Chapter 13 #2
She looked at him, uncertainty and hesitation mixing in her expression.
“Come on.”
Tentatively, she reached for his hand, and he pulled her along with him back to the bedroom.
He was making his way to the bathroom when he noticed the large mirror over the dresser.
“This will do.” He stopped abruptly and she ran into him.
He took her shoulders and maneuvered him in front of her, facing the mirror.
“Watch.” He stepped closer to her until his body pressed against hers.
Her eyes flared with heat. His hands reached around to the front of her.
Taking the lapels of her robe, he inched it open just enough to show cleavage.
Her gaze went to his hands, and she lifted her own hands as if she was going to stop him.
But he had a point to prove. He stilled his movements.
“Watch me, Chelsea. Look at my face and see what you do to me.”
Her gaze lifted to his through the mirror.
“That’s right.” His hands resumed pulling the robe slowly, exposing the area between her graceful neck and shoulders.
His gaze held hers for a moment, to make sure she was doing what he’d asked.
Satisfied she understood and would comply, he let his gaze drop, watching as the skin of her shoulders was exposed, inch by inch.
He took a breath, releasing the negative tension so he could focus on her, and a new tension tightened as her robe slid away from her.
He inhaled, taking in her sweet scent. Her skin was creamy with a soft rosy hue that begged for him to touch and taste.
He leaned forward and skimmed his lips from the curve of her neck over her shoulder.
Her breath hitched, causing his blood to heat, running thick straight to his loins.
Wanting her to know his reaction to her body, he slid one arm around her waist to rest his hand on her belly and pull her back against him.
She let out an erotic sigh. He lifted his gaze to her eyes.
They still watched him, making him harder and needier.
He ground against her, wanting the friction.
His other hand continued to pull away her robe until finally he exposed one breast, its nipple budded tight, ripe, and rosy, begging to be suckled.
Unfortunately, he needed to wait. Instead, he released the grip on her robe to slide his hand over her breast, holding it in his palm as his thumb brushed over the sensitive tip.
She gasped, and her eyes closed as her head fell back against him.
“You’re not watching.” His voice sounded husky, even to him.
Her lids lifted halfway, and the desire swirling in her dark brown eyes made him want to end this little game to take her from behind right there. But he needed her to know for sure she was attractive. Sexy.
“Your breasts are perfect. Round and soft. So responsive.”
She let out a soft moan.
“Your skin is smooth and creamy.” His lips brushed her shoulder again. “I love the taste.”
He lifted his gaze back to hers, as he ground his erection against her and continued to knead the hard bud of her breast. Jagger had no idea if the women he’d been with before had ever watched him.
He’d been more about the sex, the getting off, than the eroticism.
But watching Chelsea watch him built the intensity of his need.
He was harder than he’d ever been. Painfully so. “See what you do to me?”
“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper. A sure sign she was as hot and bothered as he was. He used the hand on her belly to finish opening her robe all the way, letting it drop to the floor so she stood naked in the mirror.
He used both hands on her breasts as he pressed his hips forward.
His erection strained against his pants and he cursed that he still had them on.
She still held his gaze, filling the room with an erotic charge he felt straight to his groin, growing harder still.
He felt like he was going to expand right out of his skin.
He considered pushing her forward over the dresser, ripping his pants open, and taking her, but from somewhere deep, he resisted the urge.
“Do I look disappointed?” He hoped to hell she didn’t translate the desperate need shadowing his features as disappointment.
“No.”
“Do you doubt that I want you?”
“No. Jagger, please.” She tried to turn, but he held her still. “Don’t tease me.”
“If I wanted, would you let me have you here? Like this?”
“Yes.”
He smiled, realizing that while she thought she wasn’t well versed in bedroom games, she was certainly open to learning. Because her need echoed his, he decided to give her more.
He released one breast, letting his hand slide down.
Her stomach quivered under his touch. Her hips ground back against him, nearly making him forget the lesson he was trying to teach her.
With a quick inhale, and hopefully resolve, he continued his quest. His fingers slid down through the auburn curls at the apex of her thighs.
She let out a moan of anticipation, her eyes closing.
“Watch, Chelsea. Watch what I do to you.”
“Oh, God.” She forced her eyes open, watching as his fingers slid between her folds. Her body jerked at his touch, her hips pressing back against him. This time she wrangled a groan from him.
Her brown eyes, dark with desire, held his gaze, as he stroked her, focusing on the hard nub between her thighs. Jesus, it was hot and sexy, and it was all he could do to not take her. But that was the point, wasn’t it? For her to see how crazy with need she made him.
“Jagger!” Her words came out on a gust. Her hands gripped the dresser and her knees buckled, so he tightened his grip around her waist.
Her head dropped forward, as she bit her lip.
“Don’t hold back. Let it out, Chels. Watch how I make you come.”
He didn’t think she would, as she was lost in the throes of passion, but her gaze lifted and caught his, and the fire and need burning in her eyes nearly undid him.
She cried out, her hips gyrating against him, and he nearly let go himself.
Gritting his teeth to help him stave off his need, he focused on her: her cries of pleasure, the way her sex worked the last bit of her pleasure from his fingers, the way her eyes gave him everything he wanted and more.
