Chapter Six
Jasper carried me into my room, shutting the door behind him with his heel. I could barely choke out a gasp as he tilted me in his arms, turning and landing me up against the cool plaster of the wall.
He shifted, aligning our bodies so that his cock pressed against my center. My panties were a soaking wet ruin, offering no resistance at all to the sensation of his hardness pressing against me.
“This is the part where you hurry up and fuck me.” Digging my nails into the rigid muscles of his shoulders, I savored his hiss at the bite of pain. I was still reeling from how easily he’d made me come apart when nothing had ever worked like that before.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Cari?” Wrapping those thick fingers around each of my wrists, he pressed his cock against my softness once, then again, a pale imitation of what I’d just asked him to do.
“Figured out what, you bastard?” I panted, my hands scrabbling for purchase when all they wanted to do was go limp.
“Figured out that you don’t have to fight what you really want.” Dipping his head, he nipped at my ear. “I think I’ve already proven that things turn out pretty well for you when you put yourself in my hands.”
“Asshole.” I hissed the word, my independent streak indignant at his cockiness. The rest of me, though, simply pressed itself even more tightly against him, begging for another release.
Before I could suck in another breath, he’d pulled away from the wall, my ass still clutched in his hands. I couldn’t hold back the cry of disappointment when he set me on my feet in the middle of the room then backed away.
“If you want to explore this, then that’s part of the package.” His tone offered no apology. “I’m on top, baby. Unless I decide that you should be.”
“Is that part of the…the watching thing?” Curiosity overcame me. “Any other kinks I should be aware of?”
To my complete surprise, he barked out a laugh. “I’ve got lots of kinks, Cari, but I’m not going to lay them out one by one. You’re either interested or not. Turned on or not. It’s that simple.”
“Tell me one more,” I begged. If he’d swiped his fingers between my legs just then, he wouldn’t have had to wonder if I was turned on our not. The evidence would gleam on his fingers. “Just one.”
He studied me for what felt like a long time, the pale green of his eyes gleaming beneath the dark spikes of his lashes. When he spoke, it sounded like he might have been mocking me, if it weren’t for the need I saw there, too.
“I like to be in control. I like to watch. And I like to share.”
Holy shit.
“Like…you want to watch me with someone else?” The notion provided a quick, hot visual of limbs tangled together, skin sliding over skin. “Like…all the way with someone else?”
“Yes.” He tilted his head.
“Why?” I was genuinely puzzled. “I don’t understand.”
“Everything that I do is done for a woman’s pleasure.” His voice was like black silk. “So yes, if being with another man would bring you pleasure, I would find that incredibly arousing.”
“What if it wasn’t a man?” I shot back, as always, needing to test the limit. He simply chuckled.
“A man. A woman.” He smirked. “One of each. Any scenario that pleases you.”
“I…I don’t know what to say about that.” I’d never been kinky. I’d had sex, but it had all been vanilla.
Boring.
But wasn’t kink something you were supposed to think about before diving in? Something to weigh the pros and cons of? Shouldn’t I consider how I would feel in the morning?”
I didn’t want to. The recklessness probably came because I needed to forget the very real trickle of fear that had led to Jasper being in my life at all. Right then, though? I didn’t care. I wanted to take what I wanted. What he had to give.
But… “Aren’t you supposed to be guarding my body?” The words were hoarse with need. I’d never wanted anything, anyone, so badly.
“I assure you, your body is the most important thing in the world to me right now.” He laughed again, the sound a warning. “And no one is going to get to you while you’re under me.”
“Yes.” He blinked. I thought he was expecting at least a token resistance, but I’d made up my mind. “This. I want it.”
He stayed silent for a moment, watching me with a gleam in his eyes that should have had me worried.
“All right, then.” Prowling—there was no other word for it—across the room, he stopped an arm’s length away, his stare holding me in place like a magnet. “Drop the dress.”
Lifting trembling fingers to the thin straps on my shoulders, I hesitated as it occurred to me that I’d only met this man today. The chemistry arching between us felt like that meeting in Margot’s office had been a million years ago, but I paused, just for a second, when I realized that I didn’t usually fuck strangers.
