Page 10 of Savage Temptation
He growls, whirls us around until my back is up against a wall. I tighten my legs and I can feel our unexpected reunion has caused a whirlwind of reactions. Not only are his kisses just as hot as I remember, but the hard arousal of his cock pressing against my covered folds is just as alluring.
Callused fingers reach for my knee before skimming their way up the length of my leg.
“Just as creamy and soft as I remember, baby.”
Those same fingers find the edge of my costume bottoms and they do nothing to keep his touch from reaching parts of me I only dreamed of him teasing again.
I cry out and his mouth takes mine again. He consumes my moans and whimpers like they are a special drug just for him. Because they are. I haven’t touched a man since him nor has another other man touched me. I never wanted anyone else but him. Heat floods through me. All the pent up desireand yearning for this man fills me until the well of emotions threatens to drown me.
I tighten myself around him, trying to touch as much of him as possible.
His appreciation is apparent in the girth of his arousal pressing against my covered folds. The hard line of his jeans offers the promise of a hard claiming tonight.This is all that matters, my heart hums and I listen.
“Jagger,” I murmur against his lips, praying there’s a flat surface somewhere when he skims his finger over the warm flesh of my ass cheek. But he doesn’t stop there. His seeking touch has my heart racing when the rough pad of his thumb finally reaches my throbbing clit.
“Jaggerrr…” I draw out, desperate for the heat and burn he’s stirring to life inside me. My heart pounds as my hands run over the dips and rises of his muscular chest and arms.
Only the soft clearing of a throat pulls us out of our emotional reunion.
“Excuse me. Unless you actually want an audience for where I sense this is going, I think we can hit pause, don’t you?”
I freeze and I physically feel Jagger’s muscles tense under me, too.
“Detective. You’re still here.” Arctic ice gives off warmer vibes than Jagger’s freezing tone. It tells me whoever the lady is, she isn’t romantically involved with Jagger. My heart gives a small quiver of relief at that realization.
If the cold of his words didn’t clue me in, the way his face darkens is another clue these two are not the best of friends. And with that, the bubble that cocooned us from reality bursts.
I sigh and inwardly groan. The real world calls and as good as this feels, the detective is right.
I go to unhook my ankles from around his back, but Jagger quickly grips my nearly bare ass thanks to my costume and anchors me in place.
“No. You stay. Don’t you dare try to move away from me. I’m not letting you go again. Detective, if you don’t mind you can come back and harass me and my brothers later. Deal?”
True to the Jagger I remember, he doesn't mince his words. But ouch.
Worry crawls over me. “Jagger, don’t be rude.” The last thing we want to do is piss off a woman with a gun.
“She can handle it, right, Detective?”
There’s no answer, but from the small glance over Jagger's shoulder, I would say that woman wishes her eyes could shoot daggers.
Despite sounding calm and relaxed, shivers climb the length of my spine. “Um, we need to talk, so maybe we can pick this up later?” I lean in and touch the tips of our noses before turning a pleading eye on him. All my circuits are coming back on board and the lust-induced fog that smothered my brain is clearing. “I’m in trouble and there’s some bad people out there looking for me. I’m sorry to bring this to you. But I think it has something to do with the overdoses that I saw on the news,” I say in a low tone only he can hear.
His grip on me tightens. “Later. When we are alone. No one can get to you here. My brothers can take over. I’ll call them in.”
“Listen to your girl, Malone. Stop thinking with your dick.”
“Fuck you, Lafleur. You don’t know shit.” Jagger rests his forehead against mine. Long dark hair tumbles over his shoulders, and a few strands over his forehead. He usually wears it pulled back, but I love it loose. I run my fingers underneath and let the silky strands fall away.
“I fucking missed you,” he husks. “And your touch. I dreamed about being able to feel you in my arms one more time.” When his eyes come up to meet mine, there are tears. Seeing them breaks my heart.
I smile weakly. “I’m not going anywhere. If that’s okay?”
I don’t have to hold my breath long for his answer.
The tears fade, and his eyes blaze with a challenge. His dark eyes stare into mine and I shudder from the tingles of electricity. “Don’t even try to leave my side again.”
“Listen to your girl, Malone. Stop thinking with your dick.”
