Page 13 of Savage Temptation
Parts of me scream for me to slam on the brakes, but other parts of me say it’s too late to do anything tonight. I might as well enjoy the addictive feel of my onetime lover. Tomorrow I could be gone from this world. But right now I’m alive.
Our lips meet and the world fades to just the taste of his tongue against mine. My lashes fall and I release all the fear of the night and the worry. My heart rate hasn’t gotten the memo, but I can't expect it to calm down when Jagger's hands move from the back of my neck to pop the hooks on my sequin bra slash top. The yellow piece falls into our combined laps, revealing my full breasts to the night’s cool touch.
Claiming heat rolls off him. With every stroke of his tongue over mine, tendrils of belonging take root. I stop focusing on what I need to say for a moment and soak in the way our energies meld. It feels like our bodies are quietly remembering each other. If I believed in magic, I might even say our souls are remembering too.
“Lean back. I need more than just your sweet lips, baby. I need to taste more of you and convince myself that you’re really here in my arms, on my bike and back in my life.”
His touch is rough and possessive. And his kiss…my God. The way his lips worship my mouth is nothing short of heavenly.
And gloriously delicious.
My body shudders and this time it’s not from the cool air.
The only word missing and my heart craves to hear isforever. He doesn’t say it, but I feel it to my core with how intently he breaks away and stares down at me.
“I thought I would never see you again. It tore at my soul. I went hunting for you everywhere. Your father was no help. I couldn’t find your sister. It was like you never existed.”
I reach for him and pull his mouth back to mine for a long, lingering kiss. When we pull apart I whisper his name with all the love that is in my heart for the man who was my first, my everything and my last love in this lifetime.
“Let me explain,” I offer. The hand on my chest gently pushing me back says he’s not listening.
“We can talk about everything soon enough. First, I need you. You come first. Always, baby. You come first.Wecome first. I thought you knew that.”
Ouch.
I earned that. But I can't focus on the pain I hear in his words. Not when his warm lips anchor around a hard tip and I arch into his arms and eager mouth uncontrollably. My hands slip into the long lengths of his dark hair and I hold him to me.
Long husky moans mingle with the distant croaks and crickets, creating a bayou symphony.
He roams to the other eager nipple, kissing a hot path from one to the other. My legs tighten around him. My hips grind. His teeth bite.
It all feels surreal.
He bites down on the tender flesh a little harder, forcing me to gasp and sit up. Moonlight breaks through the canopy of Spanish moss draped over large oak branches to catch on the dark smoky gray of his eyes.
“Jagger, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” The unbearable weight of regret nearly suffocates me. I can either give into it and let it crush me, or I can show the man I love that I never stopped. I can only pray he understands.
I pull my hands from his back to wrap my palms around his face. Before I know what another minute without my lips on his feels like, I crush my mouth to his. His arms turn possessive. He kisses me right back, only harder. Hungrier. I hug him to me tightly and reach for the button of his jeans. The hiss of the zipper mingles with our heavy breathing.
He snarls, a dangerous sound that means there is no going back after this. If I let him own me again, that’s it.
And it’s exactly what I want. And from the feel of his hard length and his unyielding touch, so does he.
Our tongues tangle together, our hands frantically roam over one another. Our bodies grind like we want to make up for all the lost time in one night. My breaths come hard and fast. He takeseach one of them into him, like he wants to draw my very essence into his body.
He breaks our kiss and leans back. Flickers of moonlight play over his muscular form. If we were not in the middle of nowhere on a bike, I would kill to see all of his glorious body naked. All the dark ink I remember draped over his arms and chest. Just the idea has my core heating and hot liquid spilling to wet the bottoms of my costume.
He angles himself in such a way that when he pulls out his thick cock and makes me absolutely soak the slip of cloth between my legs.
“Jagger, I need you.” This desire to have him fully inside me takes over, and it’s all I can focus on.
“Come here, baby. Give yourself to me. Give me what is mine.”
He settles me over the top of him. He reaches between us and runs a finger under the elastic edge of my garment.
“I can’t wait to hear what got you into this number, but I’m more interested in getting you out of it.”
His fingers tease along the seam of my costume, and on up until he is playing with another seam.
