Chapter FIVE
Jagger smiled at her. He couldn’t help it. Something about this woman made him fall in love with her all over again. He knew he should be cautious, but for tonight, just for tonight, he wanted to throw it all away and be with her. He knelt in beside her, his lips inches from hers.
“Come upstairs with me.”
She wanted to punch him. After all this time he thought she would just willingly crawl back into bed with him? It wasn’t what she wanted, but now she had the opportunity to finally close this case. She couldn’t pass that up. She would need to go upstairs with him. David would agree. She was doing this for the job.
“Okay.” She whispered.
He scooped her up into his powerful arms and carried her up to the next floor. He didn’t take his eyes off her once. He pushed open the door to his private suite. Britton had never been up here. She knew the casino was inside a hotel, but had never ventured off the gaming floor. She wanted to look around, to get a better idea of her surroundings, but she needed to make her desire for him seem believable. She let out a small yelp as he tossed her onto the bed. She thought to herself, okay, this will be quick, and then I can look around after he falls asleep.
She expected him to jump on top of her and start to rip off her clothes. She forgot what it was like to be with him. Jagger wanted to do just that. He had a very difficult time talking himself into taking it slow with her. He wanted to remind her of what she was missing all these years. He wanted her to return the passion they had shared so many years before. He wanted her to forget David, whoever he was.
Britton closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The light behind her eyes disappeared and she knew he was standing over her.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“You threw me on the bed.”
“Yeah, because it’s soft. Sit up.”
She did as she was told. He bent down in front of her, putting his hands on either side of her thighs.
“I just want to look at you.”
No, she couldn’t handle this. She needed him to simply take her. She didn’t want love. She didn’t want passion. She wanted meaningless sex so that she could find the information necessary to build a case and to arrest him. He put his hand under her chin.
“Look at me.”
They stared at each other. He placed his hands on her shoulders and lightly caressed her arms, making his way down to her wrists. He noticed the small bruises forming where he had grabbed her before. He forgot how fragile she was. His heart sank. He'd hurt her. He quickly got up and walked toward the door. Britton couldn’t let him leave; she had come too far.
“Jagger.”
She stood up and swung her hair behind her shoulders. He turned around at the sound of his name and saw her full body, standing in front of him. He had seen her behind the blackjack table, and then crouched down in the stairwell, but not like this. Her body called to him. She had filled out since they'd last been together. She was shapely in all the right places. He bit his lip and moved toward her. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and lifted up her thigh to his hip with the other. He stopped short just before their lips met.
“I have missed you, Britton Ramirez.”
Britton fought the words.
“And I you, Jagger Stromm.”
His hand crawled up her thigh, curving around her backside and landing at the small of her back. He pulled her in tighter to him, still teasing her with the warmth of his breath. Their eyes were locked as his hand traveled up her spine, sending chills to her toes. She wanted to remind herself that this was for the job and that she couldn’t get lost in this fantasy, but those thoughts never formed to completion before the next moment his hand was wrapped around the back of her neck and his tongue was diving into her open mouth. She had forgotten that passion this intense could be ignited from only a kiss.
Jagger tried to slow himself down, knowing that this was only for tonight. Tomorrow he would have to look into why she was in town and if it was, in fact, a coincidence that they were brought back together. He pulled himself away from her.
“What?” She wondered if she had done something wrong. It had been awhile since she had been with a man.
“I never thought I’d see you again. I just want to enjoy this moment.”
Sixteen-year-old Britton would have fallen for that, but this Britton knew better. He was a master at seducing women. He knew exactly what to say to entice a woman into his bed. Why would she be any different? He pulled her head back by her hair and nuzzled her neck. He slowly planted kisses around her collarbone and down her chest. She began to moisten with need between her thighs, her body already yearning for his entry. How was he doing this her? And when would he satisfy the need she was experiencing? He dropped his hands and took a step back.
“Who is David?”
“What?”
“David. You were talking to him on the phone in the stairwell.”
He couldn’t help himself. He was jealous, and being the boss; he didn’t get jealous. She was his. She was his first, and he hated the idea of someone else being with her. He wanted to find David and beat him within an inch of his life. He could do that. His family could do that.
“He’s my friend, that’s all.”
He didn’t believe her. She answered too quickly. He knew how to spot a lie.
“Do not lie to me.” His voice echoed in the open room. He was getting angry. He could feel his face redden.
“He’s nobody.”
