“I wanted you when there was a knife at your throat and you showed more courage than most of the men I know.”
She whimpered as he licked and sucked, drawing her nipple into a hard peak before he turned to torture the other one. And although she ached to touch him, run her hands over the broad expanse of his back, undo his belt and hold the promise she’d felt beneath her palm, she let him take the lead. She’d pushed him as far as he would go. A man like Jagger needed to be in control, and she had the power to give it to him.
“Damn it, Arianne. Every time I see you, I want you. Every time you smile, you take my breath away. Every time you laugh, all I can think about is how to make you laugh again.”
And, oh God, did he take control. Helpless in a way she’d never been before, Arianne succumbed to Jagger’s touch. Her knees trembled when he undid her jeans and then helped her to her feet so he could pull them over her hips. With a soft exhale, he traced his finger up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh to the edge of her lacy pink panties.
“Never would have thought I’d see these under your leathers.” He ran his finger inside the soft elastic edging. “Makes me fucking hot to think you’re hiding a soft, girly side.”
She leaned up to lick his Adam’s apple and shuddered as his taste burst across her tongue, salt and sweat and the essence of him. “I’m hiding something else.” She guided his hand up to the top of her panties, tracing his finger along the edge of elastic, just above her mound.
Jagger gave a satisfied grunt and eased her legs apart. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
Heart pounding, she did as he asked, following the firm press of his hands on her inner thighs until he grunted in satisfaction. But when he cupped the curve of her sex, she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“So fucking hot.” With a firm touch, he shoved her panties aside and slid his thick finger along her soaked folds, then thrust it into her throbbing center. Her inner walls clenched around him and it was all she could do to stay standing.
Need him now.
Hand dropping to Jagger’s belt, Arianne managed to get the buckle undone before he shook his head and pulled away, leaving her bereft.
“That’s the only thing stopping me from taking you right now. Hard and fast. One hand in your hair so I can watch your back arch and your beautiful breasts riding high, and one hand on your hip so I can fuck you so deep and hard you won’t be able to leave my bed after we’re done. I wanna pleasure you slow, sweetheart. I wanna watch you come. But if you go any further, that’s just not gonna happen.”
Without taking her gaze off his, Arianne ripped open his fly.
Good as his word, there was no more foreplay. He swung her up in his arms and carried her to the shadowed corner of the porch, then settled her on the edge of the cedar patio table. And with one quick motion, he shoved his jeans over his hips.
Arianne’s mouth went dry as his erection, engorged and heavy, strained for her touch. Impulses warred within her. She wanted to grip him hard and run her tongue along his length. She wanted him to thrust his shaft inside her, soothing the ache in her sex. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wrap her lips around him and suck until he lost control.
Focus.
She stroked down and then up, watching him thicken in her hand as she bent her head and licked her lips.
“Christ, sweetheart.” He groaned as he fumbled in his pocket. “Gimme a break.”
“I hope you’re reaching for a condom.” Her words came out in a throaty rasp. “I only carry them when I’m trawling the bars, looking for a good time.”
Jagger glared. “No. Just. No. Don’t—”
Arianne laughed lightly and drew him closer. “Just teasing.”
His lips curved into a sly smile and he slid another finger through her wetness and then up and around her throbbing nub. Arianne moaned and tilted her hips, trying to get more of the pleasure he offered, but Jagger just grinned and pulled away.
“Just teasing.”
“Beast.” Arianne slapped at his chest and Jagger grabbed her wrist, trapping her hand against his tat. “Next time, I’m gonna restrain you. Hold you down so you can do nothing but feel me, take the pleasure I want to give.”
Fear and arousal blended into a cocktail of desire so potent, she could no longer keep hold of the threads of rational thought. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Jagger’s eyes darkened.
“Maybe I’ll do it now.” He released her hand and tugged off his belt with a sharp crack. “Hands over your head.”
Memories assailed her. Leo whipping off his belt, kneeling astride her on the bed as he wound the cold leather around her wrists … Adrenaline spiked through her veins and she threw up her hands in a warding gesture, her voice rising in pitch. “No.”