Page 36 of Intrigued
Finally, we arrived at the neighbor’s gate, where I thanked Tiffany, wished her the best, and headed back onto the Christmases’ property the way I walked off. My pace was so brisk that by the time I made it to my room, I was warm instead of cold.
I opened the closet and then my suitcase, searching through my dirty clothes for the shirt I’d worn that morning. Jasper had bitten and sucked my nipples through the material, so I had his DNA already. All I needed were Spencer and Bryn’s DNA. Thank goodness I could pass on Asher, being that he and Bryn were twins. She would easily cough up a sample for me, but Spencer would be tough.
As I carried my blouse out of the closet, I tried to figure out the easiest way of acquiring Spencer’s DNA. A face came to mind, and I turned toward the wall that separated my room from the one next door.
“Where have you been?” a man asked.
I yelped loudly and jumped, pressing my hand over my pounding heart. Then I saw Jasper standing where he’d stood yesterday. He was looking out the window, and I couldn’t help but notice how divine he looked in black silk twill pants and a crisp white shirt.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked.
“I asked, ‘Where have you been’?”
He was being a dick, which helped me relax a little. “I know what you asked, but you’re in my space. I’m not in yours. So, why are you here?”
Finally, he turned to face me. “I’m sorry about this morning. Whatever the hell I did. I don’t have a clue.”
I felt trapped by his gaze for more reasons than one. First, I had the shirt with his saliva on it in my hands, and I hoped to God he wouldn’t ask me what I was doing with it. Second, I was just about to go to Gina’s room to ask if there was a way she could help me collect Spencer’s DNA.
Desire lit Jasper’s eyes as they undressed me. I remembered what he’d said to set me off that morning. He’d called me Miss Henderson. Now that we were beyond the heat of the moment, I could see that my reaction was severe.
I sighed as I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything really. I don’t like it when you call me Miss Henderson. It feels…”
We stared at each other. However, I could see that he was waiting for me to finish what I was saying. And I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t tell him that I felt cheap. I felt as if I were his sexual object. He could never love me. He could never want me, not for real.
My head turned dizzy as he approached me. Jasper took me by the waist and drew me against his ready cock. Our kissing was always so damn sensual. We had natural chemistry. Our tongues brushed each other delicately, and our lips rubbed as though they were engaging in an erotic massage. Then he gently bit my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. When he released it, I did the same to him, and that drove him wild with lust.
The next thing I knew, Jasper tossed me on the bed. I tossed the shirt in my hand above my head.Screw the DNA sample, at least for the moment.He lifted my leg and pulled off one of my boots then the other. I tried to beat him to the button of my pants, but he was fast.
Jasper undid them and yanked them off. “Spread your legs,” he whispered thickly.
His eyes blazed as I separated my knees. I could feel his glare stroking the wet crotch of my black lace panties. Fueled by lust, I wondered what he was going to do next. Jasper dropped to his knees, pulled my pussy against his face, and began stimulating my clit with his tongue through my panties.
I cried out and squirmed, feeling the vigorous and marvelous sensation of orgasm. My head was woozy as I sat up and reached out to unbutton his expensive pants. It was time for me to do him.
Jasper’s hand seized my wrist. “Not now,” he whispered, even though I could see that he was about to burst. “I just want to smell you on my face.” He cracked a smile. He helped me to my feet. He was still rock hard. “What’s going on between us stays between us.”
Once again, I felt relegated to being his temporary concubine. But I didn’t care. Jasper Christmas was sexy as hell, and he had made my body feel sensations I’d never thought existed. Plus, in one statement, he’d reminded me of what was really important. Now he’d given me even more DNA to send to the lab—his saliva on my panties.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “My expectations of there being an ‘us’ are nonexistent.”
His eyebrows furrowed.
I walked to the closet to put on a fluffy robe. “I mean we don’t do much but have sex. I don’t know who you are, not for real. And you certainly don’t know who I am.” Now that I was out of his sight, it was easier to restrain my tears.
“I know who you are,” he claimed.
I wrapped myself in the robe, walked back out to the main room, and stood in front of him. “You can’t know me.”
There was a glint of intrigue in his eyes. “Maybe one day, I’ll share all of what I know about you with you.”
Damn, those eyes.They always drew me in. I had to hurry and get the hell away from the Christmas mansion before Jasper broke my heart.
“I’m all ears,” I said, wearing a fake optimistic smile.
He studied me then checked his wristwatch. “I’m late for my own party.”
We were staring at each other again, which made my insides flutter. I hated that Jasper Christmas had the power to make me feel that way.
