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until he hit that spot and I cried out.
    Even while I was coming, he eased me down onto his shirt. I barely registered the sound of a zipper and then he was over me and inside me. I cried out again as he stretched me wide, the myriad sensations pushing me into another climax before the first had even finished. His mouth covered mine, swallowing every sound as he thrust into me. His strokes were slow and deep, filling me with each one until I was no longer sure which body was his and which was mine. I’d experienced this sort of closeness with Allen only a few times and never this intense. It was almost overwhelming.
    My nails dug into Jasper’s arms as my teeth scraped over his lip. He moaned, his mouth leaving mine to bite his way down my neck. I moved my hands to his back, sliding them down to his ass. I pushed at the jeans that were only half-way down, nails scratching at his already marked skin. I wanted to mark him more, I realized, and I wanted him to mark me. This was the part of the weekend I wanted to think about whenever I got dressed, whenever I looked in the mirror.
    “Please, Jas,” I begged as he licked and bit at my throat. “I’m so close.”
    I could feel it coming, that precipice that could take me away from here to a place where it was just him and me. Nothing else. No problems. No one telling us we shouldn’t be together. We just were.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    His voice was low in my ear.
    “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
    He shifted his hips, rubbing against my clit with just the right amount of pressure and then I was flying. The world exploded around me in white and I called out his name. He moved inside me even as I clamped down around him and I heard him swear. Heard him say my name. A shudder ran through him and he came.
    Slowly, I became aware of the world around me again. The buzz of insects. The thick smell of grapes mingled with the scent of sex. The weight and heat of Jasper’s body wrapped around me. The feel of his cum on the insides of my thighs. The hard ground under his shirt.
    He brushed some hair back from my face as he leaned over me, propped on one arm. His face was concerned. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
    “No.” I smiled and reached up to put my hand on his cheek. “It was perfect. I like variety.”
    He laughed, but there was a hint of something sad to the sound. “After eight years with the same person, I suppose anything different would be variety.”
    “That’s not what I meant.” I lifted my head to kiss him. “I like all the ways you have sex with me. Slow. Fast. Hard. Soft.” I sighed.
    “What’s wrong then?” he asked.
    “I love being with you. Spending time with you. Having sex with you.”
    “Okay?” He looked confused.
    “But everyone keeps saying that it’s too soon.” I rolled onto my side so we could be face-to-face.
    “Do you feel like it’s too fast?”
    I could hear the hesitation in his voice and knew that if I said yes, he’d back off. But I didn’t want him to back off. I didn’t want to take this slow, I realized.
    “Fuck it.”
    His eyes widened.
    “It’s not like you’re some random stranger, Jas. I’ve known you for years. It’s only this part of things that’s new. Do you think we’re going too fast?”
    He shook his head. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he admitted. “I’ll go whatever speed you want as long as I can be with you.”
    I smiled. “Good, because I’m tired of listening to what other people say and I’m tired of living in the past.” I took a deep breath. “Move in with me.”

Chapter 10
    I’m just glad Mom’s not here to see this. She would’ve been ashamed of you.
    It had been five days since Mitchell had left and his words still echoed in my head, no matter how hard I tried to get them out.
    Jasper had stayed through Sunday evening, the day I’d asked him to move in with me and we’d gone over the logistics of things. When the best time would be for him to move in.