Page 41 of Hostile for the Holidays

I can be self-conscious about how he might use this interaction against me later or I can say fuck it and ride this gorgeous man’s face. My body urges me onward.

“Yeah, I want it.”

FOURTEEN

JASPER

I’ve mademy success by staying focused on what I can control, then seizing opportunities when they come my way. Stella asking me to kiss her again today was a gold mine that I couldn’t resist.

Yeah, I knew she’d win the wrapping contest and I’d happily oblige to kiss her.

But then I wondered if I could take things further. To show her that all I want to do is worship her.

So, I dropped to my knees in front of her and asked if I could kiss her between her thighs.

It seemed like a sweeter approach than asking to bury my face in her pussy. And she got the message because her breathing got heavier and beneath my palms, her hips started to shake.

But then, there was the longest pause. One that had me wondering if I should stand up and give her a kiss on the lips instead.

Then, she spoke.

“Yeah, I want it.”

The words stopped me in my tracks because I don’t think I’d allowed myself to ever think she would agree to me touching her.Fantasies are one thing. Stella St. James giving me the green light to taste her…now I’m in shock.

“Jasper?” she whispers, and I realize I haven’t moved.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“I know you are.” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice. “You’re right in front of me.”

I squeeze her hips beneath my palms.

It’s the moment I’m realizing that while I’m desperate to taste her, it’s pivotal. Stella St. James is giving herself to me and I better not fuck it up.

I’m afraid Stella will read my hesitation as disingenuous and call the whole thing off, but she surprises me. Her hands move to the waistband of her jeans. I watch her fingers—nails painted candy apple red to match her sweater—work the button through the hole to release it and it’s a moment in my life I’ll never forget.

I force myself to refocus, snapping out of whatever daze I’ve been in and reach for her zipper.

Hands inside her jeans, we work together to pull them down her legs. Picking up urgency, I pull off one laced snow boot, then another to free her legs from the denim.

When I come face to face with Stella’s panties, I have to adjust my erection that is pressed painfully against my zipper. Red and lacy with a darker spot in the center where she’s wet.For me.

I press my nose against the dampness and inhale her.

Fuucckkk.

The scent of her arousal has my head spinning. With my hands cupping her ass to keep her close, I kiss her there through the wet fabric.

“Jasper.”

“Yeah, Stell?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, baby, I’m just exploring.”

She takes matters into her own hands. Dipping her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, she shimmies out of it to reveal her center and a neatly trimmed patch of light-colored hair.

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