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I noticed even more tightness in his body.
“I moved to California four months ago. I’m in LA.” He sighed. “Sometimes, I hate those fucking people. But it’s only envy. They walk around as if they don’t have a care in the world. Stuck in traffic, and everybody looks so fucking calm behind the wheel. Even when they’re enraged, they look calm. What is that?”
“That’s experience,” I said.
“Experience?”
“It’s car culture.” I snorted. “And the constant sunshine. I promise, it really affects their mood, takes the edge off.”
“If that’s it, then I’m waiting for the sun to work on me.”
“Then you’re on edge?”
After a moment, he ground against me with a fresh hard-on. “Damn it, baby. I’m rising again.”
I moaned from pleasure. “I know. I can feel it.”
“I also want to tell you…” He sighed. His hardening dick shifted in and out of me.
“Tell me what?” I asked breathlessly.
“I want you to be careful.”
“Careful about what?” Damn, he felt so good inside me.
“Bryn.”
My eyes popped open. “Why are you warning me about Bryn?”
“She’s angry. Beyond angry, actually.” He was really concerned about her. I could hear it in his tone.
“It sounds as though you’re afraid of how she’ll direct her anger.”
His silence was thoughtful. “She’s hard to pin down.”
I didn’t agree. I thought Bryn was quite simple to figure out. However, that didn’t discount his concerns.
“Umm.” Jasper tenderly kissed my shoulder. His strokes were deep and indulgent. The closeness we were sharing was sending flutters of something that felt a lot like love through my heart. I would be a fool to allow myself to believe that what we were doing could lead to anything substantial. We weremakinglove, notinlove. I also had to remind myself that I couldn’t get so rooted in the good time I was having with Jasper that I forgot what I’d agreed to do for Bryn.
Another sigh escaped me. “So what do you think she’s capable of?” I asked breathlessly.
“Shit,” he whispered and quickly pulled his dick out of me. Once he let go of me, I turned to face him. Jasper smoothed locks of hair away from my face. “Just be careful.” Then he flipped over and lay on his back. “I hate to warn you about Bryn now. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to manipulate and control you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry about me. It takes more than fucking me to control me.”
He frowned then quickly wiped the expression off his face. “Is that what you think we’re doing? Just fucking?”
Is he really asking me that?I smirked. “What do you call it?”
“Fucking, but…”
“But?”
“I like you.”
“You don’t know me.”
He lay on his side, propping up his head as he fondled one of my breasts, gently pinching the nipple. “You’re intellectually curious.”
