He just gave a happy sigh. "Nothing...just seeing her happy and being all sassy again reminded me of those early days. God, she used to be annoying back then."
"And yet you still wanted her," I drawled before crawling over to him and giving him a kiss.
He didn't really waste a single second. His hands were already pulling off my t-shirt and moving to explore every part of my upper body.
"Fuck, I missed this," he said a little roughly. "I missed you."
My hands went to his own bare chest. "You have no idea, baby," I murmured and then stilled as an ugly thought came to mind.
I looked at him with a slight frown. "So this Logan guy. What's your deal with him?"
Jasper raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? We're doing this now?"
I shrugged. "Might as well get it over with."
He only pressed down into me to touch his bare chest to mine, making me burn even more.
"He meant nothing to me," Jasper whispered in my ear before nipping it with his teeth.
I shivered a little when he did that, slid my arms around his body and lifted my hips a little to grind against his. A hiss of frustration escaped Jasper.
"I haven't been doing it much," he told me gruffly. "May be a little rusty."
"Awww. You poor thing," I murmured and grinned as I ran my hands firmly over his muscled back and shoulders. "Good," I added and bit the spot between his shoulder and neck. "Wasn't your dick like all over the place two years ago? Maybe a little time-out isn't so bad."
He lifted his head to study me with desire and love in his beautiful dark eyes. My Jasper. I couldn't believe he really was here with me after everything we had all been through.
"Wells. Don't you ever hurt me like that again," I whispered to him roughly.
His answer was to kiss me, take my mouth in a fierce, hungry manner which made me grunt and move my hips even more. It had been so long. That feeling of being possessed by him was overwhelming. I couldn't wait any longer as we kissed and grinded against each other. My hands then squeezed down between our bodies to unzip my jeans before helping him take his boxers off.
"Cole," he breathed, closing his eyes for a brief second. Then he began kissing his way down my chest, his bulging biceps straining and face flushed with need.
I stopped him with a touch on his hair, making him glance up at me in question.
"Inside me," I said softly. "That's what I want right now."
He didn't hesitate, dragging my jeans off and then taking my cock in his hand to pump me up. He was hard as a pole for me, like he was already going to explode.
"So...I see you fixed your little problem there," I gasped, trying to sound casual as his hand worked on my dick, my chin jerking towards his own erection.
Jasper narrowed his eyes at me. "Where's the lube?" he growled.
I blinked at him, sinking my teeth in my lower lip to fight off the sensations that came with my lover's touch. “There is none," I managed to tell him.
It was strange, the way he looked at me then, tenderness mixed with a hint of sorrow. As though my three words suddenly reminded him that I had never let anyone else take me that way. He got up to go over to the dresser and then returned with a bottle of oil. I lay there and watched him through hooded eyes. I knew this man loved to work on me, spend time making me feel aroused and enjoyed watching for my reactions. He spread some of the oil on his palms but instead of lubing me up, he shifted upwards to straddle me before smearing it leisurely over my chest.
Oh fuck.
That was hot. His big hands massaging my bare chest that way and causing it to become all oily and heated up, making me grow even harder as a result.
"Oh my God," I said through clenched teeth as my dick strained to feel some friction while my eyes rolled to the back of my bed. "Oh, Wells," I whispered.
Then he was kissing me again, my hands buried in his hair, our bodies rubbing together as he slowly prepared me with his fingers. At one time he stopped kissing to gaze deep into my eyes, watching how he was affecting me. I knew all the tears had been cried but at that moment, I wanted to cry again because I loved him so much and I had missed being with him like this. Where he took care of me, my needs. Where he saw me.
Jasper's mouth curved into a sad smile.
"Tell me you can love me again," he whispered as though he was afraid to voice his insecurities.
I caressed his stubble, his jaw and neck affectionately while keeping my gaze fixed on his. "I never stopped."
There was pain in his expression before he moistened his lips, touched them to mine and asked, "You ready for me?"
I let out a short laugh. "Oh, yeah, bring it on," I replied, nipping at his lips with my teeth. "Let's see if you've still got it."
Jasper laughed as well, lifting his head and letting out that deep, mirthful sound. "God, I love you," he finally said, cocking his head to one side, capturing my gaze with that typical Jasper-Wells kind of intensity and then driving into me in one smooth push of his hips.
I could hear my throaty moans filling up the room as he slid in and out of me, the sensation so intense after so very long. He stopped somewhere in the middle of pounding
