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Jagger's hands seize mine and lift them over my head, away from my destination, perking my breasts up so they are on full display. Calling out to him.
He doesn't speak, but the message is received. Jagger doesn't want me taking things into my own hands. He pulls back and looks me over while sucking in a deep breath and then meets my eyes again. I'm surprised by the emotion I find in his. Of all the things I expected to see right now, like passion, lust, or even desire, emotion never made the list.
"Not tonight, sunshine. Not tonight," he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers. His warm breath tickles, sending pulses of pleasure through my body.
A moan escapes my lips. A moan of longing and need.
"Oh, baby, one of these days you're going to moan like that for me, with my name spilling out of your mouth, and it's going to send me over the edge."
"Why not now?" I ask, hoping I can change his mind.
His tongue swirls, making tiny circles between my neck and shoulder, driving me insane. I don't care what he wants to do to me right now, I'll say yes.
"Another time," he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip and lightly pressing the tip into my mouth, where I caress it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. "I promise."
And then, with one last long look into my eyes, it's over.
"That's it?" I ask, stunned.
I won't admit it, but I'm secretly happy that aside from some hot and heavy kissing, really hot and heavy kissing, Jagger isn't pushing for more. Not that he'd have to push, all he'd have to do is suggest it and I'd agree enthusiastically. Hot and sweaty, Jagger rolls off me, one hand still under my neck.
"For tonight, baby. I probably shouldn't have let things go this far, but damn, tasting that sweet mouth of yours was just too tempting."
I want to pull him back on top of me. His words are doing nothing to cool my overheated body and overactive libido. Maybe I should ignore what he just said and climb on top of him. I doubt he'll complain if I straddle him. And I bet his mind will change in no time with me grinding against him.
I'm too busy thinking instead of acting, and I lose my chance to tempt him further. Jagger pulls his hand out from behind my back and rolls toward the other end of the bed. He's going to get up as if the last few minutes didn't happen. As if my body isn't screaming out for him, isn't craving to feel every inch of him.
I don't want him to leave my side. Something happened when he looked into my eyes. We communicated without words. At least I think we did. Maybe it was something more. A connection woven between us with thick, rich threads. Threads that can't separate or unravel unless they're sliced apart with a sharp blade.
"Don't leave." I stretch my hand out to him.
"I'm just going back to my sleeping bag because if I stay in this bed with you--"
"Please. I like the way I feel wrapped up in your arms."
"Me too," he says, his voice thick with emotion. The same overwhelming emotion I thought I saw in his eyes a few minutes ago. "That's the problem."
"I promise I'll be on my best behavior."
"For the record, guys never want to hear that. We want to hear promises of how naughty and filthy you plan to get," he says, sliding up against me.
I don't know if he can see the smile on my face as I turn onto my side, giving him my back, but it's there, and it's all because of him. Jagger's arms slip under and over my waist, pulling me up against his chest. He's spooning me. It's sweet and decadent at the same time, and I'm amazed at how perfect this feels.
I've been attracted to Jagger since Lexi and I picked him up at the airport, so I'm not surprised his lips hold magic for me. But this simple action...lying with me like this, Bailey hated it. He'd only do it in an attempt to get laid. Only when he thought sex was his reward did he give me what I yearned for.
"You're very quiet, sunshine."
"Why do you call me that? Are you making fun of me because I'm from California?"
"Hell no." He
He doesn't speak, but the message is received. Jagger doesn't want me taking things into my own hands. He pulls back and looks me over while sucking in a deep breath and then meets my eyes again. I'm surprised by the emotion I find in his. Of all the things I expected to see right now, like passion, lust, or even desire, emotion never made the list.
"Not tonight, sunshine. Not tonight," he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers. His warm breath tickles, sending pulses of pleasure through my body.
A moan escapes my lips. A moan of longing and need.
"Oh, baby, one of these days you're going to moan like that for me, with my name spilling out of your mouth, and it's going to send me over the edge."
"Why not now?" I ask, hoping I can change his mind.
His tongue swirls, making tiny circles between my neck and shoulder, driving me insane. I don't care what he wants to do to me right now, I'll say yes.
"Another time," he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip and lightly pressing the tip into my mouth, where I caress it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. "I promise."
And then, with one last long look into my eyes, it's over.
"That's it?" I ask, stunned.
I won't admit it, but I'm secretly happy that aside from some hot and heavy kissing, really hot and heavy kissing, Jagger isn't pushing for more. Not that he'd have to push, all he'd have to do is suggest it and I'd agree enthusiastically. Hot and sweaty, Jagger rolls off me, one hand still under my neck.
"For tonight, baby. I probably shouldn't have let things go this far, but damn, tasting that sweet mouth of yours was just too tempting."
I want to pull him back on top of me. His words are doing nothing to cool my overheated body and overactive libido. Maybe I should ignore what he just said and climb on top of him. I doubt he'll complain if I straddle him. And I bet his mind will change in no time with me grinding against him.
I'm too busy thinking instead of acting, and I lose my chance to tempt him further. Jagger pulls his hand out from behind my back and rolls toward the other end of the bed. He's going to get up as if the last few minutes didn't happen. As if my body isn't screaming out for him, isn't craving to feel every inch of him.
I don't want him to leave my side. Something happened when he looked into my eyes. We communicated without words. At least I think we did. Maybe it was something more. A connection woven between us with thick, rich threads. Threads that can't separate or unravel unless they're sliced apart with a sharp blade.
"Don't leave." I stretch my hand out to him.
"I'm just going back to my sleeping bag because if I stay in this bed with you--"
"Please. I like the way I feel wrapped up in your arms."
"Me too," he says, his voice thick with emotion. The same overwhelming emotion I thought I saw in his eyes a few minutes ago. "That's the problem."
"I promise I'll be on my best behavior."
"For the record, guys never want to hear that. We want to hear promises of how naughty and filthy you plan to get," he says, sliding up against me.
I don't know if he can see the smile on my face as I turn onto my side, giving him my back, but it's there, and it's all because of him. Jagger's arms slip under and over my waist, pulling me up against his chest. He's spooning me. It's sweet and decadent at the same time, and I'm amazed at how perfect this feels.
I've been attracted to Jagger since Lexi and I picked him up at the airport, so I'm not surprised his lips hold magic for me. But this simple action...lying with me like this, Bailey hated it. He'd only do it in an attempt to get laid. Only when he thought sex was his reward did he give me what I yearned for.
"You're very quiet, sunshine."
"Why do you call me that? Are you making fun of me because I'm from California?"
"Hell no." He
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