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Kate, arching her back and spreading her thighs, begging him for it just like she used to.
Kate, moaning his name again and again as he ripped the panties from her ass and buried himself to the hilt, not even bothering to take off that pretty little dress of hers.
Kate, coming with the force of a storm, and then giggling her sweet little ass off…
“Jagger,” she fumed, taking another step closer. He watched helplessly as the bottom of her dress swished across her knees. Fuck, he wanted to feel that silky fabric against his face as he pushed that dress up her thighs…
“Look at me,” she said.
He finally looked away from her legs, dragging his eyes up the length of her thighs and torso, up over those lush, perfect tits, finally landing on her face. She was watching him with her big, blue eyes, her forehead creased, mouth parted as she tried to slow down her breathing.
Those eyes… Hell, he used to be able to stare into those eyes and know exactly what she was thinking, for better or worse. He could lose himself in them for hours, or for one damn minute, and know everything there was to know about Kate Molina.
Now she was totally guarded. Closed off. He’d done that to her, and it broke his fucking heart.
I’m so, so sorry, baby.
He looked at her hard, willing her to hear the words inside. Willing her to believe them, to forgive him.
Something flickered in her eyes, and for a second, the walls crumbled down. Jagger saw Kate, stripped bare and vulnerable, as lonely for him as he was for her. Instinctively, and for the second time that day, he reached for her, brushing his knuckles across her jaw like he’d done at least a million times before, back when he never thought he’d have a reason to count those touches, to remember them as the last best days of his life.
Kate sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, and he opened his hand and allowed himself to feel the silky softness of her face, her hair tickling the back of his hand.
“You’re such a dick,” she whispered. “You know that?”
Nodding dumbly, he brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips, full and soft, watching in awe as she parted them for him. He felt the wet heat of her mouth on the tip of his thumb as she took him in, and then the sharpness of her bottom teeth, and the soft, velvet-smooth pleasure of her tongue.
Barely suppressing a groan, he lowered his mouth, heart pounding in his ears.
She was so damn close, so damn warm. All he had to do was claim her. One kiss, and she’d be his.
Just open your mouth, lean in, and make her yours again…
Ah, hell. Much as he’d hated the nagging, the bickering, it was actually a lot easier when he and Kate were fighting.
Because when they weren’t five seconds from tearing each other’s throats out, they were five seconds from tearing each other’s clothes off, and that could not happen.
Jagger let his hand drop away from her face and stood up straight, putting some much-needed distance between them. As much as he wanted her, as much as she thought she wanted him, going down that road now would dead-end in a whole mess of complications neither of them needed.
He couldn’t do that to her. He’d fucked up her life enough already.
“I need some air,” he finally said. His hand was warm where he’d touched her, and he balled it into a fist, stalking to the other side of the room. From a chair in the corner where he’d been piling his shit, he grabbed his T-shirt and jacket. “Try not to fire me while I’m gone.”
Chapter Eight
K ate watched Jagger yank the shirt over his head, shove his arms into his leather jacket, and scoop the helmet into the crook of his arm, a rapid-fire move so familiar to her, so comfortable, it felt like she was watching a scene from her favorite movie. She’d memorized all the lines, all the stage directions, everything that came before and after.
God , they’d known each other so well, for so many years, and then it was just…
Kate, arching her back and spreading her thighs, begging him for it just like she used to.
Kate, moaning his name again and again as he ripped the panties from her ass and buried himself to the hilt, not even bothering to take off that pretty little dress of hers.
Kate, coming with the force of a storm, and then giggling her sweet little ass off…
“Jagger,” she fumed, taking another step closer. He watched helplessly as the bottom of her dress swished across her knees. Fuck, he wanted to feel that silky fabric against his face as he pushed that dress up her thighs…
“Look at me,” she said.
He finally looked away from her legs, dragging his eyes up the length of her thighs and torso, up over those lush, perfect tits, finally landing on her face. She was watching him with her big, blue eyes, her forehead creased, mouth parted as she tried to slow down her breathing.
Those eyes… Hell, he used to be able to stare into those eyes and know exactly what she was thinking, for better or worse. He could lose himself in them for hours, or for one damn minute, and know everything there was to know about Kate Molina.
Now she was totally guarded. Closed off. He’d done that to her, and it broke his fucking heart.
I’m so, so sorry, baby.
He looked at her hard, willing her to hear the words inside. Willing her to believe them, to forgive him.
Something flickered in her eyes, and for a second, the walls crumbled down. Jagger saw Kate, stripped bare and vulnerable, as lonely for him as he was for her. Instinctively, and for the second time that day, he reached for her, brushing his knuckles across her jaw like he’d done at least a million times before, back when he never thought he’d have a reason to count those touches, to remember them as the last best days of his life.
Kate sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, and he opened his hand and allowed himself to feel the silky softness of her face, her hair tickling the back of his hand.
“You’re such a dick,” she whispered. “You know that?”
Nodding dumbly, he brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips, full and soft, watching in awe as she parted them for him. He felt the wet heat of her mouth on the tip of his thumb as she took him in, and then the sharpness of her bottom teeth, and the soft, velvet-smooth pleasure of her tongue.
Barely suppressing a groan, he lowered his mouth, heart pounding in his ears.
She was so damn close, so damn warm. All he had to do was claim her. One kiss, and she’d be his.
Just open your mouth, lean in, and make her yours again…
Ah, hell. Much as he’d hated the nagging, the bickering, it was actually a lot easier when he and Kate were fighting.
Because when they weren’t five seconds from tearing each other’s throats out, they were five seconds from tearing each other’s clothes off, and that could not happen.
Jagger let his hand drop away from her face and stood up straight, putting some much-needed distance between them. As much as he wanted her, as much as she thought she wanted him, going down that road now would dead-end in a whole mess of complications neither of them needed.
He couldn’t do that to her. He’d fucked up her life enough already.
“I need some air,” he finally said. His hand was warm where he’d touched her, and he balled it into a fist, stalking to the other side of the room. From a chair in the corner where he’d been piling his shit, he grabbed his T-shirt and jacket. “Try not to fire me while I’m gone.”
Chapter Eight
K ate watched Jagger yank the shirt over his head, shove his arms into his leather jacket, and scoop the helmet into the crook of his arm, a rapid-fire move so familiar to her, so comfortable, it felt like she was watching a scene from her favorite movie. She’d memorized all the lines, all the stage directions, everything that came before and after.
God , they’d known each other so well, for so many years, and then it was just…
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