Page 78 of Wed to You

“I can get a bike, but it’s a little warm for leather.” He cocked his head. “If I don’t seem like a Jagger, what do I seem like?”

She grinned. “Lucian. Something the devil would be named.”

One brow rose and finally, he relaxed. “The devil.”

She nodded. “Sexy devil.”

Both brows popped up. “Sexy, huh?”

“Very. Extremely.”

“Are you sure? Because we’re just sitting here talking when we could be doing something sexily devilish.” His hands gripped her hips, urging her to take control again.

Her smile was coy and seductive as she leaned forward and kissed him. Taking charge, her soft sweet lips glided over his. She slid her cheek along his beard. “I love how your stubble feels against my skin.”

Her words sent fire through his veins. He gripped her tighter, wanting to take back control, but she stopped him. “It’s my turn, remember?”

He nodded, unable to speak because his throat had turned to sandpaper. Her fingers skimmed over his chest, flicking over his nipples until he thought he’d come out of his skin. Her lips and tongue followed. She wasn’t the first women to lead in bed, but this was different. Something shifted, as if his world had tilted off its axis.

Her fingers traced the phoenix, gliding lower and lower, until she brushed over the silken, hard length of him.

He groaned. “Chelsea.”

She grinned at him. Fortunately, she didn’t plan to torture him. She reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bedside table earlier, tore open the packet, and rolled it over him.

He checked to make sure she’d left room at the tip to avoid a mishap. “You’ve done this before.” The idea of it both excited and annoyed him. He knew he wasn’t her first, but the idea of her toying with, teasing another man didn’t sit well.

“I told you I wasn’t a virgin.”

Pushing that thought away as well, he levered up, digging his fingers into her thick, wild hair. “What do you want?” His words brushed against her ear, as his erection, hard and hot, pulsed against her belly.

“You.”

He lifted his head, looking into her deep brown eyes, clouded with desire. “Show me.”

Her eyes flashed with erotic heat. She gripped his erection, guided herself over him, and sank down.

“Oh, Christ yes.” A mixture of relief and desperation overtook him. The pleasure of her body wrapping around his, hot and pulsing, consumed him. Then she started to move, keeping her movements slow and steady, while what he wanted, needed, was fast and hard.

“Are you punishing me?” His lips found her breast and bit lightly. “Because what you’re doing is torture.”

She slid her fingers through his hair, holding his lips close to her breasts. “It’s so good.” She managed. “Too good to hurry.”

He groaned, his hands coming to her hips, gripping tighter, but not pushing her to move faster. He’d let her set the pace despite the fact that he was delirious with the need for release.

She continued to move, slow and steady, but with each glide of friction, she let out a gasp that told him her need for release was ratcheting up and up.

“Let go, Chelsea. Please. ” He’d never begged before, but he was quickly careening to his limit. She rose and dropped over him, harder. She did it again, faster. Harder, faster. Harder, faster.

“Yes. Good Christ, yes.” Jagger’s fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hips, now helping her move in the sweetest friction he’d ever felt.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, and her head dropped back as she let her body seek the release it needed. Her hair tumbled in messy, sexy auburn waves down her back. Her skin, damp with perspiration, held a rosy hue. He wished he could capture the image of her on canvas as she was the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen.

“Oh God, Jagger.” Her breath bellowed in and out and her fingers gripped his shoulders painfully. Then she reached the pinnacle and cried out.

Her body clamped around him so tight, he swore he saw stars. His release was barreling to the end, like a speeding train that couldn’t be stopped or controlled. Unable to hold off any longer, he let go, his own pleasure ripping through him in a violent burst. He chanted “yes,” while she continued to milk him and together, they rode the storm until she collapsed.

“No.” She murmured and kissed his cheek. “No, you’re not disappointed.”

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