“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask, breaking the kiss.
Jasper nods eagerly and looks for his friends. He spots them at the corner booth and waves his hand, mouthing “bye.”
Everyone waves back before we make our way through the crowd, our bodies still pressed together. I can feel the eyes of the other dancers on us as we move, but I don’t care. All I want is Jasper.
* * *
The ten-minute walk from the club to Jasper’s apartment is filled with stolen kisses, giddy giggles, and knowing smiles. The moment we’re in the elevator, taking us to the top floor where Jasper’s apartment is, he unzips my winter jacket.
“I spent the entire night thinking how I can’t wait to have you alone. You drive me wild—wild with lust,” he groans, seeing my dress underneath. “Fuck, you really are perfect.” His comment makes me blush, and he notices it. “And so damn modest. You surprise me every damn day, Muru.”
“So do you, Jas.”
“Please keep calling me that,” he growls, making me feel the vibration of his voice all through my body. “It makes me want to rip that sexy-as-sin dress off you.”
When the elevator arrives on his floor, Jasper quickly opens the front door. Once inside, he presses me into the hallway wall and the feel of his solid, muscular body against my soft curves sends shivers through me. His hands move over my exposed skin with reverence, exploring me like he does every time we get naked together.
“You’re beyond beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re perfect to me, and these flawless curves make me lose my mind.”
“I love your body too.”
“Let me take this dress completely off you,” he says, moving his pointer finger down the front. “I have dreamed about what it would look like coming off this stunning body all night.”
I nod hastily, and Jasper wastes no time in removing my dress. I feel slightly vulnerable being the only one naked but also desired under Jasper’s intense gaze. He takes in every inch. “So damn beautiful.”
The cool air makes me shiver, drawing attention to the sweat on my body. I moan as his lips brush across my collarbone, worrying that he tastes my sweat. “Jas, wait.” I pull his head back, grimacing as I say, “I’m all sweaty and gross, can we wash up first?”
“I’d never say no to getting you wet,” he winks and steps away from me.
I hurry to the bathroom, looking back at him. “You better follow me, or I have to start alone.”
Jasper follows, closing the door behind him. I turn on the shower and let the water run warm, testing it with my hand before stepping in. Jasper moves to stand behind me after getting rid of his clothes. I feel his hands on my waist, pulling me against him. I lean into his solid chest, and he nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing and biting me gently. He grabs the shower gel and squeezes soap into his palms. My breath quickens as his hands wander over my body under the spray.
After he’s done washing me and himself, Jasper spins me around so that we’re facing each other. His eyes are dark with desire, and I get lost in them. I run my fingers through his wet hair, pulling him to me for another deep kiss. Our tongues meet hungrily, making me moan. I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I reach down to stroke him slowly.
Jasper groans into my mouth, “Muru, I wanted tonight to be about you.”
“Then take me to bed and worship me.” He lifts my curvy body in one swift movement, and I wrap my legs around his waist, worried he can’t carry all my weight. “Jasper, let me down.”
“Don’t worry, muru, I will when we reach the bed.”
He lays me on my back, and I watch him in awe. “You’re really strong.”
He chuckles at my comment before saying, “I want you to ride my face.”
“Your face? But I will crush you!”
“Not a chance,” he says confidently.
I’m still slightly worried as I haven’t done it before. “But what if you stop breathing?”
“Well, then it’d be a good way to go.” Jasper shrugs and looks at me expectedly.
Not being able to say no to him and his mouth, I finally agree. “Okay then, onedeath by pussycoming up.”
Jasper laughs loudly and nods, positioning himself on the bed, his back against the mattress.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask, still a little nervous yet excited at the same time.
