Chapter Twenty-Two
“I don’t know why we couldn’t just stay at my apartment,” Mercy said, dropping her bag onto the desk in the hotel room.
“You know why. I told you three times. It’s still too dangerous for you to be there. I agreed to come back under the condition that you are logical.”
“Fine. At least it’s nicer here than where we stayed before.”
He noticed that she was flexing her hands.
“How are the cuts?” he asked.
“Sore.”
“Let me see them.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed.
She sat down and faced him, her hands held out. “Be gentle.”
“I’m always gentle, aren’t I?” He removed the bandages. “Luckily, they’re healing.”
They are a reminder that I need to stay informed. Tomorrow won’t come fast enough.”
“I know you want this very much and I don’t blame you, but we have to take precautions.” He couldn’t stop staring. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip. His cock hardened and the threads of control were fraying. He wanted to kick himself in the teeth for not being able to resist her. “I still can't forgive myself for you almost getting hurt.”
She made a low, throaty sound and touched her fingers against his jaw. “Jag, you’re not responsible for what happened. You were there for me to pick me up off the sidewalk.”
He sucked in a deep breath.
She smiled up at him, a cheesy smile that made him laugh. Even after what she had experienced, she was still selfless enough to want to make him feel better.
He moved his attention to her scraped and bruised knees. He lifted her legs and laid them over his lap. She truly did have nice legs, feet, and toes. Her toenails were painted a fiery red that matched her personality.
“I know you think coming here is a bad idea, but trust me,” she said.
“You’re starting to grow on me,” he admitted.
“Really? Why’s that?” She wiggled her toes.
“I guess I have a soft spot for imps with a sassy mouth and beautiful ocean blue eyes.”
“Maybe I have a soft spot for rugged men with commitment issues.”
He rubbed his hand down her leg. Her skin was as soft as satin.
She pressed her forefinger in the center of his chest. “Too bad you can be distant and detached at times. I have a feeling we could be a power couple.”
He groaned. “I guess I can be distant, but I’m working on it.”
Have you thought of me over the past two years?
“I did. Not only did I think about you, but most of my fantasies revolved around you.”
“So I was the star in your fantasies?”
“Let me just say, porn never did it for me. However, thoughts of you wearing those librarian glasses, nose tucked in a book, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you focused, caused me a lot of pain and cold showers, if you know what I mean.”
“We have needs and urges. Why do we keep punishing ourselves by denying the craving?”
“Mercy…”
“Jag, I know it’s like beating a dead horse but things are only getting more tense between us.”
The look in her eye made the last shreds of resistance disappear, and his raw emotions were exposed.
He scooped her up and laid her across his lap, her bottom pressed against his hard cock. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“If I had one of these,” she ground her bottom against his lap, “—it’d always be hard when I’m around you.”
“Good to know…I think.” He chuckled.
She slid her hand into his hair and searched his face. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to deny ourselves much longer.”
He nodded. “I think you're right.”
He leaned in and kissed her—a quick kiss to test the waters.
She shifted and straddled his lap, nearly making him sweat.
“I think it’s time we stop the punishment.” She stroked his dick with the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck, I don’t think I have it in me any longer to deny this. You’re beautiful and sexy.” He moved his hand to her neck, running his thumb along the hollow between her collarbones.
She bucked against him. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear.”
*****
The bulge behind his zipper told her how much he wanted her. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him. Pleasure grew inside her, causing butterflies to dance inside her belly.
“Jag, this is okay. Not only is it okay, but right.” She planted kisses on his forehead.
“I want to take things slow. I want to enjoy every minute.” He pushed the spaghetti straps of the sundress down her shoulders. Her nipples tightened, and his gaze warmed her. “You have the most beautiful breasts.” He cupped them, kneading them, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
She’d never been told that before, that she had nice breasts. They were neither small nor big. They were just there. A little saggy because they were real, but not too saggy.
His hand smoothed over her stomach. Also not perfect, but the way he touched her made her feel perfect. His hand gently moved between their bodies and he found her clit. All thoughts left her brain, and the only one remaining was desire.
She lifted her bottom, giving him access to penetrate her with his wide finger.
She rode his hand. She’d never been more turned on by something so simple as a finger job.
“I want to watch you come.” His breath was hot on her cheek. “I want to hear you call my name.”
Excitement jetted through her. “I’m close already.”
“That’s my girl. As I remember, she's sensitive.”
“You do this to me.” She leaned her head to one side.
“I have an insane need to have you and to protect you.” His finger slid deeper, slowly, then slowly pulled out to the tip.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” the admission seemed to slip out.
He paused. “That’s a fucking turn on.”
His voice could only be described as dark and tense. His thumb rolled over her clit, striking it. An incoherent sound came from her, or was that from him?
Her body drew closer to that abyss, and she bucked against his hand, crying out.
“You’re so fucking wet. Like silken dew.” His fingers continued to rock her world. Stroking her slowly then finger fucking her next. She was on a roller coaster, and he controlled the speed and intensity. “I like getting you wet.”
He worked her clit, perfectly. She trembled and panted. Her breathing became labored.
“So tight. I remember how you enveloped my cock, so tight and wet. I came so quickly that first time.”
She rolled her head as she worked herself against his hand.
“You make me as hard as steel. I want to feel that beautiful body release. Feel your cream soak my fingers.”
His words as well as his thumb performing a torturous massage on her clit drove her nearly to madness. A good madness. She was so close to exploding, but every time she got to the head of that path, he slowed, edging her. She wanted to scream. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she continued to ride him.
His mouth was on her neck. Nibbling. Gently Sucking. Kissing.
“You’re the only man for me,” she cried out.
“All mine.”
Those words she'd longed to hear sent her spiraling, breaking into a thousand shards of glass. She fell against him as spasms rocked her body, so tense that she thought she might fall apart.
By the time the last spasm left her body, she was shaking and seeing double.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, and both cheeks.
She lifted his chin, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices clean. She could have almost come again if her body weren’t a limp noodle.
“We’re not finished here,” she said firmly.
“No?”
“No.”
She slid her hand down to the bulge in his pants and wagged her brows. “I want that inside me. Now.”
He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She shoved his hand away and wrapped her fingers around his warm, hard cock.
Lifting her body over him, she slowly lowered, guiding him inside her. Inch by inch. His large size stretched her in what could only be described as pure heaven. She was so wet that he eased her muscles, invading her space with his sweet skill.
Once she had him fully seated and her body adjusted, she began to move, slowly. She lifted to the very tip of his mushroom head, then glided downward, rolling her hips. He stared at her, his expression telling her how much she turned him on.
She began a faster rhythm, undulating with her body. Pleasured by his hard cock.
His breath came in pants, ragged and fast. She matched his pace with her movement.
He grasped her hips, holding her steady as he buried his forehead against her breasts. A groan pierced the air, and that feral sound sent her over the edge along with him. Together they soared through the sky like she’d ever felt before.
There was no going back after this.
Only forward.