He tilted my head slightly to the right as his lips found my neck. He began trailing wet kisses all up and down, sending shudders through me.

"Jas…per," I purred. He smiled but did not stop his actions. I felt his tongue follow, taking lavish licks, tasting my scent. He shuddered as he breathed me in.

I ran my hands through his short blond hair, eliciting a moan from him. I smiled as he moved to the other side of my neck, sucking hard. I willed my eyes to not cross.

"The things you do to me, Alice," he breathed.

I sighed as his ministrations continued. Keeping one hand in his hair, I ran my left one slowly down his face, gently cupping his cheek. I pulled my neck away from his lips and replaced it with my mouth.

His tongue immediately sought entrance and I granted it. We did a delicate fight for dominance as our tongues mingled. Tilting my head to get better access, he pressed me impossibly closer against him.

I never want to stop kissing him.

I felt something hard against my abdomen. My golden eyes flew open.

Now, I may be naïve about sex, being a virgin and all, but I do know some things. And right now, I knew that what was pressing into me was not his keys.

I pulled back slowly, surprised. My face was flushed and I could feel a slight sting at my neck. He opened his eyes, looking at me intently.

His black eyes.

We had hunted earlier that evening, so I knew the color wasn't due to smelling blood. Or due to hunger. Well, not that hunger.

"Alice?" he asked softly.

I continued to run my fingers through his hair, watching his eyelids flutter close. His breathing was ragged.

"You're…you're…." I couldn't get the words out. He opened his eyes again. Desire evident in them.

"Yes?" he asked. He shifted under me, pressing the hardness once again against my abdomen.

I gently placed my hand over his erection, unable to say anything.

He chuckled and moved a strand of hair from my face. "Why are you surprised?" His Texas drawl did things to my insides.

"I…I just…."

Dammit Alice! I turned my head away, embarrassed.

He gently cupped my chin and brought my eyes back to him. The black had faded to a charcoal gray. He was still hard underneath me.

"Talk to me, Alice."

I took a deep breath. "I didn't know you wanted me that way." I looked down. "I didn't know that you were aroused by me."

His hand moved from my chin to my cheek. He stroked it lightly. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? You're breathtaking."

"Maria," I said.

His eyes widened.

I knew he had been with Maria previously when he was down in Texas. She intimidated me. She was so beautiful, so smart, so skilled. She knew what she wanted and she went after it. She created Jasper; it was no wonder he was attracted to her.

And who the hell am I? Just a strange vegetarian pixie vampire. One who's a virgin. One who has NO idea what she's doing and can't even begin to fathom how to please him. One who approached him in a diner one day, telling him he was my future. He probably thinks I'm a nut job.

"Maria?" he repeated. He slowly sat up on the couch, taking me with him.

I nodded. "She was your first, Jazz. She's so beautiful and powerful. I'm sure she did things to you that I'll never be able to top." I climbed off of him, standing up by the couch. I turned to walk away, needing space.

Before I could say anymore, he reached out and grabbed my hand. He tugged me back down, looking into my gold eyes. His were still gray, but there was a fire in them now.

"Alice," he said slowly, accenting the Texas drawl. "You shouldn't compare yourself to her. It's like apples and oranges. Yes, she's beautiful but she's a killer. She used me, made me her puppet." He pushed the sleeves of his sweater up. "You've seen the scars."

"But I don't know what I'm doing," I said, as I gently ran a hand over his arm. His eyes closed at the sensation. "She's experienced and knows how to please you. I don't."

He sighed and opened his eyes. "You do please me, Alice." He gestured downwards. "Quite effectively, I might add." Although not as prominent now, there was still a bulge in his jeans. A large one.

I chuckled.

Jasper placed his hand against my cheek. "There is nothing to be shy or embarrassed about, Alice. It is not a competition."

I leaned into his touch. He grazed my check with his thumb. "But it is," I said quietly. "She knows what to do, and I don't. She knows how to touch a man and make him squirm." I looked into his eyes. "I don't. And it makes me jealous that she was able to do that to you. What if I do something wrong? You'll be thinking of her, wishing you were with her." If I could shed tears, I would.