“What are you waiting for?” The independent streak I carried like a badge should have bristled at the arrogance in his tone. Instead, it melted. “Don’t play coy now. You went to that bar looking to fuck.”
“So what if I did?” Chin raised in the air, I tried to look more confident than I felt.
I was pretty sure he saw right through me.
“Then it’s your lucky day.” A dark smile curved his lips and something equally dark and needy unfurled inside of me. “Now take off the dress.”
“Or what?” My stomach flipped with excitement when he growled, the sound low and erotic.
“Or I’ll take it off for you.”
My limbs went liquid. Oh yeah. Obviously it didn’t pay to give in too easily.
My fingers were still caught in the straps at my shoulders, and now I deliberately let them fall back to my sides. He watched, seeming amused, as the fabric settled back into place.
“All right then.” His eyes met mine, and I was stunned by the ferocity I saw there. “Trust me?”
“I just met you,” I started. Then I remembered the way he’d watched me in the bar, as though anyone who even thought about looking at me sideways would be torn limb from limb. It was probably stupid, but…yes, I did.
I nodded, and his answering smile was predatory. “Good.”
I saw the flash of silver, and my mind only had a fraction of a second to scream danger—no time to move when I realized that from his pocket he’d pulled a small army knife. The breath wheezed out of me when he pressed the cool metal to the skin of my shoulder.
“Jasper.” My voice was a whimper. What the hell was he doing? Then the blade sliced through the fragile strap of my dress, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp.
That was so hot. So stupid, and so incredibly hot.
Snip. The blade sliced through the second strap. My hands went to my breasts, holding the dress up before it fell to the floor.
“Drop it.” Tucking the knife back into his pocket, he stepped back. He was stern but calm as he watched, waiting for me to do as he said because he had no doubt that I would.
I had no doubt, either. Slowly, I let my hands fall. The dress fell with them, landing on the floor.
“Keep going.”
With trembling legs, I stepped out of the pile of fabric at my feet. He nodded at me to continue, so I reached behind me to undo the clasp of my flimsy bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. My fingers strayed to my hips and tucked into the sides of my ruined panties, but he shook his head.
“Leave those on.” As he spoke, he tugged his T-shirt up and off. He threw it aside, and the sight of his naked body left me speechless.
His ab muscles were insane. He had definition where I didn’t think there was the possibility for any—he even had those hip V things pointing an arrow straight into his pants. His shoulders, his chest, and good Lord, his arms. His biceps, triceps, whatever the hell they were called—they were so massive he looked like he could lift me one-handed without breaking a sweat.
I’d never really paid much attention to a man’s arms before, but these? I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.
“See something you like?” He smirked, pulling a square of foil from his pocket. Holding it in his teeth, he undid the button of his jeans and then the zipper, shoving them down around his hips.
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I nodded toward the condom. When he ripped it open with his teeth, my nipples contracted tightly, my stomach clenching.
“You haven’t been subtle.” Groaning to himself as he pulled his cock from his pants, he pulled the ring of latex from the foil, pinched the tip, and placed it at the head of his cock.
“You had me fooled.” What was I supposed to do now? Stand here? Help him? I found myself frozen, eyes fixed on him as he rolled the condom down the thick, glistening length of his erection.
“I had no intention of fucking a client when I took this job.” Condom in place, he looked back at me, and the intensity in his eyes made me shudder with anticipation. Slowly he started toward me, so predatory that part of me struggled against the urge to run.
“What changed?” I panted when he got close enough that I could feel the heat of his skin. A shift of his hips and his solid length brushed against my belly. I reached for it with eager fingers.
He caught my hands before I could clasp him in my palms. Forcing them behind me, he shackled my wrists together in one massive hand while grabbing my breast with the other.
“Don’t start being coy now.” Bending, he sucked the breast not in his hand into his mouth. I almost shrieked at the abrupt sensations that assaulted me, his tongue laving my skin, his teeth nipping at the tip, but most of all, the force he sucked with, so hard I felt a tug in the depths of my belly. Releasing me with a wet noise that shouldn’t have been sexy but was, he took advantage of the fact that I was sinking into the sensation to twist me around. He still held my hands behind me, but his front was to my back, his cock sliding through the cheeks of my ass.
