Page 43 of Intrigued
With my mouth caught open, I watched him storm over to the fireplace and pitch Dale’s card into the flames. I’d never had a man claim that any part of my body belonged to him.
“Are you serious?” I asked as he headed back toward me.
“I am,” he said and reached out for me.
I stepped back and threw my hands up. “Wait a second.”
His intense glare smoldered, making my heart bounce like a pogo stick. However, I could tell he had nothing to say. Jasper wanted action. He wanted me. The question was what did I want? Did I want to chastise him for being so jealous and possessive? My body was my own. That card he’d thrown in the fire belonged to me.
“Do you want Dale?” he finally asked.
The answer was easy. “No.”
“Do you want me?”
Is that a trick question?“Do you mean at this very moment?”
His narrow eyes flexed. “Whatever.”
Last night, this morning, interrupting my run, then after breakfast. Jasper and I had fucked three times… and a half. I couldn’t forget that he’d come into my room before the party and eaten my pussy.Why am I so famished for him?
“Do you want me?” he asked again, his tone insisting on an answer.
I couldn’t deny the truth. I nodded. And without delay, Jasper mashed his sweet mouth against mine. His tongue swirled around mine greedily. I thought he would taste like cigars, but he didn’t. My feet were swept off the floor, and I was being cradled in his arms. He carried me along the same path we had taken that morning—down the dimly lit hallway and into the same bedroom. Again, he tossed me on top of the bed.
The look in his eyes said he wanted to eat me alive. He grabbed me by the ankles, pulled my shoes off, and tossed them over his shoulder. I tried not to make it feel so damn recreational. I tried to think of what I could say or do to further my investigation. But my head was stuck in a daze as Jasper unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He freed his magnificent cock, which was rigid and perfect.
“Damn, I want to fuck you raw,” he said past clenched teeth.
I felt like a deer caught in his sights. But then I realized I’d better take control of the moment before he took more control of me. “I never had sex without a condom before,” I said.
His eyes flashed with intrigue. “Neither have I.”
I was good at discerning the truth from a lie. I knew for a fact he was being honest, especially since each time we had sex, he ripped the condom open as though it were a normal part of the activity of fucking.
“How about I pull out?” he asked.
My eyes landed on the tip of his dick, which glistened with Pre-come. For me, condoms weren’t only about getting pregnant. I’d never had an STD in my life. Plus, I remembered something. “When was the last time you slept with a prostitute?”
“A what?” he groused.
Goodness, Jasper Christmas had the most intimidating frown. I had to admit I didn’t like seeing it. However, I wasn’t afraid of it either.
“Prostitute,” I said more clearly.
“Why the fuck are you asking me if I have sex with prostitutes?”
It was time to give a little away, to bait my hook and see how much he bit. “I spent some time with Gina at the swimming pool earlier, and she told me the two of you had an encounter.”
I almost leaned back, waiting for him to roar with wrath. But he didn’t. Instead, he blinked at me without any sort of discernible expression. Then he closed his eyes. “Babe, I haven’t had sex with a woman in a long time,” he said in a tone that was almost a whisper. Then he opened his eyes. “Not before you arrived at least.”
I swallowed nervously, drenched by his sincerity. “I hadn’t done it in a long time either,” I admitted. “I mean, it’s been years, lots of years.” My eyes veered down to his dick. He had not lost any of his erection.
“I’ve been tested for every disease in the book,” he said. “What about you?”
“Same,” I said breathlessly.
“Then let’s fuck raw.”
