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again while I'm standin' close enough to hear it, I'll probably hit him.” Jasper's hands curled into fists against Sarah's bottom. “I know you won't like it, but I might not be able to stop myself.”
Mirroring Jasper's hold on her, Sarah looked up into his eyes. “If Jace says something like that again, I'll haul off and slug him one myself before you get the chance.” She squeezed Jasper and wiggled against his front, reveling in his hard body riding so close to hers. “It makes my stomach feel like it has butterflies in it that you want to defend me, but I can take care of myself.”
“I believe you,” Jasper said. “Remember, I'm around some ladies at the ranch who could probably kick the butts of half the guys there, so I know you don't need protectin'.” Twin lines of blush swept his cheekbones. “I just feel it, though, kinda natural, with you.”
“And that's kind of nice to hear.” She lifted up on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his. “More than 'kind of' actually.”
Jasper's pupils flared, and he seared his mouth to hers, stealing every blessed thought from Sarah's mind. He kissed her with hot passion, turning her body until her back hit the open door and he had her sandwiched between him and the blue-painted wood. Sarah swept her tongue over Jasper's and licked at his teeth and the roof of his mouth, all the while rubbing against him and the erection she could feel growing against her stomach. Jasper shifted his head and slashed his mouth across hers, breathing moist air over her lips and into her mouth with every taste he took. He dug his fingers into her ass and lifted her up into a rough grinding of his cock, exciting her pussy with a wash of moisture right where she stood.
Sarah moaned, drowning quickly, but forced herself to tear her mouth from his and push him a few inches away. “You have to go to work.” Hooking her fingers in his front pockets, she kept Jasper close, even though she knew she needed to let him go. “I don't want you to get in trouble over me.”
Jasper put his forehead to hers as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes lit with gold sparks in the sea of hazel. “I know.” He closed the lapels of her robe for her and cinched the loosened terry cloth belt. “But I don't want to leave. Not today.”
“Come back tonight, if you can.” Selfishness quickly ate at Sarah's conscience. “Don't push if you're tired, though. I know how hard you work.”
“I won't be sleepin' if I'm at the bunkhouse anyway; I'm gonna be thinkin' of you.”
Sarah's heart fluttered at the natural, kind things Jasper always said to her.
Jasper lifted his head, and his gaze drifted behind her into her home. “You sure he's not gonna be such an asshole about my bein' here that I end up bustin' up your house in a fight?”
Jace . Sarah hadn't forgotten about him. He was always in her life, somehow. “I'll take care of Jace.” In more ways than one . “You're welcome here, Jas, just as you always have been. His liking or not liking of it has no bearing on the matter.”
“Okay.” Jasper nodded. “I'll try to call you before dinnertime, just to let you know if we're good, or if somethin' comes up at the ranch.” He kissed her cheek one more time and backed away. “Bye.”
“Bye.” Sarah watched her cowboy tread down the steps, enjoying the view just as much now as she had four years ago. Jasper had more hardness, more masculine edges today than he did back then, and she liked the maturity that had settled on him. Shoot, she hoped she had changed a bit since then, for the better too.
Jasper drove away with one last wave. Sarah stepped inside, closed the front door, and took a series of deep, even breaths as she walked back to the kitchen.
Jace was back in his seat at the table, and Sarah paused for a second to switch on the light before taking her normal place, to his right.
The benefit of proper lighting allowed Sarah to see Jace, and the sight of the haggard exhaustion taking over