"Alice," he said firmly but not unkindly. "There is no competition. I don't want her. Yes, we had sex when I was working for her down in Texas. But you know what?"

I shook my head. He continued stroking my cheek. "There was no connection. It was simply about pleasure, our own pleasure. I didn't care if she got off; I just chased mine."

I raised an eyebrow at what he said.

His hand moved and gently rested at my neck. "We have a connection, Alice. I came alive, so to speak, when I met you. Sex with Maria was hollow, unfulfilling. But you," he paused and looked me over, his eyes roaming every inch of my body.

"Yes?" I said nervously.

"You I want to please. What we were doing, just a few minutes ago, was more exciting and more arousing to me than anytime I was with her. Foreplay didn't enter into it with Maria. It was usually a quick pump and dump." I choked on what he said. He shrugged.

"We have a bond, Alice. And that is more important, more exciting, more sensual than anything we ever did. I will do everything I can to prove that to you."

I looked into his eyes. He spoke the truth. "What if I do something wrong?"

Jasper shook his head. "You won't. Your instincts take over. You know what to do, just subconsciously. And I will be happy to teach you." He waggled his eyebrows at me.

I laughed and gently shoved him. He pulled me tightly against him again. I saw him warring with himself with his eyes. As though he should say something, but was unsure.

I tilted my head. "What is it, Jazz?"

He pressed a gentle kiss against my lips, decision made. "I love you," he said softly.

I gasped and pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes shone love and desire back.

"Really?" I asked with a smile on my face.

He nodded. "That is how I know sex with you will be great. We have an emotional connection, along with physical." Another soft kiss. "I never had that with Maria."

His next words stunned me.

"I never loved her."

I had always assumed he had. Here he was, the gorgeous Jasper Whitlock, with me. He could have any girl he wanted. Yes, I had a vision of him that showed me he was my future, but my visions are subjective. They can change. What if I had been wrong? What if Maria came back? What if he didn't want me? What if after we sleep together, he still doesn't? What if he realizes I'm just an inexperienced pixie, one who could never make him happy?

He could feel my apprehension and sent some calm my way. I sighed.

"I always assumed you did."

Jasper sighed now and ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I've felt your insecurity about her. I don't mention her much, unless I have to, because she is a blip on my radar. She made me, yes. We had a relationship, yes. But Alice…."

I looked at him.

"You saved me. You saved me from myself. You have been here through my struggle to become a vegetarian. You don't judge me when I slip up. You have been here for me when the guilt of what I've done becomes too much. You hold me, you comfort me. You set my cold, dead body on fire. You made me better. You are my savior, Alice."

He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear.

"That is why I fell in love with you. And why I always will."

I crashed my lips to his after he said that. He returned in kind, cradling my head with his right hand while his left tightened around my waist. His tongue sought entrance and I immediately granted it, sighing into his mouth. I let his scent envelope me.

Leather, pine, and…

Apricots?

Our breaths mingled as the kisses continued. He laid back down on the couch, bringing me with him. I wound my hands in his hair once again, earning another growl, as the kisses quickly became heated. He nipped at my lower lip, his teeth slightly tearing the skin. I licked the back of his teeth and his movements faltered, though he didn't stop. Then the pressure of his lips increased. It was as though he was trying to devour me. And I was letting him.

Jasper Whitlock wants ME.

It was still hard to digest.

Slowly, his left hand left my waist and traveled north. I was so lost in the sensations of us, the passion we both felt (and I know he was pushing some my way), that it took me a moment when it found purchase on my right breast. He squeezed gently, earning a yelp from me.

He smiled as he broke the kiss, moving to my jawline and leaving feather light kisses all down to my chin, repeating the movement on the other side.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt and looked at me, asking permission. Nodding, he ripped it and threw it across the room, exposing my upper half to him.

His eyes dropped down, revealing my bra to him. He groaned.

"Red, Alice? Really?"

I chuckled. "What's wrong with red?"

This time, both his hands gripped my breasts. I felt my nipples perk up under the lace. I arched my back.

Jasper dropped his mouth to my sternum, kissing his way down.

