Page 26 of Thinking It Over

I smirked. “I really am.” I angled closer to his ear so he could hear me properly. “Thank you for this.” The sad reality of not remembering the last time a man had looked out for me, done something extra to make sure I was okay had hit me hard on the drive over.

And then there was Jasper.

His concern over the photos was as much for me as himself, and from the moment we’d talked through everything and shared heated kisses yesterday, he’d lavished me with attention. Then there was tonight.

He balanced including Ian with managing to make me feel as if I was the center of his focus perfectly. My body remained the only one he roamed, with both his hands and his eyes, despite the many men making a move when we weren’t grinding against each other.

I almost bit my tongue when, rather than responding with words, he flicked his tongue over my neck before turning it into tender kisses. When he reached my ear and worried my lobe, my groan escaped, and there was zero room between us as I held him flush to me.

The sweet kisses made their way across my jaw. But I couldn’t wait. Instead, I angled quickly and caught his mouth with mine, allowing his gasp to soak into me, drinking in his needy reaction. Our tongues tangled, mouths working us up into a frenzy that quite possibly wasn’t suitable for any other club but this one, considering the heavy sessions I’d seen on display.

Half-mast eyes peered up at me when Jasper pulled away. “I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Agreed,” I said.

His puffy-lipped smile made me throb and was enough of a spur to get me to take action.

I swung my gaze around the darkened room lit by strobe lighting. Ian was dancing with a guy about his size, hips close as they laughed at something. Jasper followed my gaze, nodded, took my hand, and we made our way over.

After receiving a thumbs-up from Ian, we left the vibrating room, me leading the way while Jasper focused on his phone, organizing an Uber.

“One minute,” he said when we stepped outside and the cool air hit us. It was fresh and sobering, and also dotted us with goose bumps I looked forward to licking off Jasper’s neck as soon as I had him naked and in bed.

NINE

JASPER

For the first time ever,I realized what the big deal was. Sex with someone you shared more of a connection with rather than a sometimes drunken one-night stand made so much sense. This was what it was all about.

Heat, passion, teasing.

Licks, sucks, nipping.

His mouth was everywhere, hands trying to touch every available inch of my skin. It was too much, but so not enough. I needed him in my mouth, and then I needed inside him.

Naked and splayed out on the bed, I gasped as he tugged at my nipple.

His chuckle followed. “You okay?”

I nodded before pressing both of my hands againsthis chest, pushing him backward and angling to switch places. The wicked smile on his lips impossible to ignore, I chased him onto his back with an open-mouthed kiss.

It would be easy to stay like this, kissing him for hours, but when his hips moved and his erection pressed against my thigh, renewed desire to taste him slammed into me.

But I had to ask.

“Do I need to get you a condom to suck you off?”

One thing four years at college had taught me was screw embarrassment. Sexual health was important.

“I’m 100 percent clear,” he said as he trailed his fingers over my jaw. “It was the first thing I checked after. I’m also on PrEP.”

I nodded, not needing him to elaborate. “Me too. It’s been three months since I was last checked,” I admitted. “It’ll be my mission next week.”

His grin was wide. “Good. I’d prefer to taste you when I’m sucking you off.”

The image had me groaning. “In the meantime,” I said breathily, “let me go to town, then I’ll be slipping on protection if that’s okay with you?” My hand had trailed around to his ass, and I squeezed as I spoke, making my intentions clear.”

Slamming his eyes shut, he bobbed his head quickly. “Yes, please, let’s do that.”

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