A Wicked Kiss (18 page)

As I walked away from the courthouse, I pulled my phone out of my purse. It was about the time Jasper usually went to lunch. I made the call while I walked to my car. I gave Jasper the basics over the phone and promised him details when I saw him. I was still trying to process it all.

I didn’t go to work. There were only a couple hours left in the day and I doubted I’d be any good to my students. So I went home. I stopped at the vineyard office to check in with Jacques and see how the preparation for harvest was coming. By the time I was halfway back to the house, I’d all but forgotten what we’d talked about. I couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

Then I saw Jasper’s car and smiled. I walked into the house and he was there, a bottle of beer in each hand. Without a word, he handed one to me. I took a long drink and let him lead me over to the couch. While I told him all of the details of what had happened at Henley’s office, he didn’t say anything. He took off my shoes and began to massage my feet.

I made a pleased sound as his thumb pressed against the sole of my foot, the pressure point releasing some of the tension in my body. He smiled down at me as he continued to rub. His hands moved up to my ankles, then my calves.

“Busy day,” he said, finally breaking the silence.

I agreed, “It was.”

“I’d like to do something for you,” he said, his voice soft. “Will you let me?”

I didn’t have to think about it. I nodded. I let out a surprised squeak as he swept me into his arms. His eyes met mine as he carried me up the stairs.

“Do you trust me?”

***

I trusted him. Completely.

Which was how I’d ended up on my bed, naked...and blindfolded.

I was face down on the bed and I could feel Jasper kneeling over me. He’d slowly been working his way up my body, his strong fingers kneading deep into my muscles. By the time he reached my ass, my limbs were starting to feel like rubber. He found every knot and worked them until they were gone. As he worked his way up my spine, I let out a shuddering breath. How had I not known he could do this?

“Feeling better?” His lips were next to my ear, his low voice sending a rush of arousal through me.

“Much,” I breathed.

“I’m just getting started.”

I could almost hear the smile.

“When I’m done with the massage, I’m going to go down on you until you beg me to fuck you.”

A shiver went through me.

“And then I’m going to take you long and slow. Make love to you until we both can’t stand it anymore.”

“Fuck.” The word was strangled.

His thumbs pressed hard on my spine, then moved across my shoulder blades. “And that blindfold is going to stay on so you can’t see a single thing. Only feel it.”

This was, I suddenly realized, as much a test of trust for Jasper as it was for me. Blindfolded, I had to trust that he’d only do things I wanted him to do, but because I couldn’t see him, he had to trust I wasn’t imagining that he was Allen.

His hands moved down my arms, massaging all the way to my fingertips before moving to my neck and across my shoulders. After a few minutes, he gently turned me onto my back and started at my feet again. This time, however, I could feel the teasing edge to his touch as he made his way up my thighs. His thumbs brushed close to my pussy and I shivered. He chuckled as his fingers moved to my hips, then up my sides. When he cupped my breasts, I arched into his hands.

“You have the most amazing body,” he said as he traced circles around my breasts and up to my nipples. By the time he took the tips between his fingers and thumbs, they were hard, aching for attention.

I gasped as wet heat enveloped one nipple. My eyes closed behind the blindfold, letting all of my senses concentrate on the point where he was applying hard, steady suction. It was like he had a straight line from my breast to the core of me, every pull of his mouth sending a new jolt of pleasure through me.

Then it was gone and the cool air against my wet skin made goosebumps break out across my flesh. Lips and teeth began to work on the other nipple, scraping and licking. Every time I tried to lift my hands to touch him, he pressed them back to the bed, holding them there until I stopped resisting.

“Jas,” I breathed out his name as he shifted, placing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.

His tongue circled my belly button, making me squirm until his hands grasped my hips, stilling my movements.

“I could spend the rest of my life touching you, tasting you, being inside you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” His voice was low, almost reverent.

I caught my breath as he pressed his mouth against me in an almost-chaste kiss. Then I felt the tip of his tongue ghosting over my slit, not pushing inside, just barely touching the sensitive skin. I tried to move my hips, to force more friction, but he held me tight, forcing me to remain still as he leisurely licked every inch before finally parting my folds and letting his tongue dip inside.

I wanted to touch him, to put my hands on his head so I could feel his hair between my fingers, so I could pull him against me until he gave me what I wanted, but he’d made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to move. I had to do something though, had to grab something more solid than my sheets. I stretched my arms above my head and gripped the intricate spirals that decorated my headboard. My fingers tightened almost painfully as Jasper moved again, this time spreading my legs wider and settling them around his shoulders so that my heels rested on his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

As his tongue began to work its magic on my clit, the sounds that came out of my mouth were ones that would’ve made me blush if I’d thought about it. But I wasn’t thinking about the noises I was making or how exposed I was. The only thing close to a coherent thought I could manage was somewhere in the realm of “please don’t stop.”

I didn’t have to say it though because it was clear he wasn’t about to stop. When my first climax hit me, I cried out, but he didn’t even pause from what he was doing. His tongue worked around my entrance, darting inside before moving back up to my clit. The muscles in my arms strained as I tried to twist away, needing more, needing less, needing something I couldn’t articulate. One orgasm rolled into another until I couldn’t tell if it was the same one or multiple ones, only that I was sure I would explode if it didn’t stop.

Yet, while it was almost too much, it wasn’t quite enough. I needed more than just the pleasure his mouth and fingers were giving me. I needed him inside me.

“Please, Jas,” I begged. “Please.”

“Please what?” His fingers continued to stroke me as he spoke.

