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“It’s gonna be.” He moved down her abdomen. “Open for me, Chelsea.”
She did. And it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was deliciously, mind-blowingly perfect.
Chelsea studiedherself in the bathroom mirror. As morning afters went, this one was a doozy. Her hips were sore and she had love marks on her collarbone and inner thighs. Little red splotches marked her skin where he used his stubble to arouse her. She lifted her gaze to her face and couldn’t stop a nervous laugh from escaping. She was shamelessly naughty herself, wondering if Jagger had love bites from her.
“Chels? You okay in there?”
“Yes.” She re-tied her robe then reached over to open the door. As he came in, she picked up her brush to wrangle her mess of waves into order.
“You’re not going to give me the cold shoulder again are you?” Jagger stepped behind her, watching her through the mirror.
“Does it feel cold?” She let the robe drop from her shoulder.
Jagger’s hand caressed the smooth exposed skin, following withhis lips in gentle seductive kisses. “Your shoulders are so soft.”
Her hand reached behind her and cupped him. “You’re not.”
He ground his hips against her hand. “I never am around you.” He turned her in his arms, his hips pushing her back against the vanity. Her eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. She gasped when he lifted her to sit on the table and insinuated himself between her legs. His hands slid up her legs, pushing the robe open as they did.
“Here?” All her girly parts fluttered to life.
He grinned as he reached into his robe pocket, pulling out the condom he’d stored there.
“Were you a boy scout?”
“No. But I believe in being prepared.”
She plucked the condom from his fingers. One dark brow rose at her action. “Strip.”
“Yes ma’am.” His robe pooled at his feet. “When we’re done here, we can try the shower.”
Her fingers traced the phoenix, sliding lower and lower until they brushed over the silky, hard length of him.
“Chelsea.” He groaned, grabbing the condom back, and with quick hands, sheathed himself.
She wrapped her hands around his shoulders. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the rational Chelsea was trying to warn her that letting down her guard with Jagger was a mistake. But as Jagger stepped between her thighs and slid into her in one long, delicious glide, rationality was silenced.
Jagger followedKaden and Chelsea through the front door. After his and Chelsea’s honeymoon night, they’d spent the next morning naked until lunchtime. Then they returned to the penthouse andspent the day at the zoo and park with Kaden. Jagger worried Chelsea’s willingness to let him touch her would end once they left the hotel, but the next night, back at the penthouse, once everyone was asleep, she gave in to him again.
Now, a day later, they were back at the estate in Virginia. He stopped in the middle of the foyer as realization hit: they were a family. Or at least a semblance of one. Kaden wasn’t his son, but the biology didn’t change Jagger’s love or desire to be Kaden’s father. Chelsea was his wife in every way, except for one: They weren’t in love. They liked each other, were working as a team to achieve their goals, and, even better, they were compatible in bed. More than compatible. Jagger had slept with many women, but none had ever so completely possessed him. Could this relationship grow into more?
“Forget something?” Chelsea waited for him at the bottom of the stairs.
“No. Just glad to be home.”
“Can we go swimming?” Kaden called from the top of the stairs.
“I have to check on the horses, but after that we can.” Jagger started up the stairs behind Chelsea.
“I can take him.”
Jagger couldn’t stop himself from grinning as an image of Chelsea in a bathing suit seared his brain.
“Yay!” Kaden ran off toward his room.
Jagger and Chelsea continued up the stairs and toward their room. Once inside, Jagger took her arm and pulled her to him. “I’d like to see you in a swimsuit.”
“I’m swimming with Kaden, so you’ll need to keep your hands and ogling to yourself.”
