Her brain still fuzzy with lust, she didn’t catch his meaning until he helped her off the table, only to spin her around and press her back down on the wooden surface, still warm from her body.
“Open.” He kicked her legs apart and held her down with his broad palm against her lower back.
And then he was inside her, driving deep in one fierce thrust, filling her so completely, her eyes watered at the delicious sensation.
“Oh God.” Arianne braced herself against the table, the worn cedar planks scraping over her hardened nipples and sending tiny darts of pain straight to her clit.
He took her exactly as he had promised. One hand twined through her hair, pulling her head back until she arched against him, the other on her hip, holding her still as he pounded into her with a raw animal need. Dirty, rough, and wild. His total control of her body sent her over the edge, and she let go, rapturous pleasure searing her veins.
“Jesus, Arianne. You feel like heaven.” He fucked her hard, driving her hips into the edge of the table with each forceful thrust. She’d never been so hot, never imagined she would be overcome by such a deep-seated visceral need to be taken, dominated.
And yet he was there for her even as his control cracked, angling himself to hit her most sensitive tissue, tugging her head to the side so he could kiss her even as he pumped deeper and harder inside her. “I’ve never been so hard. I want to sink into your pussy so deep, you can’t let me go.”
He grunted dirty words, filthy words, putting images in her head that sent her arousal spiraling out of control. Her back was slicked in sweat, every nerve alive with the erotic sensation of Jagger sliding over her skin. Finally she peaked, gripping the table when she climaxed, hard, fast, and with shocking intensity.
“Yes. Fuck. Squeeze me, sweetheart.” His fingers dug into her hips, making her eyes tear, and then he hammered her until he stiffened and came, his shaft thickening and pulsing inside her.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, as he collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his hands. “That was hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“What about last time?” Jagger panted his breaths against her back.
Arianne laughed. “Last time was good. This time was better.”
He pushed himself up, taking her with him, enfolding her in his body to beat away the chill. “Gimme a minute, and I’ll show you best.”
“Only a minute?”
Jagger clasped her hand and slid it down between them, folding her fingers around his semi-erect cock. “Maybe less than a minute.”
“Impressive.” She looked up at him over her shoulder, and he bent down to give her a kiss.
“You do that to me. Even if you’re across the room.”
He held her until even his warmth couldn’t beat away the chill. And then he reluctantly drew away, settling her on the bench as he gathered up their clothes.
She watched him as he dressed, drinking in his powerful thighs and the mouth-watering cuts of his hip bones, unaware of his intentions until he held out his hand.
“What about me?” Arianne pointed to her clothing bunched in his other hand.
“No point puttin’ on your clothes when all that’s going to happen when we get upstairs is me taking them off you.”
“Is that supposed to be romantic?”
Jagger chuckled. “No, sweetheart. It’s efficient. Also saves me from tearing your clothes to shreds ’cause I’m ready for you all over again.” He grabbed a blanket from the railing and wrapped it around her, then lifted her in his arms and walked across the porch.
“Um.” She tensed in his arms as he neared the front entrance. “How are we going to get upstairs without anyone seeing us?”
Jagger kicked the door open and stepped inside. “We won’t.”
FIFTEEN
Every member of the Sinner’s Tribe MC must ride an American bike.
The nightmare tormented her. Lucid dreaming, imprisoning her between sleep and wakefulness. Her heart pounded wildly as she tried to rouse herself, but her body was pinned to the bed, a heavy weight on top of her.
Can’t move. Can’t breathe. She heard a scream and realized it was her.
“Arianne.”
The weight disappeared. Free. She rolled out of bed, her stomach heaving. In the back of her mind, she knew that voice. Safe. Warm. Not Leo’s voice. But still she needed to get away.
Goose bumps pricked her skin, and she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her, quickly crossing the room until she reached the window. With one shove, she pushed it open and leaned out, breathing in the cool, crisp air.
“What’s wrong?” Jagger followed her to the window, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Just a nightmare.”
He brushed his hand over her cheek. “I was holding you. Was I holding too tight?”
She raised her gaze to meet his. “No. It’s not a big deal. Same nightmare I have all the time. I’ll be fine.”
“Tell me about it.”
Arianne bit her bottom lip. “I can’t.”
Hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face him. “I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”
Her tension eased under his firm grip. “I don’t need your help.”