At least not before him.
“Enough.” He slid his fingers from her pussy, then tugged her hand away. “I want to come inside you. I want to fuck you hard and fuck you deep and fuck you until you come all over my cock.”
Arianne groaned. “Now would be a good time. There’s a condom in my purse.”
Jagger stilled. “Why? You gotta man?”
“You’re asking me now if I have a man?” Her voice rose in pitch. “First, I’m leaving town, so why would I get involved? Second, it’s called safe sex. And if you haven’t heard of it, then this is as far as we go.”
A pained expression crossed his face—so fleeting, she wondered if she’d imagined it—and then he scowled. “I don’t share, Arianne. Anyone touches you, tries to lay claim to you, he’ll answer to me.”
Her lips curled in a bemused smile. “Lucky for you, I broke up with my last boyfriend months ago.”
“Lucky for him.”
Jagger retrieved the condom and sheathed himself, but when he returned, something had changed. He seemed pensive, brooding, and more intense than he had been moments ago, all traces of his good humor gone. And when he kissed her, his lips were hard, firm, unyielding, as if he had a message he couldn’t say in words.
“Jagger?” Was it the mention of other guys that was bothering him? The condom? Or was it the fact she was leaving town?
He lifted her, his fingers digging into her ass, his cock pressed against her sex. Arianne wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he backed her up against the wall.
“Say something,” she whispered.
Jagger bent down and drew her nipple between his teeth, sucking and nipping until she was writhing against him. His hand slid down, skimming over her clit to stroke along her folds.
“Are you ready for me?” There was an edge to his voice that made her heart skip a beat, and she briefly considered slowing things down, finding out the reasons for his sudden fierce intensity, but her core ached and her clit throbbed and she was close—so close, she could almost taste the oblivion of release.
“Yeah, baby. I’m ready for you.”
Jagger closed his eyes, buried his face in her neck, and groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. Just … fuck.”
Impatient, she shifted against him, levering herself up to position herself where she wanted him to go. Jagger took over in an instant, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.
“Relax for me.”
She gritted her teeth and locked her legs around his hips, forcing him in farther. “Relaxing is not what I want to do right now. It’s been a while, but I’m not going to break.”
With a low moan, he thrust inside her, his size, the sense of fullness, the erotic sensation of being stretched to the point of discomfort so intense she shuddered with desire.
“You promised me hard and fast.” Her breaths came in short pants and Jagger gave her a slow, sensual smile.
“Yes, I did.”
Then he lifted her and thrust in deep, withdrawing and then pounding into her sending her arousal skyrocketing. When Arianne moaned, he slid one hand between them and spread her moisture up and around her clit. Awash with sensation, the tang of his blood on her tongue, she was totally unprepared when he pinched her clit and sent her over the edge.
Her orgasm hit in a fierce, violent wave of intensity, crashing through her body and rippling out to her fingers and toes. As she throbbed and pulsed around him, Jagger hammered into her, finally coming with a roar, the heated jerks of his cock against her sensitive inner walls sending a shock wave through her body as she writhed against him.
“I think we skipped numbers one and two from your list and jumped to number three.” She leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her chest, as she came down from the ride.
“Lots of time for one and two,” he murmured.
“But—”
Jagger pulled away abruptly before she could tell him again she was leaving, easing her to the floor before he went to dispose of the condom. By the time he returned, Arianne had put on her clothes and hidden her torn panties in the pocket of her coveralls. She ran her hands through her hair, smoothing down the loose strands. Why was he being so cold?
His eyes hardened when he saw her dressed. Without a word, he tugged on his jeans and reached for his shirt.
“Jagger? What’s wrong?”
He looked back over his shoulder and yanked on his shirt, heedless of the laceration on his chest. “You’re mine,” he said simply.
“Okay.”
“Not okay.” Jagger whirled to face her, then closed the distance between them in two long strides. “You don’t get it.”
The skin on the back of her neck prickled in warning, but she pushed on. “Then explain it to me.”