Chapter 12 #2
With gentle movements, he slowly pushed a finger deep inside. Talia cried out at the welcomed intrusion, moaning loudly when he immediately added a second digit.
In and out, he continued thrusting his hand between her opened thighs. Jagger kept the thrusts steady at first, doing all he could to create as much pleasure as possible for the woman in his arms.
Before long, he could hear the sound of Talia’s heady breaths. They came faster. Harder. When her silky core tightened around his fingers, he knew she was close. And since tonight was all about her…
Jagger continued to work her with his hand, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. He read her body like a how-to manual. Taking cues from her moans and the way her fingernails dug into his skin, he quickly learned all the right places—and the ways in which—she liked to be touched.
Bending down, he took one of her hardened nipples between his lips. Talia’s hand fisted the drenched hair on the back of his head as he toyed with the distended bud.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted.
He could feel her orgasm approaching. Pumping his fingers rhythmically inside her he used his thumb to strum her swollen and greedy clit. The combination proved lethal, and within seconds, Talia began to fly.
Her head fell back, her lips parting as a low, keening sound escaped from her throat. Even if he wanted to, Jagger couldn’t take his eyes off her. Luckily, he had no desire to. look away.
In the field. In the office. On the big screen in his team’s conference room. It didn’t matter where the woman was or what she was wearing, Talia always looked stunning in his eyes. Seeing her in the throes of a passionate, uninhibited release was an experience even he couldn’t have prepared for.
The way she looked. The sounds she’d made. How her body reacted so fully and completely to his every touch.
Jagger committed the moment to the deepest corners of his memory. Because it was one he never, ever wanted to forget.
Though he hated to, he slid his hand free from her quivering form. He held her steady, placing both hands on her hips before pulling her into his warm, wet embrace.
“That was…” she started to say but couldn’t seem to find the rest of her words.
Jagger smiled as he brought his lips to hers once more. “Beautiful,” he finished for her.
It was the closest he could come to describing the scene he’d just witnessed.
She lifted her head to bring her sated gaze to his. Talia started to reach a hand between their bodies, but he stopped her mid-reach.
“Not here.” He brushed a few wet strands from her forehead.
“My bed?”
Jagger nodded, reaching around her to turn off the steaming water. Within minutes, they were out of the shower, dried off, and he was carrying her to her bed.
Natalia lay in the center of her bed, her body still slightly damp from the shower. Even now, even after he’d given her the most powerful—and unforgettable—orgasm of her existence, she was still struggling to process the reality of what was happening between them.
She and Jagger were naked. His dick had been in her mouth. His hand had strummed her entire being until she’d fallen off that glorious cliff.
And when she’d started to fly, he’d been there to catch her, holding her safely in his arms as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
The mattress dipped beneath her as he crawled onto the bed. Although, stalked may have been a better term for his slow, purposeful movements. Like a hunter about to devour its prey, Jagger didn’t stop until his body was on hers.
It’s me. I’m his prey.
And she was more than ready for what came next.
Natalia spread her legs wide to accommodate his muscular form. He was so perfectly chiseled. Like a statue that had been hand-crafted and carved solely for her pleasure.
Heat from his body radiated onto hers as Jagger rested the bulk of his weight on his forearms on either side of her head. “We should probably talk about protection,” he rumbled. “Pretty sure there’s a condom in my wallet.”
“There’s a brand new box in my nightstand,” she told him. “But just so you know, it’s been there for quite some time.”
It was her indirect way of letting him know she didn’t sleep around. And that it had been a while since she’d last slept with a man.
“I assume you’re familiar with the job’s testing requirements.”
“I am.” She nodded, her damp hair brushing against the pillow beneath her head. “It’s the same as ours,” she added, “and I’m on the pill.”
The corner of his lips curved with a grin. “Guess that means there’s nothin’ for us to worry about.”
“Guess not.”
Her heart fluttered inside her chest when his grin grew into a full-blown smile. Almost immediately, however, Jagger’s expression changed, turning a bit more serious.
“You should know, I’ll always do what I can to protect you.”
What a sweet thing to say.
Who knew the cocky fashionista was such a softy at heart?
“Right back atchya, stud,” Natalia whispered as she lifted her head and stole another kiss. “But right now, it’s not your protection that I need.”