"The red against your alabaster skin does things to me," he said softly. "Things that a southern gentleman shouldn't be thinking."

"I think we're a little late for that."

"Indeed," he said with a growl.

I swear his dick grew harder as more skin was revealed. I wanted to feel him, so I rubbed against him, causing more friction. He hissed. I did it again. He pulled me against him again, leaving no room for anything.

"Feel me," he said quietly. "This is because of you, Alice. I'm hard because of you."

My right hand left his hair and traveled south, placing it where his dead heart lay. I pressed firmly against his chest, feeling his breathing increase as he squeezed my breast again, harder this time. I moaned.

"My dead heart is yours," he whispered in my ear, sticking his tongue out and gently tracing the curve of it.

Forcing myself to pull away for a second, I kept my right hand over his heart. My left dropped to his shoulder.

Looking him directly in the eyes, I said what I never thought I'd get to say.

"I love you back."

His eyes widening at my words, he kissed me again, fiercely this time. In one swift movement, he flipped us, me now laying on the cushions, as he straddled me on the couch; pressing his erection against my leg, hard. He attacked my neck with force as his hands roamed every inch of my body. He hitched my right leg over his left one, bringing me closer to him.

The feelings coursing through me were insane. I could feel his passion, along with mine. My cold body was on fire.

"Jazz," I said softly.

He hummed, his lips never leaving my neck. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation.

I didn't want to go all the way tonight; I had a lot to think about.

Jasper told me he loved me. Jasper Whitlock. I had a vision of him. I knew he was my soulmate, but to hear him say the words I longed to hear solidified us. Vampires don't fall in love often. If he didn't love Maria, which he says he didn't and I believe him, then that means we are real. We are true.

A vision came then, the most inopportune time. It was of a bed, destroyed. We were lying in it, not caring about the damage done.

"How far are you wanting to take this, Alice?" he whispered, lips still at my neck. Erection still rock hard against me.

I couldn't speak for a minute, my neck on fire from his heated kisses. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to regulate my breathing.

He pulled back.

"Alice?"

I opened my eyes, looking into his black ones.

"I'm sorry."

He ran a hand over my cheek. "Nothing to apologize for, love." His Texas accent dripped in his words, making me wetter than what I was.

"I…I had a vision just now."

He raised an eyebrow. I held his hand in place over my cheek, gently running my finger up and down his hand. "It was of a broken bed. We were in it."

He sputtered, then chuckled.

"Really?"

I nodded.

With a smirk, he said "well, I guess that answers your question."

I looked at him. My finger continued its trek of his hand.

"If you saw a vision of us in a broken bed, then that means we have a good time. That means we both enjoy ourselves, and both are pleased." He kissed me gently, rubbing his erection against me once more. "You'll see, Alice. You'll see that your worries are unfounded."

I shrugged, still unsure. He sighed.

"Alright then," he said. "I will make it my goal that when we do have sex, which I think is coming up fast, that the bed and any other furniture in the room doesn't survive."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Vampire sex is intense."

I nodded. I knew that.

"I know. And I'm an inexperienced vampire. So it's going to be daunting."

Jasper nodded.

"I'll try and be gentle, Alice. But I can't guarantee it. I want you too much." His black eyes darkened even more. How that was possible, I don't know. But they did. He pushed arousal towards me, and I saw him pounding into me with force at the moment the bed breaks.

I looked down at his erection, straining against his jeans. It was large and prominent. I gulped some venom back.

Sex with a vampire may actually kill me.

He leaned forward and whispered to me. "I will guarantee that afterwards, you won't be able to walk." He kissed my lips. "And your vision will be complete." Another kiss, stronger this time. "I will be one percent yours." He kissed me long and slow, our tongues mingling. "You already have my heart. Have me, Alice. All of me."

Jasper removed his hand and taking mine, placed it over the clothed erection. I gasped again, still amazed at the size, and then cupped him. His eyes fluttered closed.

"I'll do everything I can to please you, Alice. Believe me, I want to. I've been wanting this for a long time." He opened them back up. "I love you."

With my hand still over his erection, I felt him harden even more.

No, scratch that. Sex with JASPER WHITLOCK may actually kill me.