A Wicked Kiss (5 page)

In the past four years, Allen and I had come here half a dozen times or so, but it wasn’t a place that held such important memories of him that I felt weird going with Jasper. I smiled when I saw the familiar ivy-covered building and the smile widened when Jasper reached down and took my hand. I knew the gossip was already going around about the amount of time the two of us were spending together. We hadn’t, however, had any real sort of physical contact in public and I knew the moment we walked into the restaurant with our hands clasped together, it’d get ten times worse.

Allen had been the one most people liked. I’d been the quiet one in the background. People hadn’t exactly disliked me, but no one had bothered to really get to know me and I’d always been fine with that. I’d always liked keeping to myself.

The fact that I was on a date with his best friend just four months after his death wasn’t going to win me any popularity contests. That my date happened to be Jasper Whitehall, the local boy with the black past, was going to make things worse. I didn’t think anyone was going to hate me or anything like that, but I doubted anyone would approve.

I hadn’t cared what people had thought of me when I’d moved in with Allen even though the Lockwoods had assured me that everyone would think I was only with him for the money. I didn’t know if that was true or not, but I hadn’t cared then and I didn’t care now. I knew who my friends were and they were the only ones whose opinion mattered. And I knew they’d want me to be happy, no matter who I was with.

“You look lovely this evening,” Jasper said, raising our hands and brushing his lips across my knuckles.

“You said that already.” I smiled at him.

“And I meant it then as well.” He returned the smile, his eyes warm.

It was so easy to walk beside him, to enjoy the feel of his fingers between mine. There was none of the first date jitters or nerves. None of the awkward pauses that came with not knowing what to say. We said what we wanted, when we wanted, and if we didn’t have anything to say, we stayed quiet. We were as comfortable in silence as we were talking. It was almost eerie how at ease we were with each other. I’d worried that things would get weird when we were around other people, that the way we were with each other wouldn’t work in a natural setting.

It did work though. We were still interested in what the other one had to say, still made each other smile and laugh. Every time our fingers brushed or our eyes met for even just a few seconds, familiar heat flowed through me. It was a pleasant feeling, something that I hadn’t realized I’d missed in the last four months. The companionship that was more than just sex.

It was building towards that though. I knew it from the moment he’d taken my hand, even if he hadn’t known it. I might not have wanted to ask him to stay at the house for an unknown amount of time because I was worried about things moving too fast, but I wasn’t about to give up the physical aspect of our relationship. My stomach twisted. I wanted him.

We held hands as we walked back to Jasper’s car, but all of the light, airy feeling that had been between us had shifted, and now it was something heavier, darker. Not dark in a bad way, but rather something more visceral, more primal.

He opened my door and then walked around to the other side of the car. He didn’t start the car right away, but rather turned towards me with a guarded expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately concerned.

His eyes darkened. “You didn’t hear them?”

“Which ones?” I asked wryly, trying to suppress a smile. “The old women in the corner who were talking too loudly about how back in their day, a widow would wear black for a certain period of mourning? Or the man talking to the hostess about how long he thought it had been after Allen’s death before the two of us started sleeping together?”

His face tightened and his hands flexed. “I should’ve known better. We should’ve gone somewhere else.”

“It’s okay.” I put my hand over his. “I knew what it would be like. The people here love a good scandal, but they’ll forget about it soon enough.”

“Is that what we are?” he asked. “A forgettable scandal?”

I tilted my head, unable to read him. “Do you think of us that way?”

He looked away from me. “I think I’m your late husband’s best friend and I’m your friend. The person you call when you need something from someone.” He looked down at his hands. “Whatever you need.”

Something twisted inside me. “Is that what you think?” My voice nearly shook with the myriad emotions I was feeling. “Do you think I just call you when I need something? When there’s some problem I can’t fix on my own?” My tone hardened. “Or maybe when I want to get laid? Is that really the kind of person you think I am?”

His head whipped around, his eyes wide. “No! Shae, no!”

“Then what, Jasper? Am I using you?”

That’s when I saw it. It was only there for a moment, and then gone, but I recognized it. If I hadn’t known him so well, I wouldn’t have caught it.

“You do, don’t you?” I asked, not even trying to keep the shock out of my voice. “You think I’m using you. Fuck, Jasper! How could you think that?!” I started to reach for the door.

He leaned across me and put his hand over mine. I turned my head and his face was just inches from mine. His eyes were that deep smoky gray that usually made everything inside me melt, but at the moment, they made me want to cry. How could he think I was using him?

“I told you I would be here for you, Shae, be anything for you, and I meant it.” His voice was soft. “I’m not asking you for anything.”

“Then what the hell was that all about?” I asked.

He reached out with his free hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry. Don’t even worry about it.”

“But I do worry,” I said. I put my hand on his cheek. “I don’t know what this is between us, but I’m not using you, Jasper.” I leaned forward to press my lips against his. It was a chaste kiss, but a firm one. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t sleep with people just because they’re nice to me.”

That got a hint of a smile. “That’s good to know.”

“What about you?” I asked, my thumb teasing at the corner of his mouth.

“What about me?”

“Should I be worried that you’re using me?”

The look of horror on his face would’ve made me laugh if the air between us hadn’t been so thick with tension.

His expression softened as he released my wrist and used both of his hands to cup my face. “Shae, I could never do that to you.” His eyes met mine. “I swear, I will never ask for anything you aren’t willing to give.”

