[chapter twenty-five]
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~Jasmine's POV~
He's up to something.
Maybe he likes outdoor sex more than I thought. Or wants to try it again without the car this time.
Still … this is awfully romantic of him. Quite sweet, really.
I lean back against him, my back to his chest and inhale deeply, looking up at the stars. God, he smells good. And feels good.
And he's rubbing my shoulders. Classic "let's get it on" maneuver. Not that I'm complaining.
God, I can't help it. I can't help what he does to me.
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls me closer, snuggling me against his chest as he continues to kiss me, his hands roaming up and down my back. I tug on him gently until we're both lying down on the blanket, our lips never separating.
"Mmm … what about dinner?" He asks huskily as he kisses my right eyelid after several minutes of kissing and more kissing.
"You hungry?" I ask.
"I was until a minute ago." He replies and I laugh a little. "But somehow, all thoughts of eating flew out of the window when you got here."
"I'm an appetite suppressant. Excellent." I tease as he laughs with me.
It's amazing. I had every intention of spending tonight with just Jeff - getting to know him. What makes him tick. What he likes, what he doesn't. Why he is the way he is.
And finding out what he likes for breakfast, dammit.
But now that he's gently unbuttoning my blouse, I seem to have lost all resolve to have any sort of conversation, meaningful or otherwise. Mostly I just want him to touch me. And I have felt that way since the minute I saw him when I stepped out of my car.
Dammit.
"Is this okay?" He murmurs against my ear as I shiver when the cold air hits my bare skin.
"Haven't I told you … " He cuts me off with a kiss.
"Sorry." He laughs against my lips. "Habit."
"Just one of many I'll have to break."
"Please do." He murmurs, tugging on the waistband of my pants as I slide the buckle of his belt loose. "Please ..." He whispers again as we slowly lose our clothes and rumple the blankets underneath us.
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Dammit.
This was not part of the plan. The plan was to not sex him the minute I laid eyes on him.
But he's not doing much to hold up his end of that plan.
Not that I actually told him the plan.
I'm pissed at myself, and in a way, I'm pissed at him. I'm beginning to wonder if he only sees me as a sexual healing process, rather than a girl he might actually like.
I mean, I know I'm the first girl down the pike since Brooke, and that he's not sure which end is up, but I like this guy. I would hate to just … just … just be that girl. The one he sleeps with until he's ready to start dating for real again. I would hate that.
I probably wouldn't be so pissy and worried if I didn't genuinely like him. And I do. I do like him.
He makes my heart beat faster when he smiles. He makes my stomach go all twisty when he watches me. He makes me laugh at his stupid jokes. And he makes me think. About everything.
And he sure as hell knows how to push my buttons in bed.
Or blanket, I should say.
His arms tighten around me, lazy circles being drawn on my back as my cheek lays pillowed on his chest, one of my legs thrown over his. He kisses the top of my head gently as I nuzzle his chest hair with my nose teasingly. "Ask me again." I say suddenly.
"Ask what?" He questions.
"What you always ask."
He chuckles, and I can hear it vibrate under my cheek.
"Okay?"
Now it's my turn to laugh. "Yeah.
Okay."