Page 74 of Wed to You

Chapter Thirteen

Jagger felt good. Real good. Something that never happened after an encounter with his family. Chelsea had done that. He wouldn’t have ever imagined the turn of events. She’d done a complete 360 on him. She’d initiated the kiss. She’d touched him, nearly making him come in his pants. The minute she’d done that, he’d let his restraint go. So much so that he’d torn off her panties. He told her he was sorry for ruining them, although he wasn’t. Her smirk suggested she knew it was a lie, but he promised to buy her more.

For now, no underwear was needed. No clothes, in fact. Only condoms. Lucky for him, condom carrying wasn’t a habit he’d gotten out of during his long celibacy. So long, that it had taken every ounce of control he could muster not to rip his pants off and plunge into her in the limo. Fortunately, with the way she moved against him, her gasps, and how fast her orgasm was building, his own needs took a backseat to the desire to watch her come. And Jesus, was it worth it. Everything about her was stunning. Her breasts were perfect and, even better, real. Her hair was tussled just enough to have that sexy, mussed look. As she rode the storm, he was sure he’d never seen anything so raw and beautiful in his life.

When she collapsed on him, his edgy need worked its way to the surface again. He knew then: a single encounter in a limo wouldn’t be enough. Now that she’d opened the door to a physical relationship, he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Starting with a night in the penthouse suite of his family hotel.

He really had planned to get her in bed and take his time. But the minute he’d tasted her sweet champagne lips, the hold on his control broke again. There was no putting off his need to sink into her any longer. He probably shocked her, the way he’d pushed her on the table and drove into her. She’d been so damn tight, for a minute he’d thought his head would explode. He had a nanosecond to consider whether he was hurting her, but then she wrapped around him and pulled him deeper, and all thought evaporated. There was just him and her.

When it was done, he wondered if he should apologize. He was relieved when he didn’t see fear or regret or anything to suggest she was upset in her eyes. Maybe she looked a little dazed, but in a sated way.

He smiled and shook his head, both pleased and surprised by the turn of events. He opened the door to the smell of the hot pizza he’d asked George to order for him at the last minute when they exited the car. Knowing George would have already arranged to pay for it, Jagger simply handed the delivery boy a tip.

“Thank you, sir.”

Jagger shut the door and made his way to the table. Chelsea stood in the room, buried in a large fluffy robe. Knowing she had nothing on underneath it heated his blood again. He imagined peeling her out of the thick, plush clothing, finding her soft, lush, honeysuckle-scented skin. But when he made eye contact, he saw wariness. God, she wasn’t regretting what they’d done, was she?

“You okay?”

She nodded. “Are we eating at the table?”

Jagger couldn’t imagine why that was a bad thing, but her tone suggested she didn’t like that idea. “Is there a reason we shouldn’t?”

She shrugged. “It’s just that we...you know…on it.”

Jagger would have laughed if he didn’t think it would embarrass or upset her. “We could eat in bed, instead.”

She blushed, and it was incredibly sweet.

“Or how about here?” He motioned with the pizza box toward the sitting area. There were two couches and a coffee table.

She nodded.

“Grab the champagne while you’re at it. I’ll get us some water from the bar. Unless you want something else? I’ve got the hard stuff or soda.”

“Water is fine.” She pulled the champagne from the bucket, along with their flutes.

Jagger set the pizza on the coffee table and went to the bar where a mini-fridge held cold drinks. He grabbed two bottles of water. Returning to the couch, he sat next to her. He handed her a water.

“Thank you.”

He set his hand on her knee, wanting desperately to push the robe aside. “You sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” All of a sudden, he wondered if maybe he’d been too rough.

She shook her head and gave a quiet laugh. “Hurt was the last thing I felt.”

Relief washed through him. “But?”

“I’m...I’m a little overwhelmed, I guess.”

Jagger frowned, not understanding what she meant, but knowing he didn’t like it. “Overwhelmed. Did I do something?”

She shook her head and then nodded slightly with a small smile. “Not something bad, but you don’t have to do anything, Jagger. Just being around you overwhelms me sometimes.”

Was that a compliment? “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m not upset and I don’t have any regrets, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

This time he took her hand and squeezed it. “You’re sure?”

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