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“Is it a phoenix?”
“Yes.” Still unable to decipher her reaction, his libido calmed.
She studied the colorful markings like she’d never seen anything like it before. Her head lifted, her gaze capturing his. “It fits your name.”
Maybe the sex hormones were addling his brain, because he had no clue what she was saying.
“Jaggers have tattoos. Usually they ride motorcycles and wear leather jackets, too.”
“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.
