Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I swallowed, realizing for the first time that he was right—my throat was sore. I nodded and reached for the glass. “Thank you.”
Jagger stayed quiet. He looked lost in deep thought, and I wondered if he was already regretting what we’d done.
“What are you thinking about?” I whispered.
He scoffed. “What a piece of shit I am.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You deserve better than what I just did to you.”
“What you just did to me? You didn’t do anything to me, Jagger. I’m the one who started it, and I liked what we did. I love what we did, actually.”
He searched my face. “You’ve been hurt more than once. I don’t want to do it again.”
“How would you hurt me?”
“I have a history of taking what I want from women and being done when I’m done. I’m not a romantic, Sutton.”
“Who asked you to be a romantic?”
He seemed genuinely confused. “Then what do you want from me?”
I grinned. “More of that. And sex.”
His serious face broke, and he laughed. “Are you saying you just want to use me?”
I took the ice packs from his hands at my knees and set them on the coffee table. Then returned his hands to my knees and inched forward. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Not at all.” He put up a finger. “But, you have to trust me to know what you need.”
“What is it you think I need?”
His eyes moved back and forth, staring into mine. “A first time the way it should’ve been for you. Not the way I like it.”
He might not have thought he was a romantic, but I felt what he said in my heart. Jagger Langston had a hard shell, but inside was a soft center. His words brought a wave of emotions, and I tasted salt in my throat before nodding. “Okay.” I leaned forward a little more until our faces were inches apart. “It’s a deal. Now how about a kiss? Would that gross you out after what we just did?”
He licked his lips with a sinful smile. “Nothing about you grosses me out, sweetheart.”
I inwardly swooned at the term of endearment. But didn’t want him to see me getting all googly-eyed already. Instead, I tilted my head coyly. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He groaned, yet his smile widened. “You’re gonna be trouble.”
I opened my mouth with a witty retort in mind, but I never got the chance to share it. Jagger gripped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and pulled me to him. His lips sealed over mine, and I melted into him. His tongue nudged my mouth open and dipped inside. He tasted insanely good, and the aggressiveness of his kiss, the way he dictated control in every way, had me sighing into his mouth. Jagger was still kneeling on one foot. He hooked an arm around my waist, slid me from the couch, and positioned me to straddle his knee.
I was in a complete lust-induced daze already, but when his fingers dug into my hips and he started to grind me back and forth on his leg—holy shit. My swollen clit had been desperate for friction, and it didn’t take long before I was throbbing. My orgasm was so close, I started shamelessly gyrating my hips and riding his leg. But just when I thought I might fly over the edge, Jagger stopped, leaving me panting.
“Why are you stopping?”
He scooped me into his arms and rose to his feet. “Because I want you needy when you’re beneath me.”
CHAPTER 19
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Sutton
I had been so bold tonight, but as I stood in Jagger’s bedroom, a rush of nerves washed over me. The lights were off, though the room was still illuminated enough from the glow of the lighting outside to see clearly. Jagger walked to the French doors and opened them, letting in the tranquil sound of crashing waves before coming to me and taking my hand. He lifted it toward his lips, but stopped before reaching his mouth.
“You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
I shook my head.
He frowned. “Do you want to go back downstairs? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No, no.” I shook my head vigorously. “Definitely not. I want this very much. I’m just…nervous, I guess.”
He squeezed my hand and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. Crouching down in front of me, he stroked my skin with his thumb. “Talk to me. What are you nervous about?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just made sex this big thing in my head, and it feels overwhelming.”
“I can understand that.” He nodded. “We’ll take it slow. Is there anything else? Are you sure you don’t have any doubts?”
“Not really. Although now that I’ve seen the size of that thing in your pants, I might be questioning if maybe I should start with the beginner size and not jump right to the expert level.”