Fucking irresistible.
Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his own. Soft. Sweet. Her lips parted and he swept his tongue inside, tasting, exploring, feeding the desire that even now threatened to overwhelm him. Arianne softened against him, her tongue tangling with his as she returned his kiss with a passion he wanted desperately to unleash.
But not here. Not now. The brothers would be waiting for them. But more than that, he wanted to savor her, strip off her clothes until she lay naked and trembling beneath him. His for the taking.
Just a taste.
Deepening the kiss, he cupped her breast and let the soft weight settle in his palm. He kneaded her soft flesh and she moaned, a soft guttural sound that made his cock throb.
“So fucking sexy.” He broke away and feathered kisses along her jaw and down the slender column of her neck, delighted when her head dropped to the side to give him better access. She tasted of sunshine and flowers, perfumed with sex and sin.
“You ever fuck on your bike, Jagger?” The throaty rasp of her voice slid through his body like a silken ribbon, tying itself around his cock until he had to grit his teeth against the pain. Wary of the soft press of her hips against his thighs and the potential for a touch that might set him off, he cupped the back of her head with his hand, holding her still. Then he kissed and licked with abandon, as images of her naked and straddling his lap assailed his mind.
Get a fucking grip. He was goddamn MC president, not a horny teenager at a drive-through. And yet he couldn’t remember ever being so hard or wanting a woman as much as he wanted Arianne right now.
“When I fuck you the first time, sweetheart,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck, “we’re gonna need a bed, ’cause I want to take it slow. So slow that by the time I slide my cock inside you, there won’t be an inch of your body I haven’t claimed. And when I make you come, you’ll be so fucking wet and ready, you’re gonna scream my name.” He pulled away and fisted her hair, testing her response to his dominance. “I want to hear that scream, Arianne.”
She groaned and her head fell back, exposing the delectable hollow at the base of her throat. Jagger kissed her lightly, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse against his lips. Aroused. Like him.
“Tease.”
“Fact,” he said, although he had serious doubts he’d be able to hold out long enough to do what he’d said.
“What about the second time?” She licked her lips, not submitting to his hold, but not fighting it either. How far would she let him go?
“The second time, you’ll be on your knees and I’m gonna watch those sweet lips slide up and down my cock.”
She slid her hands up his chest, twining them around his neck. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, Mr. President.”
“Dirty mouth for a dirty girl.”
Arianne laughed. “You think I’m a dirty girl?”
He traced his finger down her throat to the V of her shirt, then tugged the garment, exposing the crescent of her breasts. “You’re here with me. Wantin’ to fuck on my bike. Makes you a dirty girl.”
She leaned up and nuzzled his neck. “I think you like dirty girls.”
“The third time,” he said, reluctant to admit to having any feelings for her beyond lust, “I’ll give it to you the way you want it.”
Arianne stilled. “Hard?”
“Very hard.”
“Hot?”
“Scorching.”
“Wild?”
His pulse kicked up a notch. Jesus Christ. He had to get things under control or he’d be ripping off her clothes and giving her “wild” over the back of his bike. “We gotta go.” He gritted his teeth as he pulled away. “Boys will be wondering what happened to us, and with the Jacks and Axle on the road, they’ll come looking.”
“Too bad.” She leaned against him, her cheek pressed against his chest. “I never fucked on a bike before.”
He had no idea how he managed to start the engine after she switched back to the pillion seat, and when his bike roared to life and Arianne firmed her grip, he decided even a run through enemy fire would have been easier to endure. He shifted uncomfortably as they pulled out onto the road, self-adjustment out of the question. Served him right. Although when he contemplated the distance he would have to ride and then walk before he could hit a cold shower, the punishment seemed disproportionate to the crime.
As if sensing his discomfort, Arianne lowered her hands until they dangled below his belt. He glanced at his mirror, hoping for some telltale sign that would let him know if she was purposely torturing him or unaware of the situation, but she ducked her head behind his back, depriving him of even that small pleasure.