Page 76 of Jagger

“Mmm… Let me think. I don’t have a swimsuit.” Her words were little more than a ragged whisper. If she was trying to arouse me, it was working.

“Who needs a swimsuit?” I tugged on her coat, yanking her against me with enough force that she smacked her hands against my chest.

“What are you doing?”

I tilted her into a slight arch. “Do we need to keep going over that? Taking you. Which is all I want or need right now. Say no and you’ll see what happens.”

“I think I’ll tell you no just to do exactly that.”

“So you’re telling me no?” I challenged.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, grumpy guy. Do I need to spell the word for you?”

Dropping my head, I blew across her face a few times. She moaned, but the sound was meant to tease me. My balls were already blue from the intense craving.

“Your actions and disobedience have consequences.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her two little words were nothing more than a purr.

“Oh. Yeah.”

Bella rose onto her toes, planting one hot kiss on my lips, her actions forceful enough she managed to open my mouth, driving her tongue deep inside. Why was it that the taste of her was somehow better in the frigid temperatures? I wasn’t usually the kind of man to enjoy all this taunting foreplay, but my mind needed the break from the dark craving.

I would handle Joel Brockford myself. She would never need to cower in fear or worry the bastard would ever touch her daughter again.

But there was nothing I could do right now.

It was time to play.

And show her who was boss.

I allowed her kiss, enjoying the way the light breeze whipped across my skin, the softness of her lips and the building excitement from both of us letting go. But as usual, my patience was waning.

She shoved me away, slip sliding on the snow immediately. Her laugh floated into the night sky, the sound sweeter than ever before. As soon as she started to rip off her clothes, her boots going first, I did the same.

We might be nuts doing something like this, but it almost felt like I was a young man again, experiencing the joy of tasting a woman for the first time. She had that kind of effect on me.

When she was completely naked, she jumped through the remaining snow in her attempt to get to the hot tub. I was having none of it. She was such a tiny thing in comparison to my big, bulking body that all I had to do was reach out with one arm, lifting her off her feet and crowding her against me.

I had a distinct advantage.

She was naked.

I still had my boots on.

No cold feet.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” she squealed softly so as not to wake the sleeping child.

“Oh, yes, I do.” I started humming, another first in my lonely world, and brushed snow off the railing of the deck. When I planted her over the edge, the look she gave me was a clear indication she would lay in wait.

But without a doubt she would get me back.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“Wouldn’t I? You’ll learn I’m a man of my word.”

With that, I brought down my hand on her naked bottom.

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