“Damn.” Jasper’s wide eyes are intense on me, lust and amusement written all across his beautiful face. But thankfully, as I’m learning, Jasper’s a man of action. He only watches for a moment before his hands move the waistband of his shorts and he pulls them down along with his underwear.

And wow.

What a fucking treat.

From the bulge in his pants, I assumed he wasn’t lacking in that department. But as it springs to life in front of me, I realize I didn’t give him even close to enough credit.

He is a work of art.

It should be said that while I refuse to get a Brazilian wax—I did it once and just no, I’m not spreading my butt cheeks under fluorescent lights, absolutely not—I do take the time to prune my garden, if you will. And what a lovely surprise when I see that Jasper has done the same. Everything is neat and cared for and it only accentuates how blessed this man is. Large and thick . . . but not to the point that I’m scared for my vagina; it makes me want him inside me right this second.

I unroll the condom down his shaft, my stomach—and other parts—clenching when it twitches in my hand.

As soon as the rubber reaches the base, I push him flat onto his back.

“My turn to play now.” I climb on top, straddling his hips and resting my hands on his chest for leverage before lowering myself onto him. Ever so slowly, I slide down, my eyes closing as I take him in one inch at a time. I don’t rush it; I let my body expand as I take my fill of him.

“Jesus, Drew.” His breathing is labored as his hands find my breasts. “Nothing in the world better than this. Feeling you. Watching you take me. Best in the fucking world.”

I’ve never been into talking during sex before.

But I guess I’ve never had sex with Jasper before. Because hearing him snaps the little thread of restraint that I had.

Slow is a thing of the past. I push myself down, taking all of him and savoring the feel of him as my body struggles to adjust. I ride him hard and fast, taking all of him until the only sounds filling the room are our moans and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.

After what Jasper gave me, I didn’t think there was any way I’d have another orgasm, and definitely not as huge as the one that almost wiped me out. But as I feel the familiar sensation begin to build low in my belly, I know it’s not only possible, it’s probable.

“Fuck, Jasper.” My nails dig into his chest, needing to hold on to something. “I—I—”