Page 9 of Desire
Chapter Four
“Okay, thank you,” I said to the front-desk clerk, who was on the other end of the line. She had just informed me that the roads were closed, and because of it, the hotel was allowing me to stay an extra night at no charge.
Jasper had put on his coat and takenhis call in the hallway. My mind raced with reasons why he wanted his privacy. The one that stood out the most had to do with Julia. Maybe they were married and he was secretly cheating on his new wife. But that thought diminished almost as soon as it arose. Jasper wasn’t a cheater. He would tell me the truth if he were married to Julia then try to convince me to sleep with him regardless.
My eyes shifted to the left and right as I thought about the fastest way to ease my suspicion. I couldn’t call Bryn and ask for the truth since she had fallen off the face of the earth. Even though Jasper had managed to keep just about all negativity about him off the Internet, maybe Julia Valentine hadn’t.
Regardless, I sat against the headboard and performed an Internet search onJasper Walker Christmas, but this time I added the word “wife.” The results that came up had to do with him being one of the sexiest and richest bachelors in the world. There was also an article that mentioned why being single could hurt his chances at winning the presidency. Then there were rumors of him possibly being gay. I rolled my eyes. That was not even remotely true.
I narrowedmy eyes at the door.Where is he, and who is he talking to?The fact that he had been gone for so long gave me time to try another search. I triedJasper Christmas girlfriend,and all the results were about his brothers. However, there was something else that captured my attention.
Finally, the door opened, and I jumped, smashing my phone against the bed sheets. Jasper’s tall and manlyframe walked into the room. He looked as pale as a ghost.
I felt the corners of my mouth turn down. “What is it?”
He shook his head, taking off his coat. “It’s nothing.”
I could see it was clearly something.
“What did the front desk want?” he asked. His tone was brisk.
“We’re snowed in for the rest of the evening. She’ll let me know when the roads are clear,but it looks as though we won’t be able to travel tomorrow either.” I hadn’t considered until then how awkward it would be remaining trapped in a room with Jasper for God knew how long, especially while completely believing our fucking wouldn’t lead to anything serious.
Jasper grunted thoughtfully as he laid his coat across the chair. “It does look pretty bad out there.”
What tosay next?I wondered if it was best to not pick up where we left off.
He took his shirt off, and I was momentarily stunned by the sight of his smooth skin, rippled chest, waist, abs, and arms. The chorus of his bravura nearly took my breath away. I watched him as if he were a bronze statue who required admiration as he walked into the bathroom.
“So who called you?” I asked.
“It was business,” he said from the other room.
I frowned. His tone indicated that he didn’t want to say more than that. I didn’t want to push because I didn’t want to convince myself for another second that Jasper and I had more than fucking going on between us. A strong sexual connection pulled us together like kinetic energy. It was global in its scale. It was just one of those phenomenaof life that happened to people sometimes. We had to get fucking each other out of our systems, and I was fine with doing that.
“Hey,” he said in a consolatory voice as he came back into the room. His face lowered to mine, and he quickly kissed me on the lips. “I promise it was only business. And there’s nothing between Julia and me.”
I looked him staunchly in the eyes. “Oh, there’ssomething.”
He pressed his lips together in a slight grimace. We both held our expressions as though we were waiting for the other to speak first.
“I don’t know what you mean when you say that,” he finally said. “In a way, she and I are linked, but I’m working to resolve that. I need your patience. I know whatever this is between us is new, but you must trust what I feel for you.”He slid a hand down the side of my face and cupped my chin. “Holly. Please?”
I trusted him, and that scared me. Talk was cheap. That was what I’d always believed, which was one reason I had chosen to become a journalist. My profession gave me the opportunity to search until I discovered what was near an absolute truth. To do that, to keep going until no more questions needed to be asked,I had to maintain a certain level of doubt. But as true as the sun would rise in the morning, I believed Jasper, and yes, that scared the hell out of me.
I faked a smile. “Okay.”
Jasper took my affability as permission to kiss and nibble my neck. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, giving him more space to make me feel good.
“So how about we pick up where we left off,”he whispered thickly.
I nodded. His eyes lit up as he mounted me. Our mouths melted, and I let go of all of my hang-ups.
I wason my hands and knees, and Jasper was behind me, pounding the hell out of my pussy. Sweat glazed our skin. The room smelled like sex mingled with the fading scent of my perfume and his cologne. I had climaxed so many times that my entire body was sensitive to whatever Jasper wanted to do to it.
“I’m coming, baby,” he said throatily.
I jerkedwith his every thrust, feeling all of his thick, big cock inside me. I loved getting him to that point. My sex gripped his manhood to make him come faster.
