Page 22 of Off-Limits Mate

“It’s not. Past tense. It’s not really in the past at all. Because…”

I don’t get to finish that. In a heartbeat, Jasper surges up, and I’m wrapped up in his arms before I get the chance to tell him that I’m still obsessed with him. That it’s even worse now than it was before. I don’t tell him. But that’s okay.

Because the second his lips hit mine, every thought I’ve ever had just… disappears.

Jasper Rayburn is kissing me. And holy hell, this is a kiss.

I’ve dated. A lot. Maybe not as much as Jasper, but still. I’ve been kissed by a whole lot of guys in my life.

I might as well have never been kissed, because that’s how different Jasper is than any man I’ve ever kissed before. I moan. I can’t help it. The sound just pours out of me. Jasper’s hands tug at my hair, pulling me closer. One of his arms scoops underneath me, and I squeak as he lifts me, then my butt lands on something solid.

Countertop. Kitchen table. I don’t care. Now that I’m closer to his face, I can get more of Jasper.

His kiss is consuming. It’s more than just a kiss. This is life-changing.

Jasper breaks away, his mouth skating down my neck. “Fuck me,” he mutters against my skin. “You’re so fucking sexy, Amara.”

In response, I run my nails through his hair, messing it up like I’ve always wanted to.

“Fuck,” he groans. His hand collars my neck, and I arch backward as he presses lightly on my throat. I’m wearing a tank top. The right strap of it slides down, and Jasper’s hand leaves my throat, diving into the soft cotton to cup my breast. That makes both of us groan.

“Jasper,” I pant. “Room.” I don’t want to go any further sitting in my brother’s kitchen.

Jasper understands. He lifts me again, kneading my ass in his hands, his lips tracing my collarbone as he walks to the bedroom I’ve been staying in.

I don’t know how I get onto the bed. My mind is mush. All I can feel is Jasper. Everywhere. His lips on my neck. My shirt disappears somewhere, and he lavishes attention on my nipples, making the heat within me build so much that I know I’m not going to last long. When his fingers brush my hot center, my lounge pants long gone, I know that I’m about to explode.

“Jasper,” I pant, arching against him. I don’t know how to tell him to wait. That I don’t want to shatter unless he’s inside me.

Somehow, against all odds, he understands.

I moan as Jasper presses himself inside me.

“Please,” I whisper, trying to arch against him to take him deeper. He’s big. But I’ve been waiting to feel Jasper Rayburn for years. I need him.

“Fuck, Amara. Fuck. Just hold on. Just let me…”

I don’t care. Tipping my hips slightly, I take him deeper. Jasper lets out a strangled grunt, a sound that will live in my bones forever. He acts like being inside me is…

“Fucking heaven,” he mutters.

I gasp when he moves. Taking him was one thing. Experiencing him—that’s another.

Jasper’s hips pump inside me, building the sensation that I’ve been waiting for. I’m completely at his mercy. Completely overwhelmed by him, but part of him at the same time.

When I feel my center start to shake again, I don’t hold back. This is everything I want. And I let myself have it.

When I come, I scream his name. I think, anyway. I want to, and there’s a loud noise that sounds like me, so I assume I do.

My eyes are blurry. My back bows, and the shock of my pleasure ripples over me, sending my skin into a frenzy as Jasper jerks above me. His hips, his movements, all of them… they’re rough. Wild. The look in his eyes is… free.

At the last minute, he bends, latching his lips onto mine. I feel the minute that he lets go. He let me steal his breath, and he gasps my name against my lips.

We stay like that, together, our lips brushing each other for a while. Too long. Not long enough.

When I open my eyes, I’m a little afraid. I don’t want to let this moment end. I’m afraid if I open my eyes, none of it will be real. That I’ll just be some sad, lonely teenage girl, crushing on a guy who will never love me.

“Amara,” he whispers.

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