Jasmine’s POV
I cannot believe I just did all of that.
Touching… feeling… mounting… gods.
Okay, technically it wasn’t everything — but it was a hell of a lot more than I’ve ever done before. Ever.
I’ve kissed two guys in my whole life. Two. One when I was thirteen — which didn’t count because he missed and kissed half my cheek. The second was after a high school dance when I was seventeen. His lips were chapped, and he tasted like grape soda. Again, didn’t count.
But this?
This was something entirely different. Deep. Real. Raw.
Laying beside him now — this man, this gorgeous, painfully sweet, absolutely delicious Alpha heir — my thigh still draped over his lap, his scent wrapped around me like a damn silk sheet — I could barely believe the way my body was still humming.
Raymond’s v
