keys. “What exactly would you like us to do? Stare at one another until you return?”
Ian stood laughing. “I never said she couldn’t touch you. You just can’t touch her.” He smirked.
Gray stared at Jas for a moment, and he looked right back. But then Ian leaned down and kissed her. When he pulled back, he held her chin in his hand. “Don’t touch him with these sweet lips though. Those belong to me.” He kissed her once more and then walked away.
Chapter Ten
Jasper held his hand out to Gray, and she took it. Her fingers trembled within his, and when he leaned to her temple, he let his lips brush against her skin for a moment. “Relax.”
There was no chance in hell that was going to happen, and as he led her from the table, she looked up to catch sight of the bartender watching them curiously.
“Good night, boss,” the man tossed out as they passed.
Jas glanced at him, responding in kind. She followed him to a back stairwell, and he led her up the stairs, never taking his hand from hers—consequently, her hand never stopped trembling. They entered an upstairs apartment, and she inhaled deeply. It smelled like him. It wasn’t musky like some men insisted on smelling. It was earthy and warm and very subtle. The apartment wasn’t large, but it was open. It was a half story, and thanks to the old architecture, that meant there were interesting sloped ceilings and angles all around them. The bedroom area was open to the rest of the apartment, but it was in a nook of sorts surrounded by windows. She was guessing it had been a solarium at one time, but it made an absolutely perfect place for a bed.
Jasper watched her as she looked around, and when her eyes returned to his, he smiled gently and then he leaned down to her ear, letting his lips touch and taunt her ear lobe. “Do you know how hard it was watching him fuck you the other night? You can’t imagine how much I want your pussy. I want it wet for me. I want to feel it against me, around me, squeezing me, and suffocating the hell out of my cock.”
She visibly shuddered as a quiet whimper escaped her mouth. The thought alone sent warm, wet heat surging to her groin.
“How about you get me out of my clothes,” he whispered before he leaned back to look down at her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the top button of his shirt, and he watched as she undid every last button. When she parted the fabric, he inhaled deeply, his diaphragm expanding. The large tattoo that ran from his shoulder down over his left side was slowly exposed as she pushed the fabric back, and she let her focus rest on the intricate details of the phoenix’s feathers, and the letter G on its breast.
“Touch my chest.” His voice was quiet and deep. She loved the sound of it. He did sexy-seductive like no other man she’d ever met.
She touched, letting her palms flatten on his pecs, and she ran her fingers down over his small hard nipples. One pec was completely covered by the tattoo; the other was smooth and unblemished; both were hard as hell with tight muscles. He hummed, and when she glanced up to his eyes, they were closed.
“Lower.” His voice was husky.
She ran her hands lower to his stomach, and his muscles flinched. He was so strong, and those muscles rippled under her palms.
“Lower.” His voice was still husky, and as she glanced up, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes opened to watch her.
She hit the waist of his jeans as he shrugged out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She didn’t wait for an invitation to undo his pants, and he watched her. When she paused and glanced up to him, he nodded.
“Keep going.”
She lowered the zipper after she undid the button. He was hard and pressing against the front of his underwear, and when she slipped her fingers under the waist of both his pants and his underwear, she pulled out as she lowered them. His cock thrust up, and she gasped. She let her hands pass around to his back,
Ian stood laughing. “I never said she couldn’t touch you. You just can’t touch her.” He smirked.
Gray stared at Jas for a moment, and he looked right back. But then Ian leaned down and kissed her. When he pulled back, he held her chin in his hand. “Don’t touch him with these sweet lips though. Those belong to me.” He kissed her once more and then walked away.
Chapter Ten
Jasper held his hand out to Gray, and she took it. Her fingers trembled within his, and when he leaned to her temple, he let his lips brush against her skin for a moment. “Relax.”
There was no chance in hell that was going to happen, and as he led her from the table, she looked up to catch sight of the bartender watching them curiously.
“Good night, boss,” the man tossed out as they passed.
Jas glanced at him, responding in kind. She followed him to a back stairwell, and he led her up the stairs, never taking his hand from hers—consequently, her hand never stopped trembling. They entered an upstairs apartment, and she inhaled deeply. It smelled like him. It wasn’t musky like some men insisted on smelling. It was earthy and warm and very subtle. The apartment wasn’t large, but it was open. It was a half story, and thanks to the old architecture, that meant there were interesting sloped ceilings and angles all around them. The bedroom area was open to the rest of the apartment, but it was in a nook of sorts surrounded by windows. She was guessing it had been a solarium at one time, but it made an absolutely perfect place for a bed.
Jasper watched her as she looked around, and when her eyes returned to his, he smiled gently and then he leaned down to her ear, letting his lips touch and taunt her ear lobe. “Do you know how hard it was watching him fuck you the other night? You can’t imagine how much I want your pussy. I want it wet for me. I want to feel it against me, around me, squeezing me, and suffocating the hell out of my cock.”
She visibly shuddered as a quiet whimper escaped her mouth. The thought alone sent warm, wet heat surging to her groin.
“How about you get me out of my clothes,” he whispered before he leaned back to look down at her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the top button of his shirt, and he watched as she undid every last button. When she parted the fabric, he inhaled deeply, his diaphragm expanding. The large tattoo that ran from his shoulder down over his left side was slowly exposed as she pushed the fabric back, and she let her focus rest on the intricate details of the phoenix’s feathers, and the letter G on its breast.
“Touch my chest.” His voice was quiet and deep. She loved the sound of it. He did sexy-seductive like no other man she’d ever met.
She touched, letting her palms flatten on his pecs, and she ran her fingers down over his small hard nipples. One pec was completely covered by the tattoo; the other was smooth and unblemished; both were hard as hell with tight muscles. He hummed, and when she glanced up to his eyes, they were closed.
“Lower.” His voice was husky.
She ran her hands lower to his stomach, and his muscles flinched. He was so strong, and those muscles rippled under her palms.
“Lower.” His voice was still husky, and as she glanced up, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes opened to watch her.
She hit the waist of his jeans as he shrugged out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She didn’t wait for an invitation to undo his pants, and he watched her. When she paused and glanced up to him, he nodded.
“Keep going.”
She lowered the zipper after she undid the button. He was hard and pressing against the front of his underwear, and when she slipped her fingers under the waist of both his pants and his underwear, she pulled out as she lowered them. His cock thrust up, and she gasped. She let her hands pass around to his back,
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