I swallow hard, the air thickening around me as he hovers over me, trapping me between his arms and legs. He seems bigger than ever, his abs tightening as he drops to his forearms on either side of my body. He lowers his head and his soft lips touch my neck. He drops kisses, licking and nipping as he moves ever . . . so . . . slowly . . .

Until finally.

His mouth grazes the skin between my breasts. The light touch causes my entire body to clench with need. My nipples harden and my inner muscles clench as my back arches off the bed, desperate for more.

His tongue slips out between his lips and he draws a trail from the base of my breasts, nipping as he moves up my neck.

“I write dreams, but never, not in my wildest imagination, could I have dreamt up anything better than having you naked underneath me.” His words send shock waves through my body. “You’re everything I never thought I could have. And I’m never going to let you go.”

I want to tell him I want that. That I never want him to let go. That I could lie here with him, savoring the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against the shell of my ear, for eternity.

But then he gives me more.

So much more.

The weight of his body collapses on top of me, his mouth leaving my ear and slamming onto mine. His lips are firm against mine and any patience he had is gone. He pulls my lips between his teeth, pushing his tongue into my mouth the second he releases them. I’m meeting him exactly where he is, trying to tell him without words how I feel about him. How much I want— No. How much I need this.

His hands are frantic. Moving down my hips, one going beneath me, his fingernails digging into the flesh of my ass as the other doesn’t falter before finding the wetness between my thighs. He doesn’t miss as he deftly draws circles around the bundle of nerves currently in control of my entire body.

I tangle my fingers into the strands of his thick, wavy hair. My fingers tense against his scalp as I pull his head back, needing him to see me.

Needing him to witness the way he makes me completely undone.

“Oh my,” I rasp as the pressure between my legs begins to build. “I’m going to—”

Jasper’s hand disappears and he cuts me off before I can finish . . . in every way imaginable. “Oh no you don’t.”

But before I can even cry out in frustration, his mouth replaces his hand and the sound dies in my throat.

I don’t know when the last time I’ve felt anything like this was.