“Do you love him?”
“What?’
“You heard me.”
“You’re being crazy.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“No, I don’t love him.”
“Do you care for him?”
“Jagger.”
“Britton, answer me.”
“Yes I care for him.”
He stopped. He had been prodding her for a response, but didn’t know what to do when he received the answer he expected.
“No.”
“No what?”
“You can’t be with him...we found each other again.”
It took every ounce of her sanity not to scream at him that she wasn’t his property to throw around and do with as he pleased. He pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her shoulders to the bed with his knees. She wanted to fight back. She wanted to get out of his hold, but she knew that utilizing her self-defense skills would ruin her cover. She would have to endure his anger. He unzipped his pants, releasing his starving member. He clearly wanted her.
“Do you like that?”
She hated being talked to that way, but she couldn’t tell him to stop. She needed to go along with him.
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth.
“Wider.”
She stretched her lips, and he plunged himself into her, causing her to gag. It didn’t last for long as he quickly lifted himself off of her, rising to his feet, and pulling her legs to wrap around him. He rolled his hips, warming between her legs. He reached his body over top of hers to keep her shoulders pinned to the bed. He liked her like this. He had complete control. He could show her what he'd learned since the two of them had been last been one. He would make her want him again. He would make her feel the love that was burning inside of him. He clutched under her arms and pulled her body up to his. She was straddled completely around him, his chin resting in her perked cleavage. He turned and pushed her back up against the wall. She screamed. He loved the sound of that.
Britton was turned on, and she hated herself for it. She was bothered in a way she'd had only fantasized about before and she couldn’t resist him anymore...it'd been so long. She dug her nails into his back as he thrust into her pushing her harder and harder into the sturdy wall.
That was all the push he needed. He tossed her onto the bed and reached his hands up her dress, taking hold of her black-laced thong, and pulling it down her legs. If she were any other woman, he would have had his way with her right there. No. He had waited too long for Britton to return to him. He wanted all of her.
He flung her heels from her feet, and holding her calf in his hand, brought his mouth to her leg. She remembered this trick. She knew what was coming, and she craved for him to taste her. He slowly and tauntingly made his way up her deliciously tight leg. He reached the bottom of her dress and slid his fingers up and inside her ready, aching body. The feel of her warmth took him over the edge. He flung up her dress, seized her hips, narrowed his eyes, and disappeared.
She shrieked at the touch of his mouth on that most sensitive part of her. He pushed and pulled her into him as his tongue found places that hadn't been touched in years. She arched her back, allowing him to search deeper into her. He didn’t want this evening to end here. He pulled away, leaving her yearning and panting. He pulled off his shirt. His muscles were even more defined than they had been in his teens. She stared at his bare chest, willing it to crush the breath from her lungs. He stripped off his pants, revealing himself to her as he had for the first time twelve years earlier. This time was different. This time he knew what he was doing.
He ripped off her dress and threw it to the floor. He stopped as the sight of her literally took his breath away. She was the reason men wrote poems. If he had any talent in prose, his story would be epic. But his talent lied in other areas, and he was about to divulge those to her in the next few seconds. His mouth crushed hers and they moaned in unison. She grabbed his hips, guiding him into her, but he held back. He wanted her to want him even more than this. He slowly slid himself up and down, up and down, until her panting turned into cries. She was ready for him. He sent his hips back, and then plunged. She screamed from pain, pleasure, and the sheer need for even more of him. She couldn’t get enough.
He flipped her on top of him, knowing he could reach deeper inside of her this way. He watched her move. He watched her enjoy. And he watched her loving the feel of him again. It was time to finish this. Still inside her, he pushed her to his chest, stood up, and slammed her into the wall. It hurt, but she wished for more. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them out, away from her body, leaving her completely exposed. He was the only thing supporting her. Without him inside of her, she would fall. He pushed faster and deeper until their moans became desperate cries and their cries became climax. They fell to the bed, both exhausted.
He didn’t want her to leave. She couldn’t move. He curled up behind her, spooning her naked, damp body, taking in the scent of her. This is what he'd been missing all of these years. Now he had it all. He looked around the room taking in the wreckage left from his conquest. He noticed her red dress strewn on the floor. It looked so familiar. It felt so familiar. Then it hit him. That was the dress he bought her ten years ago. That was the dress he had left her in on the side of the road. She wore that dress for a reason. She knew she was going to see him tonight. He was being set up. He fell straight into her trap.