Page 17 of Intrigued
“Miss?”
I jumped, clenching a hand over my heart as I turned to William.
“I apologize for startling you,” he said.
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m just going for a run.”
He nodded, and I continued walking. I could smell breakfast being prepared from the hallway, then I remembered it was the meal I wasn’t invited to. I exited through the back door. It was still dark outside. It had snowed even more overnight, yet from where I stood, all the roads on the property appeared to have been cleared.
After five minutes of stretching and three minutes of jumping jacks, I was off. The brisk morning air flowed up my nose as I ran. What I’d hoped would happen wasn’t working. I could still see Jasper’s head between my legs as he tortured me with pleasure. Damn, he was so good at that, the best I’d ever had—not that I’d had many. After my first couple of sexual experiences, I had decided it was overrated. The act always seemed more gratifying for the guy than for me. I’d soon figured out that it wasn’t about physical pleasure for most females. It was about the value one felt watching a man want it so badly, watching him convulse with pleasure and quake with need all because of my body. But last night when Jasper Christmas had come to me, I grasped the enjoyable nature of sex for the first time ever.
I squeezed my eyes shut to banish the thought that came to mind.More. I want more.
Suddenly, I crashed into something hard. I fell back then was pulled forward against a solid, warm body.
“Good morning,” the man with blue-green eyes said.
I swallowed nervously. “Jasper? What are you doing out here?”
“The same thing you’re doing out here. Listen…” He appeared anxious as he rubbed the back of his head. “Can I show you something?”
“Show me something?”
“Follow me.” He started running toward the ground I had already covered. The guy had balls. He didn’t even look back to see if I was following.
But my feet did what my brain hesitated to do. Soon, I caught up, and we were running side by side. Our glances met. His eyebrows furrowed. I wondered if he would prefer that I stay behind him. That was not going to happen.
I hadn’t paid attention to all the beautiful nature around me. The trees were healthy, and their needles glistened with snow. We jogged through an overhang of bare, winter-worn trees. I tried not to look at Jasper more than I had to. He ran like a thoroughbred, and his legs, chest, and arms were perfectly sculpted. Last night, I’d been in such a lustful haze that I hadn’t really gotten a good look at his body.
Up ahead to our right was a stone cottage. Smoke snaked up from the chimney. Jasper slowed his pace as he led me up the cobblestone walkway. He turned the knob and held the door open for me. Our gazes brushed as I swept past him.
“So is this where you’re sleeping?” I asked.
The door closed. Then my back was against it, and he was tonguing me. He had struck like a horny viper, shoving his hand down my skintight pants and prodding me with his insatiable fingers.
My head was spinning as my greed matched his. It was all so insane.
Jasper forced his mouth off mine. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Me?He was the one doing all the “doing.” I would’ve said exactly that, but I didn’t want to give him any clue that he should probably stop “doing” me. No matter how many orgasms or hot, soul-stirring kisses he gave me, I would fulfill my obligations to Bryn and hold nothing back.
Suddenly, my feet were swept off the floor, and he was carrying me through a living room, which had modernly designed expensive furniture. I would’ve loved to get more of an eyeful, but I was trapped in that familiar lustful daze Jasper incited within me.
He brought me into a bedroom, where a comfortable fire brewed, and dropped me on top of a bed that was even bigger than the one I’d slept on the night before.
Jasper didn’t pause as he pulled one of my shoes off then the other. Knowing what would soon come made me wetter. I could feel my juices soak the crotch of my pants, which were being yanked off.
His eyes widened at my nearly bare pussy. I wasn’t the sort of woman who put myself through the torture of regular waxing. By the look in his eyes, Jasper was turned on by a little hair down there.
His deep inhalation sounded spontaneous. Finally, I understood how addictive it could be to have the power to make a man so horny. The look in his eyes said he would’ve killed anyone or anything to have my pussy. Then he slipped three fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit.
I made all sorts of sounds, all high-pitched and laced with moans.
“Keep still,” he commanded.
I couldn’t do that.
He stopped. “You want this?”
