Authors: Kimberly Lowe
Leya
stood in her bedroom staring at a dozen red roses with a blissful smile. How long had it been since she had received such a beautiful gift? Come to think of it she had never received roses like this in her life.
“Holly crap!” Thea gasped as she came into the bedroom. “Who sent you those?”
“Jasper.” She answered quietly.
Madeline rushed into her room from the hallway, obviously hearing her answer. “Jasper sent you roses?
Really? Wow.”
Both of her friends stared at the arrangement with their mouths wide open. They were meeting to discuss Maddie’s new wedding plans, for her new wedding with her ex-
fiancé’s twin brother. Which was scandalous in its own right, and yet the news of a hunky bodyguard sending his boss red roses seemed to surpass the pervious gossip.
Suddenly wanting the attention away from her and Jasper she casually shrugged. “He just wanted to be nice after what happened last night, that’s all.”
Maddie let out a skeptical chuckle. “Leya, men don’t send roses to be nice. They send them to be noticed. Out of all of us you should know that.”
Should she? Though she had to admit to having many male admirers, not one of them sent such a beautiful arrangement before. And didn’t red mean passion? Did he send them to be noticed?
Before she allowed herself to get too ahead of the game, she eyed the flowers. “Or he knew I would like them and didn’t put much thought in it pass that.”
This time both of her friends laughed. “You have had too many men, Leya.” Thea started. “So many that you can’t see when one truly likes you.”
The comment was meant to be harmless. Unfortunately, it hit her like a smack in the face. Was it true? The better question was; did running through men become more of a compulsion then a diversion?
“Hello?” Jasper’s deep voice carried up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“Well, speak of the devil.” Thea whispered with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Up here.” Leya called trying to gain her composure.
Clearing her throat, Maddie motioned to Thea. “Didn’t we have somewhere else to be?”
“No, but I fallow your lead anyway.” Thea said honestly as she took Maddie’s arm.
“Thanks, you guys.” Leya growled sarcastically.
Both of them waved with sheepish grins while they disappeared around the corner.
Turning to the full length mirror she gave herself a quick once over. She sighed at the image deciding it was good enough and quickly turned to see Jasper watching her from the doorway.
“Hello.” He greeted softly with a wicked grin.
“Umm…Hi.” How long had he been standing there watching her?
“For a lady who was nearly run over the night before, you look stunning.” He hummed.
Heat filled her cheeks causing her to turn away. Glancing at the flowers she smiled. “Thank you for the roses. Their incredible.”
“You’re very welcome.” He gave a quick look over his shoulder before saying. “I wasn’t sure if Victor would rat me out before they came.”
“No, they were a complete surprise.” She smiled like a lovesick fool for a brief moment before she caught herself. Clearing her throat she tried for the more uninterested response. “I mean, I normally get flowers from lovers. So getting such a beautiful arrangement from you was unexpected.”
He nodded as he took a step closer.
“Because I’m not a lover.”
“Right.”
I wish
. She thought as she fingered one of the soft rose petals.
“So, was I out of line sending you this bouquet?” He asked the question as if he had already known the answer.
“No, of course not!” She answered a little too quickly. God, why did she have to act like such a dupe around him?
Taking another step toward her he leaned into her space. “You know you’re not as apathetic as you like to make everyone think you are.” He stated simply.
Crossing her arms in front of her she eyed him carefully. “And what makes you believe that?”
He chuckled softly.
“Your eyes. Anyone paying attention can see how sweet you are. How caring you are.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he took another step, which brought him right up close to her. “Because you’re far too sassy to be apathetic.”
She swallowed almost afraid to say anything. He was so close she could smell his toothpaste. All she had to do was lean slightly and she would be able to taste the mint that tickled her nose.
Feeling light-headed she backed up slowly. “Sassy. That’s me.” She giggled.
“Sexy.”
“Sexy?” She asked stopping her escape. “Did you say sexy?”
“I’ve been with you for several years, Leya. And I shouldn’t….professionally…” As he rambled she saw what he wanted and it made her dizzy.
Without thinking she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. When she realized that he wasn’t kissing back she released him and backed away completely mortified.
“I’m sorry. That was out of line.” She mumbled wanting to run into her closet and never come out. “I thought you were talking about—”
Before she could finish his mouth was back on hers. Hot and eager he took her with such vigorous passion she clung to him. His tongue caressed hers in ways she had never felt before. Sure she had good kissers in the past but never like this.
A moan so ravenous thundered from somewhere deep inside her. Wrapping her arms tightly around him she held on wanting more, so much more.
“Leya, I want you.” He growled over her sensitive lips. “But if you want to take this slow, I will understand.”
“Screw slow.
I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.” She confessed with enthusiasm that had her fearing it might have turned him off.
Before she knew it she was sprawled out on her bed while he shut and locked her bedroom door. He was back at her side in a matter of seconds removing her cloths carefully, minding her head and ankle.
Once she was completely naked, his fingers began to touch, stroke, linger in the soft curves of her overly responsive body. Her heart was beating so fiercely in echoed off of her eardrums. She had pictured this so many times in the past. Though anticipating this moment hadn’t been enough to prepare her for thrill of his intense touch to zing through every nerve ending.
Jasper was nothing like the other men she had been with. He was so much stronger physically as well as emotionally. Even his looks held a more pronounced beauty than any
model she had dared bring this far. This change from the predictable male she was used to sharing her bed with, to this unexpected electric desire had her shaking with need.
