Page 39 of Hidden With You

ChapterTwelve

“No, no,” I say, as he starts to head inside the cottage. “We’re supposed to be finishing what we started.”

His brows rise. “And what exactly is that?”

“Sex,” I say. “You fucking me with the stars above us.” I let my shoulders rise and fall. “Hey, you’re the one who picked an outdoor locations. Wide open sky to get lost in. Damp night air. The feel of a breeze on bare skin.”

He’s fighting a laugh, but I can also tell he’s intrigued. And turned on.

I step forward and cup his very hard cock. “Don’t worry. Not here. No metal car hoods.”

He takes my hand, lifts it to his lips, then slowly sucks on my index finger, which is, frankly, the hottest fucking thing on the planet, and I moan with pleasure. By the second finger, I’ve closed my eyes. When he continues to the third, I feel the draw of his mouth all the way down to my core, now throbbing and wet with need.

He stops, and I whimper. “More.”

“Oh, there will be more,” he assures me, then leads me to the pool deck and one of the double-wide loungers.

“I like the way you think,” I say, but he presses a finger to my lip, this time to shush me.

“You don’t talk. Not unless I tell you, too. Understood?”

I nod, my nipples tightening under my thin shirt.

“Undress,” he says, sitting on the end of the lounger as I stand, slowly peeling all of my clothes away. I want to walk to him, then stand so close that he’d only have to lean forward to lick my clit. But that’s not the way he wants to play this, and so I stay put, my body cool in the night air, my nipples tight and hard.

“Come here,” he demands, and I eagerly comply. He’s still seated at the end of the lounger, and as I stand in front of him, he touches me just as I’d imagined. One hand stroking lightly over my skin, the other stroking my sex, teasing my clit for the kind of slow build that is making my knees go weak.

Every once in a while, his fingers tighten on my nipple, and I feel a corresponding tug in my pussy. I want to stay like this all night, a toy for him to play with, and at the same time, I want so much more.

Then he pulls me even closer and closes his mouth over my clit as he slides two fingers inside of me. It’s an overload of sensations, and I buck against him until my knees are truly too weak for me to stand, and he has to catch me as I collapse.

That’s okay, though, because once I’m on the lounger, his eyes meet mine. Then he’s on top of me, his body warm and perfect, with the sculpted muscles of a man with a job that relies on strength and agility.

He kisses me, long and deep, and I wrap my legs around him, silently begging for him to enter me. I want him to fill me. To use me, and when he finally does, I come almost immediately, arching up as waves of pleasure rock over me, and I hold him tight, never wanting this connection to end.

He plays it out, sending me spiraling in wave after wave of pleasure, each crest more sensational than the last. Finally, when I’m sure my body will simply evaporate, he explodes inside me, his low cry of pleasure echoing over the ten acres.

When we finally separate, I snuggle against him, happier than I’ve been in a very long time. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“I think we’re amazing,” he retorts, and I really can’t disagree.

And the best part? We want the same thing. Sex. Just sex.

No expectation of a commitment. Just burning off energy and calming my nerves. I have a death threat against me, after all.

Which is all true.

But what’s also true is that he’s going to leave soon. Just like everyone leaves. Friends. Family.

In the end, you can only count on yourself and death. And right now, death is looming a little too close.

I shudder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jasper runs his fingers lightly up and down my bare arm.

“Sorry. Just thinking about death.”

Jasper’s brows rise, then he props himself up on an elbow and stares down at me. “I didn’t realize I had that effect on women. I guess I’ll have to work on my technique.”