Jasper burnt about half of the pancakes, but it was still more than enough. He tended to go overboard when he cooked. Especially breakfast. We sat on the couch afterwards, my head on his lap.

"How's that hangover?" He asked gently, running his fingers through my hair. "Do you want me to get you some more aspirin?"

"No, I'm fine." I said with a heavy sigh, not really looking at anything.

"You're a horrible actress." He said as he pulled me up into his lap. His long strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "No."

"What can I do to make you feel better?" Jasper asked, his intense blue eyes looking deeply into mine.

I turned in his lap and straddled his waist. I pressed my body against his, just wanted to feel his body heat. "Kiss me."

"Are you sure?" He asked as his hands rubbed up and down my back. "I mean I want to kiss you, but are you sure you want to after-"

I smashed my mouth to his, keeping from finishing that conversation. His fingers wound into my hair, urging me on. His chest was still bare, and completely delicious. I leaned down and began to lick and kiss, covering his shoulders

He moaned softly, lifting his hips a little bit so that he rubbed against me. I could tell he wanted more of me, and I was going to give it to him. "Does that feel good?" I licked my way down his stomach, sliding to my knees.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled, his eyes half closed and full of lust and desire.

I ran my nose along the slightly curly blond hair below his belly button, all the while my fingers working the button on his jeans. "You can't figure it out on your own?" I asked in a playful way, smiling up at him.

"I have a few ideas."

When I released him from his pants he was already hard. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which was rather sexy. Last night, when we were together I was drunk and I didn't really realize the sheer size of him. I blushed when I saw it. Taking in a large breath, licking my lips in preparation, and lowered my mouth onto his massive length. He groaned loudly as I moved all the way down, taking as much into my mouth as I could.

I attacked him with a vigor that could probably be equated to a starving person who hasn't eaten in weeks going after a pizza. I guess I was in a way though. I was sexually starving. I need to fill myself with him, and be filled by him in every way.

"Good Lord," Jasper panted, almost sounding if he was praying. His hands knotted with my hair, not forcing me down, but guiding me gently.

His phone rang and he growled loudly. It wasn't a civilized noise. "Are you going to answer that?" I asked playfully, coming up once to lick the tip of his head.

"I-It's work... ah... so I should." He panted out, his eyes closed. "But, I can't do it while you're doing that."

I pouted a little bit, giving him a quick kiss before lifting from my knees. He shifted quickly, reaching his hand into his pocket to answer the phone.

I knew it was cruel, and that this was torture, but a switch flipped on inside of me. There was nothing that could turn it off now. He started to talk into the phone, his eyes never leaving me. I slipped out of the shirt and tossed it to the floor. I hadn't bothered with a bra today. The crystal blue orbs went wide and his mouth dropped open.

I slid onto his lap, making sure to press my breasts close to his face. "Uh... what do you need? I'm kind of busy here." He stuttered into the phone.

I couldn't help but giggle as I lowered my mouth to his neck, attacking it with little nips and kisses. He pulled the phone away from his ear and growled into my hair. "Darlin, if you don't stop it I'm going to make you scream."

"Then why would I stop?" I whispered into his ear, tugging on it.

He groaned, bringing the phone back up again. "What? Sorry, lost the connection for a minute. Tonight? Why? Dammit, isn't there anyone else? Alright, alright! Fine. I'll be there at six."

"What's the matter?"

"The new bartender just quit and they need someone to cover his shift tonight."

I looked over at the clock. It was already two in the afternoon. We had slept till almost noon. I frowned and sighed. "I don't want you to go."

"Trust me, I don't want to go either. I have a few things I'd like to do tonight" He informed me as he readjusted me on his lap. "But, I need to take a shower, and wash some work clothes or I'm going to go work buck ass naked."

I giggled, licking his ear again. He groaned, probably already knowing my thoughts. He lowered his face into my chest, resting his face against it. "Would you make better tips if you went in the nude?"

"Isabella Marie, you are wild." He muttered against my chest.

"Only around you." I quickly quipped, playing with his long blond hair. "Come on, lets go get your laundry done."

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After he gathered his stuff up, we headed to the laundry room. Once I had recovered my shirt anyway. That took a few minutes. I wasn't sure what had come over me in the past twenty four hours. Edward was so controlled and collected about everything. Jasper was so different. He had more of a wild spirit. I wanted it, even just a little bit of it, to rub off on me. I had been nothing but contained for the past two years. I wanted to have a little fun.

"So, do you know why he quit?" I asked as I followed behind Jasper with the washing powder in my arms.

