Page 80 of The Unhinged Christmas of a Cat Lady
“Turn over,” he says softly, his voice a low rumble that sends a flutter through my chest. I do as he asks, rolling onto my back and propping myself up on my elbows. Jasper’s eyes meet mine, his gaze intense and filled with a warmth that makes my heart skip a beat. He’s handsome, with his dark hair and strong features, but it’s the kindness in his eyes that truly captivates me.
He begins again, his hands moving to my shoulders and then down my arms, his touch light and teasing. I feel a tingle run through me as his fingers brush over my skin, his movements slow and deliberate. There’s something different about this massage, something more charged, more intimate. I can feel the air between us thicken, the tension building in a way that’s both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
“Jasper,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. His hands pause, and he looks at me, his expression unreadable.
“What is it?” he asks, his voice gentle.
I bite my lip, unsure how to put my thoughts into words. “This feels… different,” I admit, my cheeks flushing as I meet his gaze. He smiles, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, and my heart races.
“Does it?” he asks, his tone playful. His hands move again, this time to my thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of my legs with a deliberate slowness that makes my breath catch. I feel a warmth spread through me and a heat that pools low in my belly.
“Oh my,” I say with a shaky voice. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over my skin as he speaks.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
I shake my head, my eyes fluttering closed as his hands continue their slow, teasing exploration.
His hands move higher, his fingers skimming the hem of my loose shirt before slipping underneath. I shiver as his touch meets my bare skin, his palms warm against my stomach. He takes his time, his movements unhurried as he traces the contours of my body, his touch both gentle and firm.
I feel my breath quicken, my body responding to his fingers in a way that’s both familiar and entirely new. There’s a hunger building inside me, a need that’s been simmering just beneath the surface all day. Jasper’s hands seem to know exactly where to go, his fingers mapping the sensitive spots that make me arch into his touch.
“You’re ruining me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone. I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me.
His hands move higher, cupping my breasts with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. I feel his thumbs brush over my nipples, and I breathe out sharply, my body tightening as pleasure spikes through me. He takes his time, teasing and edging me, his touch deliberate and unhurried.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my voice thick with need. “Please.”
He smiles against my skin, his lips trailing down my chest. “Patience,” he whispers, his breath hot against me. “I want to take my time with you.”
I nod, though I’m not sure I have the strength to form words. His hands continue their slow exploration, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that leave me trembling. I feel the tension building, a coil of pleasure tightening inside me, and I know I’m on the edge of something incredible.
But Jasper doesn’t let me go over. He pulls back, his hands moving to my hips as he holds me in place. I whimper in frustration, my body arching toward him, desperate for more.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm yet gentle. “I want to savour this.”
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze as he leans back on his heels. He’s watching me, his expression intense and filled with a desire that mirrors my own. I feel a flush creep up my cheeks, but I don’t look away. There’s something powerful in this moment, something raw and honest.
“What do you want, Princess?” he asks, his voice low and steady.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “You,” I reply, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I want you.”
He smiles, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. “Then take me,” he says, his voice a challenge.
I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with the possibilities. But as our lips meet, as his hands move to my body with a newfound urgency, I realise that this is just the beginning. The possibilities stretch out before us, endless and tantalising. And I can’t wait to see where they lead.
Chapter twenty-one
I Wish It Could Be Chaos Every Day
Jasper
I’m lying on my back, shifting Miranda so she is straddling me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid gold. Her eyes, a deep shade of blue, lock onto mine as she lowers herself onto me, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“You’re so fucking tight, Miranda,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. Her walls grip me like a vice, her warmth enveloping me in a way that makes my breath catch.
She moans softly, her head tilting back as she begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I can feel every inch of her, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. It’s intoxicating, the way she takes control, yet still surrenders to the moment.
“That’s it, take what you need, Princess,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her skin is soft beneath my palms, her body responding to my touch like it was made for me. She’s not just tight—she’s perfect. Every movement, every sound she makes, sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I can’t help but groan, my voice deepening as I lose myself in the sensation.