Finally his hand reached her famine folds. Her back immediately arched as his thick fingers did all sorts of wonderful things to her tender flesh. She cried out as he toyed with the nub that was more hypersensitive than ever before. Small circles had her climaxing in explosives waves.
“God, you’re so responsive.” His husky whisper barely made it through her exhilarated fog. “Let’s see what happens when I do this.” He mused replacing his finger with his hot mouth.
“
Oooh!
” She moaned with delight. Trying to get a better view she lifted her head. She wanted to watch what he was doing to her, unfortunately the sensations racing throughout her body made it difficult to do nothing more than cry out once again.
She had never been so orgasmic in her life. Worrying that she might not endure her own excitement much longer she squeezed her eyes closed as he continued bathing her with his tongue.
Nowhere near an inexperienced woman she found herself acting more like a hesitant virgin then a skilled lover. With Jasper she always imagined herself this way, and yet finally having him here she felt as if being submissive wasn’t an option. She wanted to give as much as she wanted to receive, if not more.
Inching out from underneath his amazing mouth, she came up on her knees. She shook her head when she realized that he was still fully clothed. “This isn’t fair.” Allowing her voice to slither low and seductively soft she bent on all fours, crawling toward him.
He stayed in his crutched position, which she realized kept him at perfect view of her swaying breast. She smiled while she came right up on him. Grabbing two fists full of his shirt she arched her brow waiting for his reaction as she ripped it open popping buttons off in result.
She knew he would be built, though his washboard abs, highly sculpted pecks, and well toned biceps stole her breath. Using her fingertips she gently caressed his bronze skin. The pure perfection of his body resembled a beautiful marble sculpture, yet the soft, warm texture of his skin proved that he was very real.
As he stood up slowly she came up with him. Kneeling in front of him on her bed she kept herself level with his magnificent structure. Ever so lightly she ran her lips over his hot skin trailing her eager fingers. He tasted better than she ever thought possible.
“Oh, Leya.”
He groaned cupping her head while she continued to devour his flesh. Pulling her back softly he took her mouth with his. His kiss was incredible. It fogged her brain to the point that she hadn’t realized she was laying back down until she felt his weight on top of her.
Nudging her legs apart he smoothly placed himself against her center. His jeans rubbed crudely long her wet opening while his mouth still hungrily took hers. In a matter of moments she was coming apart for the third time.
Jasper watched her beautiful face contort into uncontained pleasure as she came for him yet again. Her screams of ecstasy had him nearly joining her. Sitting up he removed his pants and boxers at the same time while he watched her glorious body tremble with exhilaration.
Smiling down at her he reached for the condom in his back pocket. She sat up quickly taking his hand with the latex. Softly she whispered up to him. “Not yet. I want to taste you.”
Before he could react her wonderful mouth was on him. Sucking lightly on the tip her hand fastened around his base. She moved her sweet mouth down his ready shaft working him with her wicked tongue and delicate hand to bring him pleasure.
Afraid that he wouldn’t last much longer he placed his hands on her shoulders trying halfheartedly to push her back. She ignored him and continued on with the brilliant torture.
When her movements became more frantic and her moans became more alive, he knew that they were both done with the foreplay. Cupping her face he moved her back until she reached the pillows. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and then made quick work of sheathing himself with the latex.
Climbing slowly over her he watched as she dampened her lips with her little pink tongue. His erection was now painful as he took those moistened lips with his. Kissing her delicately, he placed both arms on either side of her head. He gently stroked her hair while he dined on her perfect mouth.
He leisurely moved himself into position. Never taking his mouth off of hers he dipped the head of his hard member a few millimeters then withdrew. He chuckled at her whimper of protest. Repeating the process once again, he waited until she was ready then surged forward until he claimed her fully.
Her back arched up pressing her gorgeous breast right into his chest. Slipping down until he reached one taught nipple. He took the precious peak into his mouth and sucked while he pulled out and instantly pushing all the way back to her hilt.
She climaxed immediately. Her tight release squeezed him deep inside. He held still while she exploded around, holding on to his last reserve. As he began to move again he watched as she trembled with his every stroke.
“Oh, Jasper. What are you doing to me?” She whispered between quivers.
“
I’m loving you, sweetheart.” He replied slightly incoherent. She felt better than he had ever imagined. She looked angelic underneath him, almost myth like. Her long legs held him to her while her mouth reclaimed his. With her body responding so fiercely his brain switched into high gear.
Raising
up onto his hands he repositioned himself for better access. He thrust his hips forward and got a cry of pleasure in response. Pulling out slowly he caught his breath. Thrusting again he came instantaneously as she too milked him with a wild orgasm.
For several moments after they stayed like that, with him draped over her, while she shook violently beneath him.
As his mind began to clear he realized two things at once; he was crushing her, and she was crying.
Rolling onto his side he took her deep into his arms. Kissing every inch of her face he whispered. “Are you okay? Was I too forceful?”
She giggled up at him. “No. Not at all. In fact that was more beautiful than I ever thought possible.”
He had to agree. Never in his life did he feel something so perfect, then Leya in his arms. The past few years had been torture. His nights never seemed to end with thoughts of what her gorgeous body would feel like under his hands. He had been right to be in agony. If he would’ve known just how amazing she really felt, he wouldn’t have made it.