Page 69 of Wed to You-
He let out an expletive.
“Just close your eyes and take deep breaths.”
He did as she asked, but his jaw remained clenched. “Chels.”
“You need to relax.”
“I can’t.” His voice was tight as he lifted his head and took her wrists in his hands. “I’m still tense but now it’s because of you.”
Hurt, she tried to pull away, but he held her in place. “You’remaking me tense.” His gaze dropped.
She followed the direction of his gaze and discovered her breast nearly plastered in his face. She jerked her head back up to look into his face.
“You either have to release the tension or go sit over there.”
She swallowed. He wasn’t angry tense, he was aroused tense. Immediately, liquid fire flooded her bloodstream. Instantly, the air in the car heated, crackled with erotic electricity that zapped over her skin.
His blue eyes blazed with wicked heat. “If you’re going to release the tension, my head isn’t the place to start.”
Oh, Lordy. That was a dare. There was no doubt she wanted to rip their clothes off and make good on that dare. She wanted to touch and taste every part of him until he was a wet noodle, unable to move. There was just that one nagging issue that by taking the next step, it would be harder than it already was to remember this marriage was a fake. Sure, Jagger liked her, but he didn’t love her. His desire to touch her didn’t stem from wanting to show her the depth of his feelings. It was just sex with the woman who was pretending to be his wife. Well, she was his real wife, but only on paper.
He let go of her wrists and the gleam in his eyes dimmed slightly. He was letting her go, taking her non-action as her answer. But she wanted him. Even if it was pretend and only for a short time. She’d done the right thing all her life. She’d worked hard to keep her head afloat and now she had the opportunity not only to breathe again, but to have fun. So why not take it? Wasn’t that the advice she just gave him? To live in the moment? In this moment, hot, fiery need swam through her veins until she thought she’d melt from the inside out.
Her gaze drifted down and her hand followed, brushing over the swell of his pants. His harsh intake of breath caused her to look up to his face again, wanting to see desire in the devil ,
“You’re playing with fire.” His voice was strained, his tonepleading. In that moment, she knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t deny him. She placed both her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips consumed hers, hot and fierce, and a whoosh of heat inflamed her body when his tongue snaked in, invading her mouth with demanding sweeps. His hands pressed against the outsides of her thighs, sliding her dress up, and then lifted her to straddle his lap. He pulled her to him, nesting her, hot and needy, over the hard steel of his erection. A moan filled the back of the limo. His, hers...she wasn’t sure. She didn’t know anything except the delicious feel of him between her thighs. She ground herself against him, wishing they were magic and could instantly get rid of the clothing barriers that separated them.
His hands slid up her back, unhooked the halter of her dress and pulled the top down. “Christ, yes.” His gaze fixed on her breasts for a moment, just looking at them before he leaned forward to devour them with his mouth.
Chelsea was sure she’d come right then. When his teeth weren’t tugging at the sensitive tips of her breasts, his lips were sucking and his tongue made hot sweeps, all while his thick, hot erection teased at her cleft.
“God, I want to see you come,” he said as his lips slid up to her neck. She gasped as he yanked on her panties and they tore away. It was a move she thought was dumb in the romance books, and yet here and now, it made her ache with need and desire so fierce she thought it might consume her. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be doing something...touching him...but his hands and mouth worked her into a frenzy where all thought was gone. There was only Jagger doing delicious things to her.
His fingers slipped between her folds, wrenching a long moan from her.
“Give it to me.” He took the taut pearl of her nipple into his mouth while his fingers slipped inside her. She had no defense against it.Every erotic part of her body was being assaulted by him.
“Oh, God.”
“It’s Jagger, honey. Call my name.” With that, he slipped his fingers inside, up and forward, as his thumb brushed over the hard nub between her folds. He touched a part of her anatomy she thought had been a myth and it shot her to the heavens. Any control she had dissolved. His name initially tore from her lips in a scream and then became a chant as her body tensed from her fingertips to the end of her toes and then shuddered, again and again, as she rode his fingers.
He let out an expletive. “Yes. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
Even as she collapsed against him, drawing in heaving breaths, her body continued to convulse and milk him.
“It’s Chelsea,” she said on a ragged breath.
He laughed. “Chelsea, you’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him watching her in the throes of passion. At the same time, it was titillating. She rested her head on his shoulder, unable to make any significant movement. She looked at his neck, glistening with perspiration. She could still feel him hard and thick between her thighs. She really should return the favor. Before she could muster the strength, he leaned a little to his side.
“Yes, sir.” George’s voice came over the intercom. Chelsea felt a moment of panic. Were there cameras in the car? Had George heard or seen what they’d been doing?
“Take us to the Talbot Luxe. Call ahead and have them have a bottle of champagne chilling when we get there.”
“Yes, sir.”
Finally able to lift her head, she looked into Jagger’s brilliant eyes, still cloudy with desire. “Where are we going?”
