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“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.”
Chapter 14
Chelsea’s muscles felt like noodles. Her thighs burned from riding him so hard, so fast. Her lungs burned with the effort to pull in oxygen. But, great day, did she feel good. She’d always known Jagger would satisfy her, but she hadn’t imagined how intense it would be.
She started to roll off him.
“Where you going?” His eyes were closed as his breath continued to come in sharp gasps.
“I’m lying on your lungs. It makes it harder to breathe.”
“I don’t need to breathe.” His arm wrapped around her back, holding her in place. One blue eye peeked open. “I feel like I ran a marathon.”
“Me too.” She wanted to ask him if he’d ever felt like that with any other women, but held her tongue. She didn’t want to reveal her insecurity. Plus, he was sensitive about his past.
She shifted just enough that she could look down and see thecolorful phoenix emblazed on his side. She ran her fingers over the wings. “It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
“How long have you had it?”
He took in a deep breath, but she couldn’t be sure whether it was part of the aftermath of sex or he didn’t want to talk about his tattoo. “About eighteen months.”
She thought back to where he might have been at that time. He’d only been in Charlotte Tavern for a year, but she knew he’d moved there after his had grandfather died and he’d become Kaden’s guardian. He’d changed his life completely. Earlier in the night, he’d gotten angry at her for continuing to think of him as playboy Jagger. His words came back to her. “I’m not that man anymore.”
She lifted her gaze from where she traced the fire from which the phoenix was rising. “You’re a new man. The phoenix is a symbol of rebirth.”
He shrugged and again she was left wondering why he seemed hesitant to talk about it. He sighed. “You’re going to find this hard to believe since my past was about partying, but I’ve always towed the Talbot line. I did what I was told, and lived the wild lifestyle of the other men in my family. Then I walked away from that. It makes my father nuts.”
“You’re such a rebel.”
His lips twitched upward. “Yes, moving to a sleepy Southern town to play father to a five year old is rebellious.”
“In your case it is.”
“The tattoo I did on a whim. A symbol of leaving that life for a new one. Or maybe it was my last hurrah. I drank a little too much that night. What about you? What have you done that was rebellious?”
She was going to say marrying him was her big rebellion, but was afraid he might misinterpret her. “I just had sex on a dining table.”
He grinned. “Did you like it?”
“It wasn’t bad.”
He growled. “Wasn’t bad?” He grabbed her and rolled until she was underneath him. “I have some work to do then.” He ran his stubbled cheek along her collarbone. “I think you said you like my stubble on your skin.”
Chelsea’s heart rate shot up at his devilish tone.
“I wonder if you’d like it along here.” He dragged his cheek lower and lower.
“Great day,” she gasped.