“No?” He playfully lifted a brow.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gave a slow shake of her head.
“Well, let’s see if I can figure out what it is you do need.”
You, Jagger. All I need is you.
Jagger reached between their bodies and move the tip of his impressive erection to the center of her very core. Not another word was spoken between them. Just two kindred spirits staring deep into each other’s eyes.
Natalia gasped as he entered her in one long, careful push. Jagger stopped moving to allow her body time to adjust to his size. He stretched her in the most magical way, and when he finally began to move, she had no other choice but to let herself go.
His.
The word filled her brain with sudden force so powerful it was downright deafening. With every new, glorious thrust of his hips, Natalia fell deeper and deeper under his spell.
Lust. Love. Whatever it was, she was already in it so deeply she knew there was no going back.
Not after this. Not after tonight. Despite how terrifying it was to accept. She could no longer deny that, from this moment forward, she belonged fully to him.
Body. Heart. And yes, her very soul. He didn’t know it, of course. How could he? And she had no plans on telling him anytime soon. But deep down, Natalia finally accepted the fact that, for her, there’d never be another.
Not after tonight. Not when being with him felt so incredibly right. Because with Jagger, she finally felt like she belonged.
“Feels so good,” he growled with a pulse-racing thrust. “So perfect.” Another thrust.
She couldn’t believe it when she felt a second climax building. Normally, she was a one and done kind of girl. But with Jagger, like all things, sex was different. She was different in ways even she didn’t understand.
Sudden, intrusive thoughts about what would happen after tonight threatened to ruin the mood. Natalia assumed he’d be flying back to Chicago soon. He’d go on with his life, and she’d continue with hers.
She refused to think about any of that now, however. Because right now, he was still very much here.
Here. In her bed. Inside her in the most magnificent way. And from the way his movements had changed in the last few seconds, he was about to find his own release.
Natalia lifted her hips from the mattress, meeting him thrust for uneven thrust. Jagger moaned and grunted, the primal sounds encouraging her to do everything she could to get him there.
When his orgasm hit, it was like a tsunami of pleasure had poured over them both. Together, while connected in the most intimate way possible, they fell over the edge.
“Talia!” Jagger growled her name, his entire body stiffening as he came.
With her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut, Natalia arched her pelvis high against his. Together, they rode wave after wave of ecstasy unlike any she’d ever known. By the time the final remnants of their spine-tingling orgasms subsided, they lay side-by-side on her bed.
Minutes later, after another quick rinse in the shower—and a slow, languid kiss that made her already-weakened knees nearly collapse—they found their way back to her bed.
Jagger curled the front of his body against the back of hers, spooning her from behind. His lips pressed against the side of her neck, just below her ear.
“I’m going to find the person who’s been messing with you, Tal,” he vowed with a rumble.
The comment took her by surprise.
Natalia glanced up at his handsome face from over her shoulder, once again surprised by the man, himself. Lying in the moonlight with his arms wrapped around her, Jagger looked even sexier than before. How that was possible, she had no idea.
Perhaps it was his slightly mussed hair and the way he so clearly wanted to protect her. But he needed to know—
“I’m not afraid of them, you know.”
Whoever they are.
He grinned, his fingertips reaching up to tuck some hair behind the ear he’d recently kissed.
“I know you aren’t.” He spoke softly. “But that doesn’t mean I still won’t do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
Did that mean—
“You’re staying in D.C.?”
“Hell yes, I am.” His tone and expression were firm. “I’m not going anywhere until we catch the fucker who’s stalking you.”
As much it meant to hear those words, she felt compelled to point out the reality of the situation. “I’m not your responsibility, Jagger.”
“Ah, see, now that’s where you’re wrong.”
Natalia frowned. “Because we slept together one time?”
He gave a slow shake of his head. “There’s a helluva lot more between us than one night of amazing sex. I know it.” His lips pressed against hers. “And you know it, too.”
The man was right. What they shared went far deeper than a one-night-stand, and it was growing stronger with every second she lay in his comforting embrace.
Natalia settled herself back into her previous position, linking her fingers with his as their combined hands rested against her belly. Together, they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
And the last thought that rolled through her tired and sated brain was…
I never want him to leave.