Jasper Vale (The Edens #4)(35)

Thirteen minutes after I put the first batch in the oven, they were on a cooling rack and the last dozen was baking.

Now she wouldn’t show up at the ranch empty-handed. Even if she didn’t like oatmeal raisin.

“You’re incredibly sexy in the kitchen,” she said. “And when you smile. Except you don’t smile enough. Why is that?”

I lifted a shoulder, leaning against the counter. Maybe there just wasn’t much to smile about.

She shifted away from the island, taking the space beside mine. “I’m tipsy.”

So whatever popped into that gorgeous head of hers was coming out of her pretty mouth.

“Will you smile for me?”

I smiled.

Her nose scrunched up. “That’s not your real smile. Your eyes aren’t doing the crinkle thing.”

“Crinkle thing?”

She waved it off, lifting her glass. But before she could take another drink, I stole it from her hand, bringing the sangria to my mouth.

Fuck, it was awful.

She’d used too much orange juice or too much rum or too much wine. Maybe too much of everything. It was like drinking diluted sweet and sour sauce.

“Bad, right?” She pouted.

I answered by finishing her glass in a single gulp.

“Jas,” she whispered. Damn, but I liked it when she called me Jas. Her gaze dropped to my mouth. “I don’t want to sleep on the couch anymore.”

Thank fuck. I set the empty glass in the sink. The pitcher would get poured down the drain later. The cookies had a minute left, but I took them out anyway, shutting off the oven and leaving them on the stovetop.

Then I took Eloise’s hand, leading her to the bathroom. With a quick flick on the knob, I turned on the shower.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

She obeyed without hesitation, facing the mirror.

I reached behind my head, yanking off my T-shirt. Then I shoved my shorts and boxers from my legs, kicking them off with my shoes. My cock jutted out, hard and throbbing, aching for the beautiful woman who stood silently staring at our reflection.

When I came up behind her, Eloise’s entire body shivered. I pressed my nose into her hair, breathing in that intoxicating scent. It held a bit of the burnt cookie smell too.

With one hand, I took her face in my grip, turning her chin up so she had to look up at me. She tried to turn around, but I shook my head, keeping her body aimed toward the mirror.

“Have you ever watched yourself come before?”

Her breath hitched. “No.”

“Watch.” Releasing her chin, I nodded to the mirror, already fogging at the edges from the shower’s steam.

Then I reached for the hem of her tee, pulling it up and over her chest. Her sports bra came next, landing with a thump on the floor. When her joggers and panties joined the heap, my hand snaked around her waist, skating across her hip before dropping down her thigh.

“Are you wet for me, angel?” I asked.

She nodded, her breaths coming in pants. Her eyelids fluttered closed the moment I dragged a finger through her slit.

“Fucking soaked,” I murmured against the skin of her shoulder. “Don’t close your eyes.”

Her blue eyes popped open, locking with mine through the glass.

“Watch how exquisite you are when you come.” I stroked her flesh, drawing that wetness from her core to her clit with slow, lazy circles. My cock was rock hard, weeping to sink inside her wet heat. I wedged it in between her ass cheeks.

Eloise whimpered, rocking her hips against my arousal.

I wrapped my other arm around her waist, holding her to me as I worked her clit, faster and faster. Her body began to tremble. Her mouth opened, her breaths heavy. And just like I’d ordered, she kept her eyes locked on our reflection.

“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous.” I slipped my middle finger inside. Then I shifted to her clit again, stroking and flicking. “Look at you. Look at how fucking sexy you are. Who gives a damn if you can bake cookies or make sangria. You’re perfect, El.”

“Jas.” She turned her chin, reaching back to cup my head, drawing my mouth toward hers.

I slammed my lips on hers, our tongues tangling the moment her orgasm broke. I swallowed her cry, refusing to let up as her body trembled and shattered. Pulse after pulse, she came apart in my arms until her body sagged against mine.

We shuffled into the shower, our mouths colliding again as soon as we were under the spray. Then I hoisted her up, her mouth fused to mine, her hands coming to my cheeks as she took control of the kiss, letting me press her against the slippery tiled wall.

When I slid inside, burying myself to the root, she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding tight while I fucked her hard, not letting up until we came together in a frenzy of cries and groans.

“No more couch,” I said, my cock still deep inside her.

She pushed her fingers through my wet hair. “Okay.”

I eased out and set her on her feet. While I washed my hair, she dragged a soapy puff across my shoulders and back. Then the two of us moved to the loft, ignoring the mess in the kitchen.

We fucked again, slow and lazy, until we were both spent.

The restless energy was gone. Finally. And even though she fell asleep cuddled into my side, making me too hot and uncomfortable, I crashed, waking only when dawn crept through the windows.