Page 8 of Desire
I sighed at the first thrust, feeling every inch of his super-sized cock filling me. What a way to end an unwanted conversation.His cock continued rimming my pussy, letting me know he was focused on me. Jasper wanted me to come, hard, fast, and long. His wish was my command as I guided my hips toward his strokes. The first blooms of an orgasm filled my womanhood. I closed my eyes and concentrated on making the sensations flourish.
“Is that good, baby?” he whispered huskily.
“Mm-hmm.” My eyes squeezed tightlyshut, and the back of my head pressed against the pillow.
“Speak. Let me hear you tell me, baby.” He fucked me better, faster.
“Ah,” I cried.
“Say you fucking love it,” he demanded, riding me with more intensity.
“I love it, baby,” I freely claimed.
Then my eyes opened wide.Did I call him baby? Shit, I did.
From the dazed look on Jasper’s face, he hadn’theard me, or he didn’t care. Me referring to him as baby said I was claiming him as my own. He wasn’t mine.What the fuck am I doing?
I pushed against his chest. “Jasper, stop.”
He didn’t hesitate to do as I asked. “What is it?” He was breathing heavily, clearly alarmed by my sudden change of mood.
“What are we doing?” I sounded way too vulnerable for my liking. But it washow my heart truly felt. I was risking a lot, lying there under Jasper Christmas as he pounded the hell out of me. All the variations of our fucking were making me fall deeper and deeper in love with him. And I couldn’t feel that way about a man who was not readily available.
“You know what we’re doing,” he said, looking so very confused.
I turned away from his beautiful yet confusedblue-green eyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Jasper eased his engorged cock out of me and flopped down on his back beside me. “What’s going on with you?”
I pressed my forearm over my eyes. “I shouldn’t have let this happen between us, but I couldn’t stop it.”
“Why shouldn’t you let me make love to you?”
It was time to be brave. The moment had come to just sayit.
“Because this thing between us is too deep. One day you’ll marry someone else, and I’ll love another.”
Suddenly, Jasper reached out and pulled me against him. “You belong to me, Holly. Got it?”
I didn’t get it.
“Got it?” he demanded.
I sat up quickly, breaking free from his embrace. “I belong to you? Are you aware of how insane you sound?”
“I’m verysound, Holly,” he said as though he were offended by my question.
“You don’t get to be married to another woman while I belong to you,” I said, purposely laying it on thicker. I wanted him to do something wild and crazy like grab hold of me, squeeze me tightly, and declare his eternal love for me rather than Arthur Valentine’s daughter.
“You’re a journalist,” he said.
My frownintensified. “You can’t be with me because I’m a journalist?”
“Stop twisting my words to suit your suppositions. Your profession makes you believe speaking truth to power is the most effective way to right wrongs.”
I jerked my head back. “Talk about suppositions.”
“All I’m saying is that you do what you do as a journalist, and let me do what I do.”
“And what is it thatyou do?”
The long silence was suddenly interrupted by two rings, the room phone and another that came from Jasper’s jacket. He jumped out of bed to answer his call while I answered mine.Talk about being saved by the bell.
