Page 13 of Wicked Love
Jasper groaned, and he let go of my arm to wrap both his arms around me, one hand tangling in my hair. He devoured my lips, nipping at them as he kissed me. The scrape of his teeth against my skin made me wet.
My arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His lips moved down my neck, and my head fell back. I moaned. He felt so good.
Jasper slid his hands under my tee shirt, up my back. One hand came around and lifted up my tee shirt to expose my breasts. I felt my nipples pebble under the breeze from the ceiling fan, and Jasper bent his head to take one in his mouth.
I felt a rush of wetness between my legs as he suckled on the nipple, his other arm cradling me, supporting me.
Then he moved his mouth to the other nipple, and the feel of his teeth made me gasp. “Oh, Goddess.”
Jasper stilled. He stood, letting my tee shirt fall. “I—I didn’t mean—” he began.
“I did,” I said, feeling bolder than I’d felt in ages. “Don’t stop.”
“Melasina—”
I pulled him toward me, moving us to my room. There were two small rooms on the side of my house. The one in the front of the house was my office. I’d made the second room my bedroom.
At the doorway, he balked. “No, we can’t.”
I stopped. “We don’t have to,” I said, feeling bereft at his rejection. I straightened my tee shirt. “I’m sorry. I had the wrong idea.” I took a step to move around him.
“No, you didn’t,” Jasper’s voice was raspy and low. For the second time that night, his arm stopped me. Slowly, gently, he pulled me to him, and walked into my room with me. He turned, and sat on the edge of my bed. “You didn’t have the wrong idea at all.” He paused again. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Are you?” I cupped his face in my hands. It didn’t matter that he was a librarian, that I was hiding secrets—none of that mattered. What mattered was right now, the two of us, together. This was right. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew.
“Yes,” Jasper said. He lifted my shirt, and this time, he drew it over my head.
I reached down and slid his jacket off. I’d gotten home and changed into shorts and a tee shirt, but Jasper was still in his suit from the ball. Once his jacket was on the floor, I undid his tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt.
All the while he watched me with dark eyes that held hunger and desire. Staring into his eyes and seeing his desire made me feel strong and powerful.
He reached for my shorts, and tucking his thumbs in the waistband, slid them down, taking my panties with the shorts. I stepped out of them, and stood before him, naked.
His eyes were hooded as he gazed at me. “You are beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.
I stepped closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around me again, his head at my stomach. He was still for a moment, and then I felt his lips against my skin. He kissed my stomach, and then his mouth followed his hands to my hips.
It had been a long time since I’d let anyone see me naked, much less this guy. But he felt so good, and his hands on me felt right.
“I’m sure,” Jasper murmured into my hipbone. “I want you.”
I reached down and tilted his head up. “Good,” I said.
He stood up, turning me around, and sat me down on the bed.
“Lie back,” Jasper grinned as he spoke.
I couldn’t help but to grin back, and I let myself relax onto the bed. I made to scoot up, but he grabbed my legs.
“No,” was all he said.
With my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Jasper knelt down between them. He shuffled around, and I heard him kick something.
Oh, shit. My bag.
“Hey!” Zelda hissed.
“Oh,” I sighed loudly, pushing myself up onto my elbows.
