Jagger gently pulled his hand from mine and stood up. “I’ve practiced telling this story about a thousand times. Cash forced me into therapy and in group I told it at least once a week. That was to a bunch of other crazy fuckers who were just as messed up as I was, coming off a stint in some backwoods-ass place. It’s different telling it to a civilian… Different knowing that they might not understand.”
I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned into his movements. “You can wait if you want to, Jag. I want to know, but it doesn’t have to have a time limit. You can tell me however you need to tell me.”
He shook his head. “I want to just get it out there. For some reason, this place seems to be where I need to be. That means talking to you about why I’m not anyone’s first choice for security.”
He leaned against the wall opposite my bed and crossed his legs at the ankles. He looked like the picture of relaxation, but there was tension in his eyes that couldn’t be hidden.
“I was on a SEAL team that got sent in when basic human rights were being violated. Nothing like the shit here in America. It was never pretty, and most of the time, when we got there, it was to wrap things up. There was hardly anyone left to save.
“On my last trip, my buddy Johnny kept talking about his girl back home. He was going to ask her to marry him when he got back. We normally didn’t talk like that. SEALs are married to their work. When it came time to ship out, he was nervous. He had a weird feeling in his gut and we all told him it was nerves because he was about to make a huge mistake. We teased the hell out of him for wanting to settle down.”
Jagger ran his hand down his face and laughed. “I don’t even know why I’m talking about that part. It doesn’t even matter to the mission. It just…matters to me.”
“I want to hear all of what you want to share. Everything matters.”
He looked around the room. “Do you keep liquor in here?”
I grinned and walked over to my closet. I stretched up to the top shelf and grabbed the bottle I kept there. “Whiskey. For all the times I need to deal with Dad but not have Mom know that I’m the reason the liquor cabinet keeps getting drained.”
He took the bottle and then caught my wrist as I tried to slip past him. “I should just shut up and appreciate the fact that my body seems to be unable to stop working around you. The moment I saw you, with your pants around your ankles, I thought I was going to snap the zipper on my pants in half.”
I gasped as he pulled me into his body. I put my hand on his chest to push away and then decided not to. “I’m glad that embarrassing moment for me was such a turn-on for you.”
“Something about you makes me hard enough to drill through solid brick, Lace.” His hands grasped my hips and tugged me closer until I felt exactly what he was talking about. “I change my mind. I don’t want to talk right now.”
I opened my mouth to object but I couldn’t. I wanted to hear his story, but I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his body. I reached out beside us and turned the door lock. “Stay with me.”
He hoisted me into his arms easily and then grunted as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Nowhere else I’d rather be, baby.”
I ran my hands through his hair, pulling his ponytail holder out again. I raked my nails across his scalp and tugged on the long strands. “I like your hair down.”
He tugged at the ends of my hair. “I like your hair down, too. I’ve had plenty of daydreams about it brushing over my thighs as you ride me.”
I sucked my lower lip in between my teeth and bit down. He was hotter than I knew how to handle. Not that I wasn’t going to try my hardest. “I haven’t had sex in a long time, either. I was completely focused on work until you mentioned me blowing you off.”
His eyebrows lifted and a crooked grin changed his mouth as he carried me across to the chair in the corner of my room. He sat down and I settled on him with my knees in the chair on either side of his hips. “You woke up at the idea of blowing me?”
I ducked my face to hide the blush that was threatening to consume me. Dropping my hands to his shoulders, I glanced down at where our bodies were resting together and finally looked back up at him. “Are you sure you had any problems before?”
He flexed his hips and I gasped as his body rubbed against mine. “I don’t even know why I mentioned it because it seems to be completely fixed now.”
I met his blue eyes, mesmerized by the openness there. “If I was a softer woman, I would tell you that I’m glad you told me because it makes me feel special.”
Jagger’s hands curved around to my ass and his fingers dug into the flesh through my thin leggings. “You are all soft, Lace. Soft and begging to be touched.”
“What are you, then, Jag? Are you begging to be touched?”
“I’m past begging.”
I rolled my hips into his body and dropped my forehead to his. Our breaths mingled together, both roughened. “Is this dumb? Are you going to sneak out of my window in the middle of the night?”
“No and no.” He tilted his head and captured my mouth in a kiss that made me think all my doubts were the only thing dumb in the situation.
My hands found his chest and I let myself explore. Hair dusted his chest, covering soft skin over hard muscle. Dips and ridges rose and fell under my fingertips as I touched his hard stomach and then another trail of hair demanded my attention. I trailed one fingertip down it until it bumped the top of his pants.
Jagger’s hands moved to mine and pulled them back up to his chest. He broke our kiss and looked up at me with reddened lips. “If you touch me right now, there’s no telling how fast this is going to go.”
I rocked into him again and felt a wildness transform my face. “I don’t care. I just want to touch you. We can do it again and again if it’s too fast.”
He gave a dark chuckle and trapped both of my arms behind my back with one hand. When I tugged at them, he tightened his grip and grinned wickedly at me. “While I support the again and again part, I can’t get behind embarrassing myself. Be patient, Lace. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I wiggled on his lap, loving the responding pulse I could feel through the thin material separating our middles. “I’ve never been known for my patience, Jag.”
He leaned forward and raked his teeth down the side of my throat, leaving me a shaking mess. His tongue followed and dipped into the hollow at the base. His other hand slipped under my shirt and trailed up my back, his fingers moving over my spine slowly and tenderly. “I want to make you come a few times before I slip into you. I want you dripping. I’m not a small man, Lace. Patience is going to be good for both of us.”
