Turning around in his arms, I kiss him – hard – my fingers tangling in his hair.
I fumble behind me, trying to lock the door. Edward reaches around without breaking our connection and flicks the lock. Satisfied that we won't be disturbed, I begin to move us to our room.
When he bumps into the wall, I push up against him, my lips finding their way to his ear.
"What about you? I don't much like the idea of anyone having touched you before, either. Hate that someone else knows how you look, how you sound… and feel when you come."
Monday, July 4, 2011
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Ohhh possessive Jasper too. This is getting interesting.
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