Page 93 of Discretion

She slid her hands beneath the hem of my shirt, and I melted from the contact.

“I just…” God, she was making it impossible to concentrate. Especially when she stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head before tossing it aside. “This is about more than sex.”

“I know.” Her smile was so fucking coy. Somehow sweet but sultry. Fuck. She was hot.

Now she was in her denim shorts and a lacy purple bra, the dragonfly on her chest sparkling when it caught the light.Mine.

I was so distracted that when Halle gently shoved me toward the bed, I found myself falling onto the mattress. Iwatched her with rapt attention as she started unbuttoning those fucking shorts. I loved her confidence. Loved the way she looked. The way she moved.

She’d been confident last summer, but she was even more so now. She looked damn good, and she knew it. And I loved to see it.

I ran a hand over my face. How was this real? How was she even real?

“You’re gorgeous, love,” I rasped, already so close to losing it. My cock was hard, and I had a feeling if I pulled it out, precome would be dripping from the tip.

She smiled and slid her shorts over her hips. I loved that she was taking control. That she felt safe with me, trusted me, to let me in.

I let out a long, low “Fuuuuck,” as I took in her matching bra and underwear. Fuck me, she was hot.

“Jasper?” she asked, and my eyes flicked to hers. “Clothes off.”

I swallowed. Hard. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

She stepped closer, her scent filling the air around me. Making it impossible to think. Especially when she looked like that, her breasts full and nearly spilling out of the cups of her bra, her curves on display, begging me to touch her.

She crawled onto the bed, over me. “What happened to being all in?”

“I, um—” I let out a shaky exhale. “I’m trying to move at your pace.”I was, but she was making it incredibly difficult.Plus, I didn’t want us to get so distracted by the physical aspects that we neglected the rest of our relationship.

She leaned down so her breasts brushed against my chest, her lips grazing along my jawline. I fisted the sheets in my hands, aching to touch her.

“Jasper.”

“Mm-hmm?” I asked, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations, the emotions.

She placed a hand to my cheek. “Look at me. Please.” I opened my eyes, peering up into hers. “Why are you holding back?”

“Because… I want our first time together to be special.” My cock was so hard, it was a wonder I could even speak.

“First time?” She laughed. “I think we’re well past that.”

I grazed my hand along her hip, resisting the urge to bring her even closer still. “I meant our first time as a couple.”

“This is special,” she said. “At least, it is to me. It’s special because we’re together. But if you’re not ready… If you don’t want to have that kind of intimacy yet?—”

I rolled us so I was on top, hating that she even had to question where I stood. “I want to be as close to you as possible.” I ground against her, letting her feel my arousal. “I want to be buried so deep inside you that I can no longer tell where I end and you begin.”

She arched up against me, and I thought I might explode. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I’d waited so long for this—for her. And for a while, I’d feared it would never happen.

Unable to resist any longer, I crushed my mouth to hers. We raced to undress the other. My shorts and shirt were gone, followed by my boxers. Her bra and underwear were tossed aside until she was naked except for her dragonfly pendant.

Seeing her in nothing but the necklace I’d given her was one of the hottest things I’d ever witnessed. I was so keyed up, I felt as if I might come on the spot.

Shit.I squeezed my eyes shut.

She paused. “What’s wrong?”