When her body went limp, he was unable to hold off any longer. He picked her up and brought her to the bed. Done were control and finesse. Now he just had to have her. To relieve the pressure that threatened to destroy him. If it weren’t for these damn clothes.
“I want a turn.” She pushed at him. At first, he couldn’t hear her through the roar of desire pulsing in his brain. She was petite, but strong, and was able to knock him off balance and onto his back. “I want a turn.”
Her brown eyes stared down at him with hunger.
“I haven’t even seen you yet.” Now she was in control, as if he’d unleashed something in her.
He’d known there was passion buried inside her.
He’d felt it in that first kiss at the park.
The few times she’d nearly given into her desire.
Finally, now she was letting herself go.
The switch in her forced him to rein in his need to find out what she’d do.
She straddled his thighs and her fingers, more steadily than he felt, undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it aside. Her gaze raked over his chest, followed by the whispery tips of her fingers. His entire body shivered at her touch. She stopped and sat back.
No, no, don’t stop.
“What’s this?” She pushed his shirt open all the way and undid his pants, pushing them down. But she wasn’t focused on his erection, which was painfully bobbing and in need of attention.
He glanced to where she was looking. “It’s a tattoo.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.
Her fingers traced the outline and he had a moment to wonder whether she liked it.
“Is it a phoenix?”
“Yes.” Still unable to decipher her reaction, his libido calmed.
She studied the colorful markings like she’d never seen anything like it before. Her head lifted, her gaze capturing his. “It fits your name.”
Maybe the sex hormones were addling his brain, because he had no clue what she was saying.
“Jaggers have tattoos. Usually they ride motorcycles and wear leather jackets, too.”
“I can get a bike, but it’s a little warm for leather.” He cocked his head. “If I don’t seem like a Jagger, what do I seem like?”
She grinned. “Lucian. Something the devil would be named.”
One brow rose and finally, he relaxed. “The devil.”
She nodded. “Sexy devil.”
Both brows popped up. “Sexy, huh?”
“Very. Extremely.”
“Are you sure? Because we’re just sitting here talking when we could be doing something sexily devilish.” His hands gripped her hips, urging her to take control again.
Her smile was coy and seductive as she leaned forward and kissed him. Taking charge, her soft sweet lips glided over his. She slid her cheek along his beard. “I love how your stubble feels against my skin.”
Her words sent fire through his veins. He gripped her tighter, wanting to take back control, but she stopped him. “It’s my turn, remember?”
He nodded, unable to speak because his throat had turned to sandpaper.
Her fingers skimmed over his chest, flicking over his nipples until he thought he’d come out of his skin.
Her lips and tongue followed. She wasn’t the first women to lead in bed, but this was different.
Something shifted, as if his world had tilted off its axis.
Her fingers traced the phoenix, gliding lower and lower, until she brushed over the silken, hard length of him.
He groaned. “Chelsea.”
She grinned at him. Fortunately, she didn’t plan to torture him. She reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bedside table earlier, tore open the packet, and rolled it over him.
He checked to make sure she’d left room at the tip to avoid a mishap. “You’ve done this before.” The idea of it both excited and annoyed him. He knew he wasn’t her first, but the idea of her toying with, teasing another man didn’t sit well.
“I told you I wasn’t a virgin.”
Pushing that thought away as well, he levered up, digging his fingers into her thick, wild hair. “What do you want?” His words brushed against her ear, as his erection, hard and hot, pulsed against her belly.
“You.”
He lifted his head, looking into her deep brown eyes, clouded with desire. “Show me.”
Her eyes flashed with erotic heat. She gripped his erection, guided herself over him, and sank down.
“Oh, Christ yes.” A mixture of relief and desperation overtook him. The pleasure of her body wrapping around his, hot and pulsing, consumed him. Then she started to move, keeping her movements slow and steady, while what he wanted, needed, was fast and hard.
“Are you punishing me?” His lips found her breast and bit lightly. “Because what you’re doing is torture.”
She slid her fingers through his hair, holding his lips close to her breasts. “It’s so good.” She managed. “Too good to hurry.”
He groaned, his hands coming to her hips, gripping tighter, but not pushing her to move faster. He’d let her set the pace despite the fact that he was delirious with the need for release.
She continued to move, slow and steady, but with each glide of friction, she let out a gasp that told him her need for release was ratcheting up and up.
“Let go, Chelsea. Please. ” He’d never begged before, but he was quickly careening to his limit. She rose and dropped over him, harder. She did it again, faster. Harder, faster. Harder, faster.
“Yes. Good Christ, yes.” Jagger’s fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hips, now helping her move in the sweetest friction he’d ever felt.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, and her head dropped back as she let her body seek the release it needed.
Her hair tumbled in messy, sexy auburn waves down her back.
Her skin, damp with perspiration, held a rosy hue.
He wished he could capture the image of her on canvas as she was the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen.
“Oh God, Jagger.” Her breath bellowed in and out and her fingers gripped his shoulders painfully. Then she reached the pinnacle and cried out.
Her body clamped around him so tight, he swore he saw stars.
His release was barreling to the end, like a speeding train that couldn’t be stopped or controlled.
Unable to hold off any longer, he let go, his own pleasure ripping through him in a violent burst. He chanted “yes,” while she continued to milk him and together, they rode the storm until she collapsed.
“No.” She murmured and kissed his cheek. “No, you’re not disappointed.”