Page 32 of Jagger

Speechless as well.

I clung to his shoulders, arching my back as my muscles stretched to try to accommodate his huge girth. How could a man be this large? And how in God’s name had his shaft fit so deeply inside?

He took a deep breath as he lifted his head toward the ceiling, finally letting it out ten seconds later. “Amazing.” The single word was barely audible, so gruff in nature that I quivered hearing it.

The second he pulled almost all the way out, I fought the covers to wrap one leg around his hip. I was trying to keep him from leaving. I could feel it in my bones.

His grin returned, his nostrils flaring as he slowly lowered his head. His eyes reflected the firelight, shimmering with flecks of gold and bronze. I could get lost in them forever. He plunged in once again, grinding his hips back and forth.

We were both careful not to make too much noise, the blanket hiding very little of what we were doing. But as he developed a rhythm, I was no longer certain I could disguise my pleasure as anything but what it was.

With my other leg now wrapped tightly around him, I squeezed my thighs. He shook his head as if telling me I was a naughty girl. He also stretched up onto his palms, switching the angle. I was instantly tossed into every girl’s fantasy.

I was able to get a clear look at him, longing to run my fingers through his thick beard. I wondered if he’d allow it or bite my fingers, The silly thought brought a laugh.

“What are you laughing at, wicked lady?”

“Wicked, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” he whispered gruffly.

“Oh, just looking at a true savage. Do you forage from the woods, cutting wood like a true he-man, maybe hunting for food?” Yes, I was stereotyping him on purpose, enjoying the mischievous expression and pinched brow. I doubted anyone dared tease him. I also had a feeling my ability to do so would be rare.

He was too much of a brute.

A controlling man.

A loner.

But for tonight, I fully intended on taking advantage of our close proximity.

What in the world had gotten into me?

Jagger’s response was to flip me over, his efforts tangling our long limbs in the throw cover. He didn’t seem to care as he cupped my breasts, using them to push me up to a sitting position. After another quick glance toward the stairs, I planted my palms against his chest.

The touch seared my fingertips and I pressed my knees into him. I also swished my hair across his face and neck.

“Be careful teasing such a beast,” he warned.

“Or what?”

“Oh… You’ll find out.”

I refused to allow him to try, bucking against him as I started to ride his hips like I would a bronco.

He pinched my nipples, studying them as he twisted and plucked. This time, the hint of anguish was breathtaking. With his mouth slightly pursed, I was certain he was prepared to growl like a lion.

Or roar like a bear.

That’s what he reminded me of, a lumbering grouchy bear.

When he lifted his arms, planting them behind his head, his smile changed to something I couldn’t read. “Give it your best shot, city girl. I got time.”

He was taunting me in a way I wasn’t used to. While he tried to look bored, he knew exactly what he was doing, lifting his hips when necessary and giving me the kind of heated look that continued to scream of possession.

With the fire burning so hot, we were both sweaty under the blanket. I wanted to shove it away, able to bask in our naked bodies, but I held off.

Trying to be a good little girl.

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