"First time bartender. It can be overwhelming. You have to have the right personality for it or you freak." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

He tossed the basket to the floor, taking an open washer. I hopped on the one next to it, crossing my ankles. He was so careful and neat about the things he did. He measured everything out carefully before turning on the water.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" I said, swinging my crossed ankles, leaning back on my hands.

"Anything, sugar." He said absently, tossing a few pairs of black jeans and the black button down shirts that were the uniform for the place we worked at.

"Why are you a bartender?" It always been a question that had pressed on me. I knew he had a bachelors in psychology. But, he never did anything with it. I wasn't trying to offend him or anything, but he knew why I did what I did. I was a waitress to get myself through school. I had just received my bachelors in English and was going to work on getting a masters in Education. I needed to take a break though. Just a semester. We'd been working at the same place for about a year now. It more than paid for the bills for me.

He put the top down and leaned against the machine. "My momma has asked me the same thing. To get anything worth while I'd have to get a masters, and probably a PH.D or something like that. A bartender is a therapist without the malpractice insurance."

"Not to mention that you have women-and men- that come in just to see you." I teased him, pushing him with my foot.

He laughed. "I know I make more than what I could get in my field right now. By a lot. I'm good at what I do. I put on a bit of a show."

"Oh, I thought it had to do with those baby blues, blond hair, and the six pack. Silly me. Must be for the show and good advice."

He rolled his eyes and moved over in front of me. "You've been lookin or something, darlin?"

"Maybe a little..." I mumbled, blushing a little bit. His intense gaze made me melt. He cracked a large grin and gripped my waist, helping me down.

"Come on, I've got to take a shower."

I chewed on my bottom lip all the way back to the apartment. I wanted to be bolder. I wanted to be a little more take charge. I wasn't a little girl anymore. As the front door closed I made up my mind. I slipped my shirt off, not turning to look at Jasper. I wiggled out of my shorts, and threw them behind me, purposely trying to hit Jasper with him. "Mind if I join you in the shower?" I asked casually.

"Yes, please." He said in a tone that could only be described as appraising. I walked to the shared bathroom, being very careful not to look into the mirror. I flicked on the radio that we kept in there. One of Jasper's CDs was in it. I would have always pegged him for a southern rock kind of guy, or even country, but he had a wide range.

"What's this?"

"Ah, let's see... Cruel Intentions soundtrack." I lifted an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. Good songs." He defended quickly.

I giggled. "I'm not teasing you. It just doesn't seem like something you'd listen to."

He shrugged his shoulders, but I had a hard time focusing on his chest. He was standing in front of me, completely nude. My body was instantly attracted to his, pulling me towards him. I glided my hands up his chest, and down his arms, kissing his pecks lightly.

Jasper moaned softly, wrapping one arm around my waist. With one hand he blindly groped for the shower door. He pushed it a bit more forcefully than he needed to, but that didn't seem to stop him. As he took a step backwards, I went with him, my hands massaging his slender hips. I nipped at his chest playfully, grinning the entire time.

"Honey, stop that for a second. I don't want us to be burnt or frozen." He said in a breathless voice. I complied, biting my lip as I watched him bend over to adjust the water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he came back up and grabbed my waist. One of his hands was slightly wet with cool water. He slid it from my waist, up my front, and to my breasts, leave a trail of goosebumps in it's wake. His thumb grazed my nipple, causing it to harden. I moaned softly, leaning my head back. He bent his head to my chest, kissing it lightly over and over again. His other hand went to my back, holding me close to him. "The water is hot." He whispered against my chest.

I nodded and stepped into the shower, making room for him. He came in after me. Watching the water flow down his chest and down the perfect V of his hips was beyond delicious. I knew I was panting, and I haven't even done anything to him yet.

We stood there for a long minute, simply staring at each other. He was breathing like me, I noticed. I don't know who snapped first, but our bodies crashed together, arms snaking around each other. Our mouths molded to one another with one of the most intense kisses I have ever received. His hands slipped to the back of my thighs, lifting me up off the ground. My legs instantly around his waist as he pressed me against the cold tile. "Jasper, I want you." I moaned loudly, pressing my hot wet center against his hard length.

He growled against neck, which he attacked with passion, but he didn't give me what I really wanted. I ground my hips against his, trying to relieve build up. "Please..." I panted, begging.

"Bella, I want to. But, don't you think we need protection?" He said, slowing his kisses.

"I don't care. I just want to feel you inside of me."