Took advantage of? That was a joke. I could be kicking and screaming, and he’d still be able to make me do what he wanted with no more than one hand. The realization was dark and exciting.
“There’s something between us,” he said. I cried out as I found myself bent over the end of the bed. My cheek was pressed down against the sheets, my ass presented, and when he tugged my panties down and off, my lower lips were on full display. What must I look like to him, trembling from his touch, wet and waiting? “You pushed and pushed, made me want you so much that I cracked. So you’re going to get just what you pushed for. What we both want.”
I wanted to make some kind of smart-ass remark—my pride demanded that I not just accept his domineering talk without at least a token fight. But my pride had surrendered at the first sight of those massive arms.
I wanted him to give me what we both wanted. I wasn’t sure I could wait any longer.
Jasper placed one palm flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the bed. I assumed that his other hand was guiding his cock, because the head of his erection slicked over my entrance, making me buck back against him.
“I knew you were going to be wet.” His voice was smug. I moaned, a heart-rending sound, when he pushed just the tiniest bit inside of me, not even reaching the crown. Even with him in just enough to drive me crazy, his thickness started to stretch, uncomfortable in the most delicious way. “That’s good. Makes it easier for me to do this.”
I think I screamed when he pushed inside, one hard thrust bringing his hips flush with my ass. I squirmed, whimpered, tried to relieve the pressure, but he wouldn’t move, his weight pressing me down onto the bed.
My arousal grew as my inner walls stretched to fit him. By the time I’d gotten used to the intrusion, I was slicker than I’d ever been, my wetness audible as he pulled back slowly and again seated himself inside.
“Hear how wet you are?” Slowly out, fast in. His cock dragged over my inner walls, sparking to life nerves that I didn’t even know I had. “That’s for me. Say it.”
“It’s for you.” At that moment I would have said anything, anything at all just to get more. He liked hearing it, his movements speeding until it was all fast—in, out, again and again. With every thrust the bed thudded against the wall, a gasp escaping from my throat as I held on for dear life.
When my trembling legs gave out, he grabbed me by the upper arms, pulling me back. I cried out when he pulled me halfway across the room, his back slamming against the window.
His strong grip held me up when I would have fallen, his thrusts never stopping. From the corner of my eye, I noted that the curtains had parted a slice, that anyone outside could see the entire naked backside of the man driving my arousal to new heights, and all I could think was lucky them.
“You’re going to come for me,” he demanded, his movements slowing just long enough for one hand to find my breast. He stroked it, pulling on the tip, and I felt my orgasm shudder to life.
I was going to come for him—I could feel it closing in, a storm cloud about to burst. When those demanding fingers moved from my breast to my clit, I was already sobbing; it only took the lightest of touches, and I exploded.
He shouted as I tightened around him, barely leaving me as he moved with lightning-quick thrusts that took me deep. When he came, he grabbed my hips and bent me forward, claiming me as he slid so deep that it ignited a second release for me.
After what felt like an eternity of endless, drugging pleasure rolling through me, he eased himself out, and I immediately resented the loss. I sagged against his chest, still back to front, as he snapped off the condom and tossed it into the nearby garbage can.
Neither of us spoke—I couldn’t have, my breath was coming so hard. His arms slid around my waist as he leaned back against the window.
“Car—” I strained to hear what he said, annoyed by the noise that suddenly drowned out his voice. Drugged from orgasm, I noted, as if I were watching a movie, that several small, silver sparkles were dancing in front of me, sprinkling onto the carpet at my feet.
“Down!” My senses roared back to life as Jasper wrapped himself around me from behind. Pushing us to the ground, he rolled us across the carpet, ending with his body completely covering mine.
And then the window exploded, glass falling around us like stars.
Did you love this Scorched? Check out more of our steamy titles !
Don’t miss another Lauren Hawkeye book. Sign up for our newsletter !