Players, Bumps and Cocktail Sausages (Silence #3)(41)

“I don’t, but you know how I love to make you blush.”

“I think we both know I’m not so innocent.”

I trace my finger down her neck and along her collarbone.

“I remember.”

“Jasper,” she whispered breathlessly, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Wasn’t the best idea last time either. You’d just broken up with the library dick.”

I expected her to protest or shoot me some smart-arse comeback, but her lips slammed against mine.

Holly taking the lead. That was unexpected. It took all of one second for me to be ready.

I pulled her on my lap, and she curled her arms around my neck. Her lips were soft, but wrestling mine with a needy aggression I didn’t know she was capable of. This was petite, shy and sweet Holly - not my usual outgoing type, but right now, I had never wanted anything more.

I pushed my tongue in her mouth. She accepted me instantly, whimpering and pressing her body against mine. My mind was screaming bad idea, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. There was something about her, something I couldn’t stay away from. I’d tried and failed miserably to keep my distance after last time, but I didn’t even want to anymore .

“Jasper,” she murmured against my lips. “I want you.”

I felt a thousand feet tall. My pulse raced. I wrapped my arm under her perfect little butt and stood up. After feeling the lowest I had since Oakley spoke up about what she’d suffered, and finding out Abby was pregnant with another man’s child, Holly made it go away - and I couldn’t get enough of that feeling. She made it disappear until there was only us.

The six strides it took to reach my bedroom from the sofa felt about a hundred feet, I couldn’t wait to have my lips on every inch of her body again. I couldn’t wait to feel that incredible feeling as I pushed inside her.

My fingers dug into her skin as she bit my neck and tightened her legs around me. I dropped her on the bed and looked down at her. With no make-up and messy hair fanned out over my pillow she’d never looked so beautiful.

I crawled on the bed and lowered my face to hers.

After the last time, I had silently vowed not to sleep with a mate’s sister again. I was going to hell for sure.





Chapter Seventeen


Holly




My eyes fluttered open and I was momentarily disorientated at being in Jasper’s bedroom. He slept peacefully beside me with one arm tucked under his pillow. He faced me, breathing evenly. I’d only seen him asleep one other time – the first time we’d slept together – but I could quite happily wake up to his beautiful face every day.

Recently he’d had so much rubbish thrown at him it was understandable that he drank to forget it, but that wasn’t going to do him any good in the long run. I hated seeing him so unhappy. In a very, very short space of time, he’d stolen my heart, tattooing his name across it in permanent ink. I would tell him how I felt if I thought he would give us a chance. But he was going through a marriage breakdown, and yesterday he found out he wasn’t father to his soon-to-be-ex-wife’s baby. Now really was not the time to drop that on his doorstep too.

In two months, I was leaving to go back to university anyway and although it was only forty-five minutes away it would be hard to have a relationship with that distance as well as concentrating on my degree. Not to mention the fact that he just wanted to sleep around.

We weren’t going to work. Despite how much I wanted him to give us a chance, I understood that this wasn’t the time for us. I had faith that if something was meant to happen between us then it would. Perhaps next year when I moved back here – if he wanted.

“I can feel you watching me,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a hangover.

My face flamed.

“I’m not,” I whispered.

His eyes opened and my breath caught at the pools of light grey staring back at me.

“You’re a crap liar, Holly.”

I pulled the quilt higher, so it completely covered my breasts.

Jasper’s eyebrow arched.

“You’re shy after I spent a good three hours with my hands and mouth all over your body.”

I flushed again. Why did he have to say stuff so bluntly like that? He wasn’t at all shy; we were polar opposites.

“It’s light, and you’re not drunk now.”

He frowned and then sat up faster than I could blink. The quilt was ripped from me, and I used my hands to cover myself as best I could.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, squirming under his gaze. I wasn’t body confident. I wasn’t anything confident.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Holly, your body is flawless.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from my breasts. “Stop hiding.”

“Jasper, don’t,” I whispered, on the brink of tears.

He pulled me up and we were facing each other. I shrank as much as I could and looked up at him. What was he doing?

“You’re beautiful. I don’t get why you’re so shy, especially with me now.”

Because I care about you too much, and I care what you think of my body and me.

His eyes darkened as his hand rose, and rested down just above my breast. I stopped breathing as his fingers glided over my skin, leaving a burning path behind them. He held my gaze, trapping me in it as he touched my body all over. I shuddered as he brushed over my hips and down to my thighs.