Page 105 of Broken Pact

“So why are you acting like you’re mad that I’m here?” She places her palm against my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. Her fingers splay wide across my left pec, her fingertips digging in a little.

I duck down and drag my nose along the column of her neck. “I’m not mad, baby. I fucking love seeing you in my kitchen. It does something to a man, seeing his woman so happy.”

I lean down, my nose brushing against hers as I drink in the sight of her. Her lips part on a soft gasp, and it's all the invitation I need. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of the emotion swirling inside me into the press of our lips.

Her hands come up to grip my shoulders, the whisk clattering to the floor, forgotten. I press closer, my body molding to hers as I deepen the kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance. She tastes like chocolate and something uniquely Coraline, sweet and addicting.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

Her hips rock forward as these little noises sound from the back of her throat. They taste fucking delicious when I swallow them whole. She slides her hands over my shoulders and into my hair, tugging me impossibly closer.

A low groan rumbles from my chest as I palm her waist and lift her onto the counter. She gasps in surprise but doesn’t break the kiss, her legs widening for me to step between them.

We pull apart for air. Her lips are swollen and glistening, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. I sweep the pad of my thumb along her cheekbone, the one with the faintest mark still visible. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

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JASPER

My words hang in the charged air between us. Coraline’s eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, she just stares at me, something vulnerable and raw flickering across her face. Then her expression softens, a small, almost shy smile curving her plush mouth.

“You’re just saying that because I made you strawberry shortcakes,” she teases, but there’s a quaver in her voice that betrays her affected nonchalance.

I shake my head, my thumb stroking her cheekbone again, gentle and reverent. “I’m saying it because it’s true.” I lean forward and slowly capture her lips in a softer kiss, one that conveys all the things I can’t say.

It doesn’t stay soft and sweet, turning filthy quick enough. She rakes her hands through my hair, and I groan into her mouth. My hands flex around her waist, sliding over her hips and squeezing her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place as she rocks against me.

I can feel the heat of her through my jeans, and my cock is already demanding an appearance. Because apparently it only takes a couple of weeks for him to get addicted.

“Jasper,” she breathes against my lips, my name a plea.

“I got you, baby,” I assure her. “Hop down for a second.”

I help her off the counter and kneel down, my hands smoothing over her hips and down her thighs. She shivers under my touch, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. I look up at her through my lashes, holding her gaze as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her ripped jean shorts.

I take my time dragging them down her legs, enjoying the way her breath picks up. She steps out of them, one hand braced on my shoulder for balance. I toss the shorts aside, leaning forward and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her lower belly, just above the lacy edge of her panties.

Her skin is warm and silky under my lips. I trail kisses along her hip bone, dragging the edge of my teeth. She gasps, her fingers curling into my hair. I grin against her before hooking my thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly dragging them down. She’s bare and glistening, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.

“Goddamn, baby. My mouth is watering already.” I inhale deeply, my head fogging with lust.

I can't resist. I have to taste her. I swipe my tongue along her slit, and she groans.

“Fuck, Jasper.”

“That’s the idea,” I say against her cunt, making sure to trail my tongue over every inch of her.

“What if someone sees?” she pants.

Something about the way her breath catches snags my attention. I tear my focus away from the way her pussy is soaking my face, momentarily replacing my tongue with my fingers. I lift my head to catch her half-lidded gaze.

She jerks her chin toward the windows, her chest flushed with desire. “What if someone is watching right now?”

I keep my touch teasing, feathering my fingertips over her clit. “Then I think we should give them a show, yeah?”

Her lips part on a silent exhale and she stares at me with the same expression she had when we fucked around on the floating platform. Like she’s turned on and down for it, but also afraid I’m going to judge her or that it’s a trick.

“Yeah,” she breathes. Her hand finds the collar of my shirt and she tugs until it’s over my head and on the floor next to her shorts.

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