He groaned at my words, carefully letting me down to my feet. "But, honey, I do care. I care about you."

I pouted, but nodded. He was right and I was being foolish. I lowered my face, looking at anything but him. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to his. He didn't say anything though, but instead he kissed me lightly on the lips. The kisses were soft, gentle, but not pressing like earlier. Between each kiss he would pull away and touch my face, or my hair, before doing it again.

"I never want to see you sad again." He whispered in my ear softly before kissing it.

"You're too sweet." I said, blushing.

He shook his head. "I just want to see you happy. I want you to feel good." Jasper pulled away, running his right hand down my side, his eyes appraising me in a very intimate way. "Can I make you feel good?"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly, feeling flustered by his sensual words. Slowly his lips descended on mine as his hand went between my legs. Gently he pressed one of his fingers inside of me. My breathing hitched at the sensation. His every movement was gentle, and slow. It was almost overwhelming the difference between this and a few minutes ago. Another finger was added and the twisting and curling of his long thin fingers were doing amazing things to me. It wasn't enough to throw me over the edge, but it was heavenly.

I took in a deep, ragged, breath as I moved my fingers to the back of his head. When his fingers moved out of me I whimpered at the sweet loss. With a single one of his fingers he began to do something to me that had never been done before. He began to tap on the sensitive bundle of nerves like it was a button almost. It was beyond surprising. My breathing picked up, my chest heaving.

Jasper rolled his tongue slowly down my shoulder to my breast. Lapping at my nipple slowly, careful to make sure that every inch of me was covered with his mouth. The orgasm that overtook me shook my body. I wasn't expecting it all. The hot liquid gushed from my body, sliding down my legs, but he didn't Jasper didn't stop. If anything, he picked up the pace.

"Oh... oh... oh..." I panted out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

"Sweetheart, let go. I've got you." Jasper breathed against my neck as the hand that I had forgotten about gripped my back tighter.

His words washed over me, making me feel loved and desired. It was too much. My release came, shoving me over the edge of a peak I'd never climbed before. I collapsed against his solid chest, clutching at his shoulders. As the aftershocks ended, he brought his other hand to my back, rubbing it gingerly. Lightly, his lips caressed the top of my head.

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I tried to return the favor, but he wouldn't let me. He said he could feel my happiness and that's all he needed. Jasper always knew what to say and how to say it. It was a wonder that he was single. After a getting cleaned up and dressed we headed to the laundry room. I don't know why I went along. I just liked being in his company.

I sat on the same washer as before, watching him with fascination. Why was he single? Why had he and Alice broken up? They seemed like the perfect couple at the time. Neither talked about, but I was curious. But, I wasn't comfortable enough with our new found relationship yet to ask. I didn't want to upset him.

At that moment Alice decided to bounce into the laundry room, literally. She lived a floor above, and had her own washing machine, so I was surprised to see her. I also felt flustered. How would she react to me being with him?

"Hey! I just went to your apartment! No wonder no one answered." She said as she danced to the vending machine. She popped in a dollar and bought a sprite. "You guys want to go the movies or something tonight? I'm bored."

"Actually, I have to work." Jasper informed her as he inserted the coins for the dryer.

"What about you Bella? We hardly get to see each other anymore between work and Edward." She said brightly.

"That'll change..." I mumbled under my breath. Of course Alice caught it.

"What?"

"Uh, I think I'll head up to the apartment to let you ladies talk." Jasper said a bit sheepishly. He came over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Hey! Where are my kisses?" Alice said playfully, tilting her head to the side.

He walked over and gave her a playful peck on the cheek. As she walked past she slapped him hard on the backside. He literally squeaked and I couldn't help but laugh. He turned around, blushing. "I'll see you girls later."

"So, what did you mean when you said that was going to change?" She pounced on me as soon as Jasper left.

"Edward and I broke up last night."

"Oh, my god! Why didn't you call me?" She cried. "I would have come over with liquor, chocolate, and tissues!"

I laughed at her dramatic reaction. "Actually, Jasper helped a lot."

"Yeah, he has a good shoulder to lean on. So, what now?" She asked.

"I don't know. I kind of feel... free now. Edward was so restricting." I shrugged. "I mean, I feel upset but you know I thought if it ever happened I would be bed ridden for days..."

"I know exactly what you need!" She said, clapping her hands together. "A shopping trip and why don't we visit Jazz at work?"

"Alice... I don't know... " I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair.

"Trust me!" She grinned wickedly.

More lemony happiness. Not full out, but close. Jasper is beyond sexy. Don't you think

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