“I need...” I slammed my hand against the headboard as he curled his fingers inside me. “Please, Jas.”

“What do you need, Shae?” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.” The words burst out of me as I came again. “Fuck me, Jas. Please.”

I gasped as he pulled his fingers out of me, but the gasp became a breathless wail when he filled me with one thrust. He groaned and I felt the weight of his body as he leaned over me.

“So fucking tight.”

He wrapped his arms around me as he waited for me to adjust to him. His breath was hot against my neck, his hair brushing against my cheek. I could smell the mingled scents of sex and the spicy aftershave he wore. I let go of the headboard and put my hands on his shoulders. When he didn’t move them away, I slid my hands over his back, loving the feel of his skin, of the muscles rippling underneath.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as he kissed the side of my throat.

I made a noise that I hoped he interpreted as agreement because I wasn’t sure I could manage an actual word, let alone a sentence. My skin felt like it was on fire as it slid against his, my nipples hard as they rubbed against his chest. Every inch of me was practically vibrating from everything I was feeling.

And then he began to move.

His strokes were as slow and deep as he’d promised, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge, higher than I’d been before. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels resting just under his ass so I could feel those firm muscles flexing as he thrust into me. My nails bit into his back when I came the first time and I heard him swear, his hips jerking against me as his rhythm faltered.

He held himself still as I spasmed around him, not starting to move again until the pleasure started to fade. He built it back up again and again, each time waiting out my orgasm without allowing himself release. I could feel the strain as he fought back his own needs until, finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore. When I came again, he kept moving, driving into me faster and harder until he buried himself deep inside me.

“Shae,” he cried out my name, his face pressed against my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as our bodies shuddered against each other. As I started to come down, what little strength I’d had left began to fade, leaving my muscles weak and limp. Still, I clung to him, wanting to keep him close.

The darkness closed in fast and I felt him moving even as I started to fall asleep. I wasn’t worried though. It was Jasper. He would take care of me.

I was falling hard and fast, and I knew that should have scared the hell out of me. But it didn’t. It was Jasper. I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me, never betray me. He was a constant, reassuring presence that I never wanted to lose. I trusted him.

Chapter 23

I finally had to admit that if I waited for Jasper to finish his own unpacking, it’d be Christmas before he got everything sorted. Though, if I was being honest, it wasn’t entirely his fault. Since he’d moved in, he’d worked full days either at his father’s practice or at the clinic, come home for dinner and then done some small repairs or yard work while I did school stuff. Generally, by the time the sun went down, we were both too exhausted to do more than sit on the couch and stare at the tv.

Principal Sanders had been surprised when I hadn’t called off on Friday too, but I’d needed the distraction. I was grateful for how things had gone with Aime and Jenny, relieved that it was one less legal issue I had to worry about. I did, however, still have the Lockwoods to deal with.

The judge had set a date for the ruling about Allen’s trust. January tenth. Mr. Henley told me that it was actually sooner than he’d expected, but I wasn’t looking forward to waiting another two months for this to be over. The Lockwoods had called too, leaving half a dozen messages that all, in one way or another, told me to just sign over the trust and the vineyard or they’d drag this out until nothing was left of Allen’s estate.

All that had happened since I’d gotten home from school and I still had at least another half hour before Jasper got home, and that was if he left the clinic on time. I wasn’t upset though. If he was still going to open on Monday, I knew he needed to finish things up today or he’d need to go in over the weekend.

Dinner was already cooking in the oven, but I needed something to take my mind off of things until then. Since there were still several boxes of Jasper’s things stacked in the home office, I decided that would be the best use of my time.

The first box looked like tax information, receipts and things like that. I set it aside. We’d need to get him some better place to file his receipts. Maybe I could convince him to switch to the accounting software Allen and my accountant used.

The second box held odds and ends and I pulled it down to the floor so I could sit next to it. I smiled as I pulled out a Little League trophy. Neither Allen nor I had known Jasper as a child, though I was sure Allen had heard stories over the years. I hadn’t, not really. There was so much about him I didn’t know.

The metal plating on the bottom of the trophy had his name, and underneath it was “3
rd
Place Willow Creek Summer Camp.” It didn’t have a year and I wondered how old Jasper had been when he’d gone to camp. I was a bit surprised that he’d kept a baseball trophy since I’d never seen him display any sort of interest in sports. I knew he’d go running sometimes before he left for work or after dinner, but that was it.

My heart clenched as I pulled a picture frame out next. It was Allen and Jasper, their arms slung around each other’s necks, smiles on their faces. I didn’t know where the picture had been taken or even if it had been after Allen and I had met. They looked happy.

I brushed my thumb across the glass covering Allen’s face and felt my lips curve into a smile. It was a wistful one, but not entirely sad. I was glad I could remember him like that. Happy, smiling.

I set the picture aside. Jasper had already put some of his things around the house, but there hadn’t been any pictures. I made a mental note to ask him if he wanted to put this one somewhere we could both see it. After my – for the lack of a better word – temper tantrum when I’d trashed all of my pictures, I’d bought a few new frames and put some of the photos back up, including one of Jasper with Allen and me at our wedding.

The rest of the box was full of much of the same. Little bits of Jasper’s past, giving me a glimpse of the little boy Jasper had been. A partially burnt candle from what I assumed was a tenth birthday cake. A broken toy plane. A handful of seashells and rocks. A tarnished and dented key chain. Another picture, this time of a much-younger Jasper with a dark-haired teenager I didn’t recognize. Most likely the friend Jasper had lost when he was a senior in high school. He never talked about what had happened or the boy who’d died.