Love Me Nots (Jasper Falls 3)

She sat on the extremely tall bed and waited as the water turned on. This wasn’t his personal space, so it felt cold and foreign. She heard the spray of the shower shift as he got in and was tempted to join him—naked and only twenty feet away.

Slipping off the bed, she stripped her clothes and entered the steamy bathroom. Gage’s muscled form filled the shower, his back arched as he faced the fall of water, head down and steam fogging the glass.

She stepped in behind him, and he pivoted, a startled look on his exhausted face. “Perrin.”

“I couldn’t wait.” She pressed her naked body against his hard, wet physique, and he tentatively closed his arms around her back. They stood there for a long moment, under the heated spray, simply enjoying the feel of each other.

He hardened and she laughed. “Tired, but not totally exhausted.”

“I’m delirious. We have to wait until I’ve slept—at least for an hour.”

They seemed to always find cause for delay. Reaching between their slick bodies, she gently stroked him. “I can take care of you. I don’t mind.”

His eyes closed and he rested his head on her shoulder, his hands dropping to her ass as he gently swayed. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”

“I think you’re going to have a difficult time getting rid of me.”

“Good.”

They played in the water, stealing flirtatious touches and teasing each other but never making it to any sort of frenzy. When the water went cold and they were both clean, they dried each other off. Her eyes widened at the size of him, and excitement built in her belly as she anticipated what would happen after they rested.

They curled together like spoons under the silk sheets. “Is this okay?” She recalled how Bran never liked sleeping close. He used to complain he got overheated.

Gage yanked her hips back, pulling her even closer and reached around to cup her breasts. Then he growled, nudging his hips forward and she giggled.

“You need to sleep.”

“It’s hard with your naked body so close.”

She nestled her butt into his erection. “I noticed.”

He pinched her nipple and she twisted, kissing him and hooking a leg over his hip.

“Perrin, I want our first time to be special. I’m so tired.”

“I know. Me too. We can wait.”

He kissed her again, and somehow his arousal found hers, sliding between her folds and pressing tenderly into her opening. “Gage,” she breathed, his name a plea.

He nudged deeper, gently stretching her. They stilled, brows pressing together as they both tried to resist the inevitable.

“Maybe the second time can be special.” She wiggled her hips, taking him inside of her another inch and they both moaned.

“Fuck, Perrin. I wanted—”

She kissed him softly. “This is perfect. I have no regrets.”

“I love you.” He angled his hips, drawing back and sinking into her until their pelvises kissed.

Their naked bodies entwined, as they stared into each other’s eyes. It was one of the most intimate experiences of her life.

His hand closed over her ass and he squeezed, his hips losing their rhythm as his head fell back. His body pulsed inside of hers, awakening so many sensations she trembled through her own gentle release.

Shivering, she clung to him, her skin glistening with a cool sweat. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Amazing.” He kissed her again. “I don’t want to let go.”

“Then don’t.”

They stayed like that until they fell asleep. Sometime later, she awoke to Gage pressing kisses along her hips and marking a trail to her thighs. He teased her folds open and spent days kissing her, gently teasing her to orgasm.

She should have expected him to be such a gentle lover. He was thorough and generous and concerned with her pleasure before his own.

When the sun set and the room was once again dark, she decided it was his turn. She worked her mouth down his body, learning every muscle and bulge. When she took him into her mouth, his hands fisted at his side.

“You can touch me,” she said, her lips tracing up the rigid column of his shaft.

“I don’t want to be too rough.”

“You won’t hurt me.” She smiled. “I like a little hair pulling.”

He combed his fingers through her hair and tightened his fist. She moaned to tell him that was fine, then took him deep into her mouth. The more she showed him she wouldn’t break, the more passionate he became.

They made love countless times, hydrating and scavenging for food in the pantries and passing out in between. By morning, they were sticky and replete, but after a long bubble bath, they were back at it again.

“I’m going to need a B12 shot,” she joked.

“I can have one sent over if you’re serious.”

She stilled and snorted out a laugh. “Don’t play rich weird guy.”

“Sorry.”

She giggled and curled onto his lap at the kitchen table, where they were currently enjoying waffles—the toasted kind. “What’s the most eccentric thing you’ve ever paid for?”