A Christmas Break - Annabelle Jacobs Page 0,62

I’d been thinking about this all morning. Work had dragged at a snail’s pace, but I finally had him in my arms.

“Too many clothes.” Jasper tugged at the zip on my coat and shivered. “And it’s cold.”

I stepped back, then hurried to kick off my shoes and hang up my coat. “Better?” I asked, moving back into his space.

He slipped a hand under my jumper until he found skin. “Much. You’re so warm under here.”

“We’d both be warmer if we moved this out of the hallway,” I muttered between kisses. Jasper hummed his agreement. “Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Down,” he said, easing back enough to grab my hand and lead me into the lounge.

It was only just turning dark outside, but the curtains were already drawn, lights dimmed, the Christmas lights twinkling merrily away. It screamed festive romance and I smirked until I remembered who’d been here before me. “All this for your dad?”

Jasper stared at me for a second, then rolled his eyes. “I was waiting for you. His visit was unexpected.”

“Looked like it went okay?

“It did.” He walked backwards towards the sofa, taking me with him. “But I don’t want to talk about my dad when I’m trying to get you naked.”

I laughed because he could barely get himself naked, let alone me. It still sent a spike of desire through me, and I followed him, steadying him when the back of his knees hit the edge of the sofa. “Careful.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “So sick of having to be careful.”

“I know.” He had at least another five weeks in his cast, and then no doubt some physio after that. “But for now, let me do all the work.” He raised an eyebrow at that, but his gaze dropped towards my mouth. Yeah, he was on board with that. “Sit down.”

He sat, watching me as I knelt between his legs. It reminded me of when I’d brought him home from the hospital. Except this time he wasn’t in excruciating pain.

At least I didn’t think so. “How’s your wrist?”

“Fine.”

I gave him a pointed look, and he huffed.

“Sore. It’s always fucking sore, but manageable.” He smiled, slow and dirty. “Especially if you’re about to take my mind off it.”

“I’ll do my best.”

He had joggers on, his go-to trousers for ease of access these days, and I suspected that was all he had on. I ran my hands up his thighs, the muscles firm under the soft material, and he groaned, shoving a hand under the waistband and palming his cock.

Yeah, definitely going commando.

“Hey,” I murmured, stroking my thumbs along the top of his thighs, waiting from him to look at me. “That’s my job. Hand off.”

Instead he grinned and pushed his joggers down as much as he could with one hand, so I could see what he was doing. Long fingers wrapped around the length of his dick, each lazy stroke making him harder as I watched.

He licked his lips, drawing the bottom one into his mouth, and I was torn between watching the hand on his dick or getting lost in the heat of his gaze. Both set my blood on fire, and I wanted to touch him so badly, to pin him against the sofa and fuck him hard.

But that could wait.

For now, I reached up and helped him out of his joggers, pulling them slowly down his legs and tossing them aside on the carpet.

Thighs were my kryptonite. Especially solid, toned, and hairy ones like Jasper’s, and I took a moment to appreciate how they felt under my palms. The soft hair tickled my skin as I slowly ran my hands up and down, getting higher with each pass.

He was still stroking his cock, slower now, as though waiting for me to take over any second. I looked up at him to find him watching me, eyes dark and full of a heat that made my toes curl and my jeans tight.

Without breaking eye contact, I knelt up and reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his. “Let me.”

With a slow smile, Jasper let go and settled back against the cushions.

I stroked him a few times, enjoying the weight of him in my hand, then leant forward and licked a stripe over the head of his cock. I grinned at his sharp intake of breath, loving the moan that followed as I slowly sucked him deep. Jasper wasn’t afraid of being vocal, and his sounds filled the room as I moved my mouth up and down his