to consider it. Just warmer.

Much warmer.

I walked back to the couch in his shirt, and he followed behind me without touching me.

As soon as he was sitting down beside me, I lifted one of my legs over his lap, opening my legs up. The shirt still covered me, but Jasper growled all the same.

“Do you mind if I touch myself?” I asked. It felt like my entire body was blushing, but I didn’t let myself reconsider my plan.

I had to make him sane, after all.

And being with him like that was fun, honestly. The way he looked at me and touched me always took my breath away.

“No.” He pulled the hem of my t-shirt up higher, but managed to stop himself before he exposed me.

I slipped my hand between my thighs. My touch felt good, but it was nowhere near as amazing as the feel of his rough fingers had been.

Dragging a circle around my clit, I let my breath hitch. “Do you want to watch, Jas?”

He growled. “Fuck, yes.”

I tugged the shirt upward with my free hand, baring my lower half to him.

He pulled it higher, exposing more of my abdomen and dragging his hand over the soft flesh there. He left it over my pelvis, watching with hot eyes as I teased my clit.

Jasper had never had sex before, and I wasn’t sure how much he did or didn’t know about my anatomy. He was so beastly that I didn’t think he’d mind a lesson, even if he didn’t really need it.

“This is my clit,” I said, circling it again, slower. “I don’t like it fast here, but pressure is good.”

His nostrils flared.

His eyes burned.

His hand slid closer to my core.

“You like watching me?” I asked.

“You have no idea.”

“Can I touch you too?”

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