she asked instead, watching as he fiddled with the knobs. Sex against the tiles would be delicious, she imagined, hard and slippery and quick, no time for the slow torment Jasper loved so much.
He made a noncommittal noise and stripped his shirt over his head before turning his attention to the hooks on her corset. Each gave way with a soft click, her breasts spilling free as he unhooked the final fastening and let the structured leather slide to the floor.
God, she loved the way he looked at her. He traced the very tips of his fingers across her shoulders and down the slopes of her breasts, stopping just shy of her nipples. “Want me in there with you?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, pressing up into his touch as she reached for his belt. “You’re all I want tonight. Just…you. Wherever, however.”
“However?” His hands dropped to her ass, and he dragged her closer.
The movement left her hands pinned between their bodies, her fingers crushed against the solid heat of his abdomen. His skin was so close to her mouth that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him, parting her lips against his shoulder before stealing a taste.
She had to be honest. She had to say
“Mm-hmm.” He released her and backed away. “Clothes, Noelle. Take them off.”
She started with her cutoff shorts, dragging the zipper open before wiggling the denim off her hips with enough gyrating to make Lex proud, though with a fraction of the other woman’s grace.
At least Jasper didn’t laugh at her.
She had to bend down to unfasten her shoes, presenting Jasper with an unobstructed view of her ass covered only by her favorite ruffled panties. That part of the fantasy matched her imagination, and she peeked up at him as she worked at the second buckle. “Should I take yours off next?”
He shook his head and unbuckled his belt. “Get under the water.”
His voice held an implacable edge. It was an order, for all the easiness of the words, and she slipped out of her underwear and obeyed.
He stood at the open shower door and watched her as he took off his pants. “I like the way the water drips off of you. The way your skin looks when it’s wet.”
Noelle shivered under his gaze, though the water was so hot steam drifted up around her. “I like the way you watch me. It makes me wetter.”
The shower stall seemed roomy—until Jasper stepped into it. He loomed over her, pressing her against the tile. “How wet?”
Words froze in her throat because it was hard to breathe with him stealing all the air from the tiny space. She wanted him so much that she started to reach for him, then hesitated and lifted her arms above her head instead. “You could touch me and find out.”
His erect cock nudged her hip as he closed the scant space between them and rested one arm against the tile. He slid his other hand down, over the crest of one breast and farther. To her upper thighs. “Open.”
She inched her legs apart without looking away from him. “That word makes me wetter, too. It used to be such an innocent word, but now…”
Jasper arched an eyebrow but didn’t move his hand. “Now that you know all the delicious ways you can be opened?”
“No,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider. “Now that I know all the ways I can open for you.”
“You don’t know them all.” His fingers slipped over her folds, parting them, wet from the water
This was heaven and hell in one. The slow glide of his fingers working against her, sparking pleasure from the touch and kindling a deeper anticipation. Her nipples tightened into aching points, and she dropped one hand to soothe that need, stroking herself with a sigh. “I’ll do anything with you.”
He moved fast, jerking her hand back over her head. “Leave them there.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she stretched her arms up until her hands brushed the shower fixture. She curled her fingers around it as her rasping breaths echoed in the shower stall.
She couldn’t move, but she could speak. It was good practice for the next time Dallas decided to hold her release hostage to her willingness to say obscene things. “My nipples ache. I want you to touch them.”
Jasper ran his hand down her body again, avoiding the tips of her breasts. “I’ll get around to it.”
Impossible not to whimper at that, and she twisted a little, rubbing her hip against his cock with a groan. “Did you bring me in here to tease me?”
He closed his eyes, but only for a moment. When he opened them again, they were blazing. “This is what it means to belong to me—that you trust me to give you what you need. Can you handle it?”
She did trust him. She trusted him all the more
His eyes were so dark. So intense. She wet her lips and nodded once. “I can handle it. I trust you. Just because I beg for something else, that doesn’t mean I want you to give it to me. Sometimes I like it more when you tell me no.”
“Do you think I need to be told that?”
No, he knew. He’d known all along, while she had struggled to make sense of the shame and the need. She tightened her grip on the fixture and shook her head. “No.”
“Then hush.” He drew his thumb over her lower lip. “Stop telling me that you trust me and show me instead.”
He didn’t wait for a response before dipping his hand between her thighs. Two of his fingers eased inside her. He began to move them in rhythmic motions, rubbing against her inner walls and pushing deeper with every stroke. Pleasure built, brick by brick, each stroke almost inconsequential on its own but part of a slow-rising tension that had her squirming, fighting the urge to rise on her toes to steal a moment’s respite or rock against his hand to hurry his pace.
Trust. She had to show it, even if her entire body ached now, hungry for harder and faster and
His touch slowed. He slipped his fingers free of her body, teased them over her clit, and lightly caressed her inner thighs.
Then he started all over again.
Noelle whimpered, unable to control the desperate twist of her hips as she chased his retreating touch.
Jasper pressed his lips to her cheek. “No matter what you say, what
His beard scraped her skin, but she rubbed her face against his, hungry for any chance to touch him. “Do you want me to fuck your fingers?”
“Not consciously. I don’t want you to decide to.” He trailed his lips over to her ear. “That’s why I didn’t ask. I made it happen.”
Hot breath tickled over damp skin, sending tingles shivering through her until she squirmed again. There was something dangerously seductive in his words, a promise that he’d been watching her, learning her, that he understood all the dark twists and turns that made up her desire and wouldn’t hesitate to follow them.
She could have anything she wanted—everything—but only if she trusted him to give it to her. Only if she waited. Not passively, because there was nothing passive in the restraint it took not to reach for him, not to dig her nails into his shoulders and beg, but that was the sweetest part of the game. Her fingers would be numb from clutching at the fixture, and she didn’t care. The discomfort was part of the pleasure, just like the anticipation. The mystery of wondering when she’d snap, and what he’d do to drive her there…
And the reward. Oh God, the reward would be sweet.
“Yes.” He worked a third finger into her pussy, stretching her as he watched her face. It was intense, considering the size of his hands, filling her until she hissed in a breath and inched up on her toes in an attempt to slow his advance.
He gave her no respite. Instead, he followed, thrusting his fingers deeper.