His words, whispered in a rough voice against my skin, sent fire coursing through my body. I moaned and let my head drop back, giving all of my throat to him. When his mouth took advantage of it, I rocked against him, setting a rhythm that had me panting in seconds.
“That’s it, baby. Use me.”
His fingers pressed into my skin firmly as they moved down my back and into my panties. His hands on my bare ass were hot and hard. He squeezed and pulled me into him harder, increasing the motion I had going until I moaned his name. His mouth moved to my neck and up to my ear. “I’m going to taste every inch of you. I’m going to eat you alive.”
The growl in his voice had my body clenching. I cried out and buried my head in his neck as an unexpected orgasm rocked through me. Feeling helpless as he held me and rubbed my body against his own, his teeth and tongue working my throat, I knew I’d found heaven. I sank my teeth into his shoulder hard and moaned like I was in heat. It would’ve been embarrassing if Jagger wasn’t the man holding me, turning me into the wreck that I was.
“Mmmm. You come like a queen. I don’t think I could ever get tired of that sound. Hold on.” He let go of my hands and stood up.
I gasped as he tossed me onto the bed and then stood at the end, watching me. I sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt. “You want to see me, Jag?”
He growled and shoved his pants down. His hand went to his base of his shaft and he held it tightly. “Undress.”
A shiver went down my spine and I licked my lips. His body was perfect. For all his talk about eating me up, in that moment, I felt like I wanted to devour him way more than he could ever want me. I wanted to stroke and taste him until he came apart. I went down to my hands and knees and crawled towards him.
“Undress, Lace, and we’ll see what happens after.”
I hastily ripped off my shirt and threw it away from me. Seconds later, my leggings and panties followed. I was back on my knees, watching him watch me. “What happens after?”
His eyes had gone dark, his jaw tight as the muscles worked double time. His hand stroked down his length and then he let go and stepped towards me.
We met with a fire that I’d never experienced with a lover. Our mouths clashed in a heated battle that promised two winners and our hands were instantly filled with the other’s body. His hands found my breasts and his fingers expertly worked my nipples into even harder points of pleasure. I grasped his shaft with both hands and stroked him.
When I fell back onto the bed, he was right there with me, leaving a wet trail with his mouth over my neck and chest. His teeth teased my nipples until I begged him for more and only then did he kiss down the center of my stomach. His tongue dipped into my navel and twirled. I’d never known a belly button could make me feel so unhinged.
I pulled at his hair, stroked his shoulders and back until I could no longer reach them. Then, when his head was buried between my thighs and his breath was hot on my core, I cupped my breasts and waited, on edge, for the moment his mouth touched me.
“You smell sweet, Lace. Like honey.” He dipped his head and dragged his tongue up my entire core. “You taste sweet, too. I’m going to enjoy this, baby.”
I liked Jagger enjoying himself. A lot. He used his tongue and teeth and fingers to take me to new heights and push me over the edge. While I moaned and bit my hand to keep from screaming, he chuckled and then groaned when I came apart under his expert skills. One time wasn’t enough for him. Even when I tugged at his hair and begged him to give me a second, he devoured me until I wasn’t sure there was any part of me left that hadn’t been touched by the man. He devoured me until I knew there was none of me that hadn’t been touched.
When I’d come for him so many times that I felt like a feather from my pillow, about to float away, he kissed his way back up my body and then stared into my eyes with so much intensity that I thought floating away was a reality.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lacey.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me so I could kiss him. He tasted like me and I couldn’t deny that I liked it, liked knowing that he’d just gone down on me and had enjoyed the hell out of it. I pushed his shoulder until he rolled and I rolled with him until I was straddling him. I kissed him once more and then sat up. “You mentioned a fantasy about my hair brushing your thighs?”
He groaned and gripped my ass. “You want to make my dreams come true, baby?”
I took him in my hand and lined up our bodies. Slowly, with the patience that he’d taught me to love, I lowered my body onto his. He filled me and stretched me until I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take him all. Before I gave up, our bodies met and I moaned at the sensation.
“Holy fuck.” Jagger bit his lip hard and dug his fingers into the skin on my ass.
I agreed. I was afraid to open my mouth, though, for fear of screaming his name. So, instead, I rolled my hips and dug my nails into his chest. He felt so good in me. I was ruined for other men and the idea was nearly enough to make me panic.
“Stay with me. Wherever you just went, ignore it. Stay right here. With me, Lace.”
I met his eyes and nodded roughly. I could do that. I braced my hands on his chest and then moved my hips. Slowly, I rode him until he was swearing and I experienced my first orgasm from penetration. My body shook as it soared from the experience that was purely Jagger. Wild, hot, surprisingly sweet, and soul bending.
He rolled us over and rocked into my body faster, harder. His mouth found mine and he kissed me with the same passion that filled me. Giving me everything, he surged into my body until his arms shook where they braced themselves around my head and his kisses turned clumsy.
I held onto his body with my arms wrapped around his sides, my nails dug into his back. His hair hung around his face and tickled my skin where it touched me. I drew my legs up and cupped his hips with them, needing to be as close to him as possible.
Jagger buried his face in my neck and roared as he came. His body tightened and hardened even farther until his arms buckled and he let his body weight rest on me.
My exhausted body pulsed around him, a phantom of another orgasm threatening to send me into a comatose state. I held him, more than happy to hold his weight, and tried not to think about the fact that I knew I would never experience anything like that again. For as long as I lived, Jagger would remain the best and if I thought about it too much, I’d let it get to me. So I did what I could. I closed my eyes and focused on the tangible. The sweat coating our bodies. The soft breeze from his breath on my neck. The soreness at my core. The way his hands curled into my hair and held my head. Jagger.