“Me too. Love all that we’ve tried. But…I’ve spent a lot of years alone in my room fantasizing about this too.” Admitting that made my face go from warm to supernova, and I had to study the comforter instead of Jasper. “And I want it to be you.”

“Wow.” Jasper rewarded my honesty with a gentle kiss, and figuring we were finally out of things to say, I tried to tug him backward. But he resisted. “But…um… can you be more specific?”

“Specific?” I wasn’t sure I had much if any talent for dirty banter. And we’d agreed to do it, so I didn’t know what else we were supposed to talk about.

Jasper wasn’t giving up easily either, bumping my shoulder. “Like, when you have this fantasy, what are you doing? And for the record, I’m good with any answer there.”

“Oh.” Now I got it. My skin prickled because I’d thought that part went without saying, but of course Jasper the king of careful consent was going to make me spell it out. “Uh…I’m not the one doing. You are. That’s what I want.”

“Yeah?” A grin slowly spread across his face as he stroked my cheek.

“Yeah.” He was going to kill me slowly, all this talking, but I did love how much care he was showing.

“It can be a little uncomfortable the first time. Like, not everyone enjoys penetrative play—”

“Love your big words,” I growled, tugging him until he was on top of me. This time he went easily. “And I didn’t say I’d never fooled around on my own. I know what I like.”

“Oh?” His eyes went wide. Shocking him was worth the mild embarrassment of admitting that. But if there was anyone on earth I trusted to do this with, it was Jasper. He made even my deepest desires safe and normal and possible.

“Yeah. So, you good with that?”

“More than. You’ve got no idea…” Jasper gave a shaky laugh then held up a trembling hand. “I want you. So much. You’re not the only one with fantasies.”

“Good.” I kissed him until he wasn’t the only one breathless and shuddering.

“We’ll go slow—”

“Not too slow. Want it. Promise.” I wriggled under him, trying to make my point, but only succeeded in turning myself on further.

“Me too. I want everything. Especially this…” Jasper rained little kisses down my neck, across my shoulders, and meandering all around my chest, like some sort of very adult version of connect the dots. Whatever it was, it was torture, all the little sparks with each drag of his lips against my overheated skin.

I cursed low under my breath. “You want to kill me.”

“Definitely not. Then I couldn’t do this.” He added licking and nibbling to his explorations but didn’t add even a little speed, if anything slowing further.