My stomach tightened. I’d been honest when I told Jasper that I didn’t know what we were, but I did know one thing for sure.

I wanted him.

Now.

Chapter 6

I’d been to Jasper’s house a couple times before, but always with Allen. Most of our time together had been spent at the vineyard, but every once in a while we’d come to the little place that Jasper had bought for himself when he’d started working with his father.

It felt different this time as Jasper held the door open for me.

I’d always liked his house. It was a fraction of the size of the vineyard, with everything on one floor and a decent-sized yard. Two bedrooms, a single bath, a nice kitchen and a living room big enough to have some friends over. It didn’t look like a typical bachelor pad, but it wasn’t overly decorated either. Jasper’s tastes were simple and nice. I’d always felt at home here.

I didn’t pay attention to any of that as I kicked off my shoes the instant I crossed the doorway. The only thing I cared about was the man standing in front of me and getting us both naked as quickly as possible.

We were a tangle of limbs and clothing, of teeth and tongues, not wanting to stop touching each other even just to undress. Somehow, we managed to get back to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. When Jasper finally pulled his mouth away, we were both gasping for air and completely naked.

His eyes ran over me, making my already overheated skin burn even hotter. I watched him watching me, his face an open book to everything he was feeling.

Desire.

Lust.

Awe.

And something deeper that told me he cared about me more than I’d realized.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was rough.

“So are you.” I did my own perusal, letting my gaze run across his handsome face to his broad shoulders. Down his muscular torso to his narrow waist. My eyes followed the thin trail of dark curls from his bellybutton to where his cock was waiting, thick and hard.

My stomach tightened and I reached out, giving him a gentle shove back towards the bed. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he let me push him onto the bed. I climbed up next to him, settling on my knees next to his waist. He moaned when my fingers closed around his dick and I smiled. I loved that I could make this strong, gorgeous man make those kinds of sounds.

The skin was so soft, the rest of him impossibly hard. If I’d been in the mood for something slow and drawn out, I would’ve spent as much time as possible exploring every inch of his body, but I didn’t want slow right now. Maybe later. What I did want, however, was to taste him.

I gripped the base of him and ran my tongue up his shaft. He swore as I licked him, tasted him, felt every inch of him pulsing against my tongue. He was so different than Allen and I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. He’d felt different inside me and now I could taste it as well. Not better. Not worse. Just different.

“Shae...” My name was barely a whisper.

I leaned down, my hair brushing against his thighs as I took him into my mouth. He made a half-strangled sound and I saw his hand fist against his thigh. I let more of him inside and used my hand around the thickest part of him, knowing I’d never be able to take him all. His hips jerked slightly and I knew he was fighting the urge to move, to thrust deep into my mouth.

Something low and primal inside me throbbed at the thought of him doing just that, of him using my mouth for his own pleasure, but again, that was something that was going to have to wait. As much as I was enjoying the sensation of him sliding over my tongue, enjoying the sounds he was making, I wanted him inside me more.

I needed him inside me.

I raised my head, my eyes meeting his as the last inch slipped from between my lips. Keeping our gazes locked, I swung one leg over him so that I was straddling his waist, his cock between my thighs.

I put one hand on his stomach, smiling at the way the muscles twitched beneath my palms. The other hand reached beneath me to hold him steady as I lowered myself onto him. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging into the flesh as I took the first inch of him inside me.

My eyelids fluttered even at the slight stretch. The other two times we’d done this, he’d used his fingers and mouth on me until I came, allowing him relatively easy passage. This time, however, I was wet, but not prepared any other way.

This was going to be intense.

I put both hands on his stomach and let myself slide down until I was resting on his lap.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I squeezed my eyes shut. Every muscle in my body was trembling as if he wasn’t simply stretching me, filling me, in one place, but in every cell.

I’d never felt anything like it, not even with Allen. He’d always treated me like something precious. Like I’d break if he wasn’t careful. Now, I felt like I was going to shatter with the slightest touch, but I wanted more, wanted to move.

I shifted my weight, drawing a groan from Jasper. My own moan joined his as his cock rubbed against my walls, sending a new ripple of sensation through me. I opened my eyes and found Jasper watching me, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver through me.

I lifted myself up until just the tip of him was still inside and then dropped down, sending a burst of almost painful pleasure through me as he went deeper than before. One of the hands on my hip moved up to my breast, squeezing for a moment before his fingers started manipulating my nipple, pulling and rolling even as I repeated my rise and fall.

Neither one of us spoke as I rode him. Only the sounds of flesh against flesh mingled with our harsh breathing. I could feel the pressure inside me building, but just before I reached it, he sat up, his mouth immediately covering mine. One arm slid around my waist, holding me in place as he began to move us both. I whimpered as his tongue delved into my mouth, sliding against mine. The base of his cock was rubbing directly on my clit now and every shallow thrust created new, wonderful friction.

His lips moved across my jaw, teeth scraping against my skin before his tongue soothed it. He leaned me back, his arm stretched along my spine. He fastened his lips around one hard nipple. The suction was immediate and hard, sending a jolt of near-pain straight down. Then his teeth began to worry the sensitive flesh and I squirmed, wanting the sweet torture to stop. To never stop.

I gasped his name, digging my nails into his shoulders as he bit down. My entire body tensed, trapping him inside me even as my pussy squeezed tight around him. He buried his hand in my hair as I came, mouth still sucking hard on my breast until I was certain I would explode.