Strong Enough (Tall, Dark, and Dangerous #1)(37)
Nimbly, he unties my right shoe and pulls it from my foot. Then, with deliberate movements, he slides his fingers under the elastic of my sock and slips it down my foot, easing it over the tips of my toes. The material softly scrapes my skin, the friction resounding in my belly like a caress.
He treats the other foot to the same kind of methodical attention, leaving enough moisture between my legs to douse the fire. But not nearly enough to douse my fire. It’s just beginning to rage out of control. This time there will be no stopping. This time I will feel all of Jasper and he will feel all of me.
When he’s discarded my socks, Jasper grabs me behind the bend of each knee and pulls me toward him again, guiding my legs to either side of his. I’m resting on my elbows, my sex throbbing like native drums, when Jasper reaches for the hem of my shirt. Rather than curling his fingers into it, however, he lays his hands flat against my stomach and starts to push the material up.
His palms are broad, hot torture to the bare skin of my midriff. I suck in a breath and his lips turn up at the corners.
“Easy, kitten,” he murmurs. “Don’t scratch me yet.”
At a pace that has me nearly writhing against him, Jasper raises my shirt, his rough hands a tantalizing scrape of skin on skin, a promise of wicked delight to come.
When he reaches my breasts, he moves up and over them, cupping them for just a second before continuing on. He turns his hands just enough that his thumbs graze my nipples with enough pressure to make me arch my back. And then they’re gone and his fingers are on my chest. At my throat.
“Lie back,” he instructs quietly, his voice as hypnotic as his eyes.
I do as he asks. He scoots up between my legs and leans over me, easing first one arm then the other out of their sleeves so he can pull my shirt over my head. With every movement, he rocks ever so slightly against me, the hardness of his erection straining against his pants, straining against me.
When my shirt is gone and I’m lying with my arms by my sides and my legs practically around his hips, Jasper rests his weight on one forearm and bends to speak into my ear.
“I can feel how hot you are all the way through my jeans.” A tiny bit of blood rushes to my face. The rest pools at the very point where his body touches mine. “Tell me, kitten, can I take the rest of what I won?”
“You haven’t won yet,” I respond breathily.
“But it’s just a matter of time.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“I’ll make sure I win. Even if I have to cheat.”
“That’s hardly fair.”
Jasper flexes his hips, pressing into me in a painfully slow rhythm that makes my whole body tighten. “It’s hardly fair that the only taste I crave is the inside of your mouth. It’s hardly fair that I go to bed thinking about you or that I wake up aching for you. It’s hardly fair that I want you so bad my cock feels like it’s going to explode. But, then again, whoever said life was fair?”
“I guess you have a point,” I manage past the moan that’s bubbling in my throat.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, the fingers of his free hand sliding under the waist band of my yoga pants to grip my hip.
“That’s a hell yes.”
The last thing I hear before his lips meet mine is a throaty laugh that makes the hair on my arms stand up. And then I’m lost, lost in a sea of sensation and desire.
Jasper’s tongue slides effortlessly past my lips just as his hand turns and slides down the front of my panties. My spread legs leave me open for him. There’s nothing between him and the emptiness that only he can fill.
He moves into my panties and I hold my breath, anticipating the first electric touch of his fingers. He eases one fingertip between my folds, unerringly finding my nub. He rubs over it in one soft sweep, bringing my hips up off the floor before he moves down to my entrance, circling it as his palm cups the rest of me. “Holy Jesus, you’re wet. So wet,” he moans against my mouth, teasing me with several more circles before pushing one long finger inside me.
I groan into his mouth and he flexes his finger within me, rubbing me from the inside as his rough hand massages me from the outside. His lips fall gently away from mine, like a leaf might fall away from a branch and drift slowly to the ground. They descend in a sensual exploration that leaves me with boiling blood, blazing skin and, somehow, no clothes left on my body. His mouth hovers over my belly, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
“The night you came for me, right there in the shower, with my eyes on your face and my hands on your body, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as bad as I wanted to be inside you. To feel that warm gush, that hot squeeze. God, you were amazing to watch.”
Trying to focus on his words, trying to think past what his lips and his fingers are doing only seems to heighten the sensation that I’m spinning out of control. Is this part of his game? Is he doing it on purpose? Could he possibly know what he’s making me feel? Or is it simply Jasper, the man who does crazy things to me without even trying?
“Jasper, please,” I beg when his mouth is inches from his hand. His lips brush slowly back and forth between my legs, his moist breath more a tantalizing promise than a concrete touch.
“Please what?” When I don’t answer, when I can’t find the air or the energy to form words, he fills in the blanks for me. “Please lick me?” he asks, pressing his tongue into my crease and sweeping me from top to bottom in the most delicious lick I’ve ever experienced. “Please suck me?” He draws my clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it until my back arches off the floor. “Please put your cock in me?” He leaves me for what seems like only a few seconds—the rustle of clothes, the rattle of a wrapper—before I feel him again, burning skin to burning skin. “Or please do anything you want to my body as long as you make me come?”