Page 26 of Secret Gifts
He swishes over to answer it, but Aunt Angelica walks in before he can even say anything. Her gift comes in handy, and it works a hell of a lot better than mine... especially when breaking in.
She smiles as she struts toward me with several bags, and I sigh in relief when I see she has brought me some clothes.
“Singleton has excellent shopping. Go change, and I’ll take you for breakfast.”
“Sure,” I mumble while offering Jase a half glance.
He smiles and then walks away, leaving me only with my aunt and my insecurities.
“I’ll see you after while,” he says while returning to the living area with a shirt on to hide his incredible body.
I frown when I realize I don’t want him to leave, and he offers me a sweet smile before joining us.
“I have to go make some calls and work out some detailed stuff, but I’ll grab you a phone while I’m out, and I’ll meet up with you later... if that’s okay?”
I stifle my goofy grin, and then I shrug casually while trying to show some dignity.
“You don’t have to meet up with me later. I’ll just see you when I see you. I’ll probably stay with my aunt and uncle tonight so you can have your own space," I murmur with my deceptively cool composure. I don't want to look pathetic.
Since you obviously don’t like being around me.
He looks hurt by my words, and my aunt disappears from the room like the traitor she is, the front door shutting as she leaves me alone with Jase.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he says softly, his eyes looking directly into mine.
“Feel what way? I just said you needed your own space. That’s not really a feeling,” I chuckle out while turning away to escape the awkwardness.
“That’s not… That’s not what you meant though, was it?” he asks through the bedroom door the second I shut it.
I rifle through the bags of clothes, realizing my aunt is a total bitch. All of these clothes are skimpy, slutty, and down right seductive. This is shit my mother wears, not me, damn it.
“I just offered you your space. I’m not sure how I could have meant anything other than that,” I mumble out through a huff of distaste while trying to figure out which ensemble is the least ridiculous.
“Can we please talk about you staying here instead? I’d rather not be in here alone, considering we’re supposed to be doubled up. It could get me into trouble.”
At least now I understand why he invited me to stay. He needs to keep his damn hands to himself if he doesn’t want me.
I’m so sick of the hot and cold shit. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to feel his body pressed between my legs, and I want to feel him inside me so deep that it makes me feel connected.
“Fuck it,” I hear him murmur before the door bursts open, and I gasp as he jerks me to his body and his lips find mine for the first time.
Oh damn he tastes better than he smells.
My legs wrap around his waist as the kiss deepens and his tongue slips between my lips to start its exploration. His hands slide up the back of my shirt to my bare center. I moan as his erection digs into me through his pants, and then I feel the bed pressing against my back as his lips continue to tangle with mine.
Without hesitation, I rip his shirt over his head, and my hands find that incredibly sculpted body I’ve only ever seen. Our breaths exchange as his body grinds against mine, and I try to use what little bit of my gift I can control to undo his pants.
It works, and I can hear rather than see his pants sliding off as his boxers become the only thing separating us. I breathe out a harsh breath when I feel the head of his erection almost breaking through, and then he rips open my shirt to expose my bare chest.
I gasp as his mouth finds my right breast, and his tongue dances mercilessly against my nipple before he moves over to show the other one some attention.
Finally, I feel his hand running over my sex, the wetness finding his fingertip before he slides it in. He moans as he feels what it would be like to be inside me, and then he jerks his boxers off to return to me.
Angling my hips, he hovers over me - suspended, his eyes gauging mine as if he’s concentrating. His thumb finds its way to my most sensitive area, and he begins making circles with it while staring at me, watching my back arch involuntarily as my breaths raggedly find his face.
Damn it. Fuck me already.
He surges in suddenly, almost violently, and my breath hitches as my whole body becomes his to own. I’ve never felt this good before, and it’s not like I’m virgin.
