“I shouldn’t want to kiss you right now. I should wait, give you space, but I can’t.” With every word, his mouth moves closer to mine until our heavy breathing is the only thing separating us. “If you don’t want this to happen, I need you to tell me now.”

I never imagined kissing anyone in a depressing, musty office space after getting in a fight with my dad. I’m not a romance writer, but even I know this scenario is lacking. But would I rather wait for a better moment instead of feeling Jasper’s mouth on mine right now? Absolutely fucking not.

All of the need I’ve been trying to suppress breaks free. My breasts are heavy and a need builds between my thighs to heights I’ve never felt before. I’d kiss him behind a dumpster with my dad standing next to it if I had to. I’m desperate for it.

Instead of telling him any of that, I rest my hands on his hips and clutch the loose fabric of his T-shirt in my fists, and hope I don’t wake up from this dream I’m living. I angle my head toward his and roll onto my toes until my hardened nipples brush against his chest. A gasp falls from my parted lips, but that’s the only sound that escapes before his mouth is on mine and the world around me implodes.

I don’t know what I was expecting.

Maybe that Jasper’s kisses would be like him? Soft and gentle, patiently exploring until I gave him the sense I was ready for more.

But for once, reality is so much better than expectations.

The Jasper I thought I knew transforms into somebody else the moment his full, pillow-soft lips push against mine. His light touch turns frantic as his fingers flex into my neck and his free hand finds my ass, pulling me so impossibly close that I’m half-convinced he can feel my heart beating against him.

His impatient mouth works mine until he can’t wait any longer. His teeth nip at my bottom lip—the unfamiliar sting only adding to the need building between my legs—before his tongue replaces them, tracing the sting away. The sudden switch between soft and hard, frenzied and patient, undoes me. I have no idea what Jasper’s going to give me, but I want every drop of it.

I’m desperate, on the verge of begging for whatever he’s going to do next.