Page 35 of Enemies with Benefits

I wanted to tell him to rip it off, if only for the novelty of experiencing such raw passion for the first time in my life. But I bit my tongue. There were other ways to achieve the mindless state his eyes promised. Trailing my fingers back up his torso to his neck, I dropped my other hand to the first strap and slowly lowered it. ‘Like this?’

His head jerked in a nod. ‘More,’ he commanded.

I tugged down the strap another fraction, bearing the top of my breast and exposing the smallest hint of a nipple.

‘More, Wren. More. Show me those perfect breasts I tasted last night.’

‘Hmm, how do I know you’re not going to leave me hanging again?’ I teased.

A dash of hectic colour highlighted his cheekbones. He nudged my hips to the edge of the table, until there was no mistaking his hard, potent ridge. ‘I promise, this time I’m not stopping until every inch of my cock is buried inside you. Now, please take that damn bra off before I rip it off with my teeth.’

A shiver coursed through me, pooling heat between my thighs. I felt myself getting wetter and sucked in a deep breath to compose my erratic heartbeat. I was dying for him to take me, and, though I suspected this would be more memorable than my previous sexual encounters, I still wanted him to work for it. My instincts warned me that giving in too easily to Jasper Mortimer was the absolute wrong tactic to take.

With a saucy little smile, I abandoned the bra and reached for the hem of my skirt. He watched me, his face tightening with every passing second as I nudged the material up my thighs until my panties were exposed. A projection in my mind’s eyes of how I looked—semi-naked and sprawled out, open to his gaze—sent a hot rush through me, followed swiftly by a pulse of feminine power as I caught his expression. He liked this. Hell, he more than liked it. In a fight where it seemed I was losing at every turn, it felt good to reclaim some ground.

‘Take my panties off, Jasper,’ I instructed, my voice a husky mess. ‘The bra stays on.’

He didn’t need a second bidding.

He dragged my panties off with a smooth move that made my heart miss several beats. And in the flip of a switch, I sensed a shift in the power balance. Firm hands grasped my thighs, parted them boldly so he could stare down at my damp flesh. A deep breath expanded his chest as he passed his thumb over my engorged clit. My whole body jerked, a spasm of pleasure rippling through me at that smallest touch.

Lust-dark eyes darted to my face and then back to my core. ‘I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Wren,’ he declared with gruff anticipation.

His dirty words made me hotter; more impatient. I tried to grasp him with my thighs, nudge him closer, to get this show on the road. Jasper merely smiled, put his thumb to his lips and decadently sucked off my wetness as he looked into my eyes.

‘You want it hard or slow?’

Again, I felt my face flaming, even as excitement fluttered in my belly. No other man had ever asked me that. And how pathetic was that? Or had I not been interested enough before to vocalise my own needs?

‘Do I have to choose? Can’t I have both?’

His smile widened, the confident stamp of a man who knew how to wield his sexual prowess. ‘You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.’

I swallowed at his thick promise; watched him reach into his back pocket for his wallet. He plucked out a condom, tore it open and gifted me another erotic sight of watching him slowly lower his zip.

I already knew he was thick and long, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the beautiful sculpture of Jasper’s cock or the pleasure I took in watching him glide on the condom.

Then he was reaching for my thighs, dragging me even closer to the edge of the table. Breathing harshly, he teased his length over my hot, wet core without entering me, his eyes on my face as he tormented me.

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he tilted his hips in one smooth movement and thrust deep inside me. A curious little sound left my throat, a cross between a muted scream and sheer delight at how deeply, completely he filled me. Then for the longest time he held still, his eyes shut and jaw locked tight.

‘Again, please,’ I gasped.

Exhaling, he withdrew, slowly...and repeated the penetration. Fiery desire shot up my spine, my hands scrambling for purchase on the table. ‘Oh, God, again. Please,’ I begged.

He gave a low, ragged laugh and started to thrust in earnest. My breath shortened, panted as he fell into a steady, mind-bending rhythm. My eyes drifted closed as pleasure collected deep in my pelvis but after a moment, I prised them open, the need to watch Jasper too overwhelming to deny.

And he was a glorious sight. His hooded gaze was rapt on my face, a lock of hair draped over his forehead as he shuttled in and out of me. Dear God, he was beautiful. An animal. One concentrated fully on me. The fierce light in his eyes said he would deliver on every single sexual promise he’d made.

‘Tell me more, Wren,’ he urged thickly. ‘I want to hear everything you’re feeling.’

I wasn’t sure why that demand rattled something inside me. When was the last time anyone had asked me what I felt? All my life I’d been subjected to what everyone believed was good for me without considering my input. I knew this was just sex, that he’d set himself a goal he was determined to achieve, but something inside me still lurched as I scrambled around for adequate words to describe this unique experience. ‘It feels good. So good.’

‘What else?’ he demanded, a touch harshly.

‘The way you’re holding me down. I like it.’

His fingers convulsed on my waist, tightening briefly as he pulled me into another thrust. A tiny scream left my throat, the sensation sharper, even more exquisite. ‘Yes! More of that. Faster.’

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