Page 54 of Jasper
“As long as you want.”
“That might be a while. If I start wearing out my welcome, just let me know,” I tell him.
He reaches behind him and grabs the alarm clock off the nightstand. It hasn’t gone off yet and he turns the ringer off to make sure it doesn’t.
Checking the time, he jerks his chin at me. “It’s still early,” he says. “You hungry?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
He nods, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands. The light from the window falls across his back, catching every ridge and line of muscle. He stretches, arms overhead, completely unselfconscious. My breath catches, and I’m not proud of it, but I let my eyes linger.
He glances over his shoulder and gives a lopsided smile. “See something you like?”
I arch a brow. “Your ink is amazing.”
“The ink only took a minute compared to buildin’ the body. That took years of workin’ out. You know that, right?”
As my eyes drift over the mountains of muscle and his six-pack, I murmur, “I don’t doubt it.”
He laughs. The sound is low and warm and thoroughly arousing. It’s starting to feel like everything about this man was designed to make me want him.
“Join me in the shower if you want,” he says as he heads into the bathroom. The sexy bastard leaves the door open, no doubt to remind me that joining him is a standing invitation. I hear water running, and suddenly a nice hot shower sounds like the best thing in the world right now. Feeling fearless, I strip off the t-shirt and follow him. Jasper is standing at the sink, brushing his teeth, one hip leaning against the counter. When he catches my reflection in the mirror, his eyes light up and a huge grin spreads across his face.
He tilts his head towards the open shower stall.
“There’s plenty of hot water,” he says through foam. “Jump in and I’ll join ya.”
I step into the stall and let the spray hit me. It’s hot and soothing, just like I thought it would be. The pressure loosens the tightness in my shoulders, washes away the weight of yesterday in steam. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and breathe.
Then I feel him getting into the shower behind me.
His hands come to rest lightly on my hips, his chest brushing against my back.
“Is this okay?” he asks in a deep voice, as his hands slide up my arms, down my sides.
“God, yeah. It feels amazing,” I tell him.
He reaches for the bottle of soap, lathers it between his palms, and starts washing me, beginning with my shoulders. His strong hands make it more like a massage. Jasper works the shoulder muscles with quiet focus, then moves down my spine with strong, sure fingers. By the time he’s at my lower back, I’m barely breathing.
“I like taking care of you,” he says quietly. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, so I know he’s close.
I press my hands to the tiled wall in front of me and murmur, “You have a nice touch.”
His hands trail lower, over my hips, then forward to slide over my belly. He’s careful, slower here. One palm rests flat beneath my navel, the other cupping the side of my waist.
“She’s going to be strong,” he says, “just like her mom.”
“Unless she turns out to be a he,” I say, glancing over my shoulder. “In which case, he’ll probably be hell on wheels like his dad.”
“I’m a pretty mild-mannered brother compared to some of the men in my club, so I don’t know what has you thinking that I’m hell on wheels,” he says mildly. There is a trace of amusement in his tone, so I take that as an invitation to tease him some more.
I turn around to face him, water cascading between us. He’s already soaked, hair darkened and slicked back. I step forwardand respond playfully, “Do all your brothers carry huge guns, shoot drones out of the air, and drag them home like game?”
He tugs me closer, a soft smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “I was born and bred to lead. My old man groomed me to be president of this club from the time I could walk. After all these years, it just comes naturally.”
“I feel safer with you in charge around here,” I say, running my fingers through his wet hair and pulling his mouth down to mine.
The kiss starts soft, but heat builds fast beneath it. My hands explore his chest, then trail lower, my fingers skimming the V of muscle at his hips. He groans into my mouth when I touch him, his cock is hard and thick and ready for me.
