Page 43 of Not That Impossible

“Reach behind you and hold onto my thighs,” he said, “and then lean back a bit. I want to see you. Let me see you. Yeah. That’s good.”

Like this, my torso was stretched tight and laid out for his viewing pleasure. I went light-headed with excitement as he mapped the lines of my six-pack, then gripped my waist, hard, and stroked his thumbs down along the defined edges of my V-cut.

My stomach muscles twitched. He did it again, and then again. Something at the base of my spine loosened and I sagged between his hands. He hummed. One hand went around to cup my butt and the other spread flat under my navel, pressing down possessively.

My breath caught and I arched into it.

He took his hands away, and just looked at me.

I liked it at first, preening a little, but it went on and on and he didn’t say anything. His eyes were hot and dark.

Helooked.

I shifted, uncomfortable. Liam made anah-ahsound. I froze.

“What do you want from me, Jasper?” he said.

That was easy.

I wanted a confession of his eternal and undying love.

An invitation—no, ademand—that I move in with him, at once, as we start our lives together.

A marriage proposal.

Kids, maybe? I hadn’t decided yet. Definitely a dog.

A few decades of shagging each other senseless, then curling up on the sofa and watching movies. I’d really like it if he let me set him up with a workout plan, because middle age wasn’t that far off for him and it payed to plan ahead.

I wanted him to want me half as much as I wanted him.

“An orgasm would be nice,” I said, because while I wasn’t smart like Adam, I wasn’t a complete idiot, either.

He continued to look at me.

“Or two,” I said. “If you’ve got the time.”

Why did he keep looking?

I sat up, ignoring theah-ahnoise this time, and went to brace myself against his chest. He caught me before I could touch him. After a brief tussle, I subsided and let him hold my hands in one of his.

“What you said last time sounded fun,” I tried.

He raised a brow. “You want my boot up your arse?”

“On the phone,” I clarified. “What you said on the phone.”

He raised the other brow.

Desperate to fill the silence, I gasped out, “Um, the bit where you said you wanted to hold me down and jerk me off. And then c-come on me.”

I couldn’t believe I’d actuallyaskedsomeone to hold me down.

“That’s what you want?”

“Why? I mean, it was your idea. I was going along with it. Those were your words, not mine,” I said, glancing down.

“Let’s do it, then—” he said, and laughed into my mouth when I lunged at him and kissed him. He held the side of my neck and said, “But, Jasper?”

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