Page 41 of Forbidden Wish

Time to enjoy him, to admire him, was snatched away by his hands on her body and his mouth returning to hers. Their kiss deepened, pushing her further into the abyss of arousal. All of her sang for him. Every single inch beckoned with a siren call meant only for his ears.

“Jagg,” she said again, writhing beneath him.

Kissing her cheekbone, her temple, her ear, his breath came before his words. “Want me to stop?” Already she could hear the pant in his tone, the desperation, the same aching need that lit her passion. “You’re vulnerable, it’s—”

“Don’t be a good guy now, Jagg,” she whined.

Experiencing this softer, more intimate side of him tumbled her into falling harder.

“You’re all I care about,” he said, rising to run his fingers from her throat, down through her cleavage to her belly. “I can wait for this.”

Grabbing the buttons of his jeans, one hard yank opened them all. “I can’t. I can’t wait…” Her body bowed, arching up, begging for him. “Please, baby.”

The burden of his concern lifted, relaxing his brow and he climbed backward off the side of the bed, removing her jeans in the process.

Naked.

She was naked.

And he was… looking.

Jagg. The man standing there, drinking her in, was Jagger Dunn. Tough. Unyielding. Determined Jagger Dunn.

As his gaze devoured her, she absorbed him too. Shirtless. Jeans open. Definition in that chest. The muscles of his stomach. He was in shape. Always had been. Much better shape than any regular guy. Was that because of the fighting? The life he used to live? If his past misdeeds loitered around every corner, threatening his life, he had to be ready for anything.

She raised her arm, holding out her hand, wishing for his. Though it was flattering to be adored from afar, she wanted him closer, wanted his body above hers. In hers. Taking her hand, he slid a knee onto the bed, using it to part her legs further as he came down on top of her, returning to their languorous kiss.

Jagg was more than what people thought of him. More than the reputation. More than just some thug or a guy who did whatever he wanted to earn easy money. Those days might be gone, but his rough edges endured. It wasn’t easy to shrug off a checkered past, just as it wasn’t easy to erase the scars it brought with it.

None of that mattered. Nothing outside that bed could get to them while they bathed in each other, submerging themselves in the speed of their fervent passion. She couldn’t bear to be without him anymore. The burden of desire needed to be lifted with release. Yes, release, relief. Moving beneath him, winding her legs tight around him, she needed him to complete her. All of him. Inside her. Completing her being with his.

His hips rose as her fingers tangled in his hair, aching to pull his mouth to hers. But he couldn’t. They couldn’t. Not while he… The push of him between her legs diverted her thoughts from his kiss. The dull throb of pressure rose to a zap of discomfort that he must’ve noticed.

“Baby—”

“Don’t be gentle,” she gasped, smiling through her haze of need.

With one hard shove, he gave her what she wanted. The overwhelming, torturous pleasure sent a clear signal of ownership throughout her. This man. This…

“Jagg,” she whined, her body writhing beneath his. “Oh, God, Jagg.”

The feral glint of satisfaction in his eyes also tainted the smile that twisted his lips. “How does that feel?”

“More amazing than you’ll ever know.”

She couldn’t keep still, even as he slid back to bow and kiss her, his cock only just remaining within her.

“Doesn’t feel as good as you around me,” he growled and slammed into her again, pleased to take her breath as his body consumed hers.

Life wasn’t the same. Would never be the same. Being joined with him revealed a secret, one she’d never known existed. Jagg was her other half. The moon and the sun and the whole goddamn—

“Jagg,” she yelped when orgasm hit. The word escaped her lips, probably too loud, but the whine of bliss that followed couldn’t be contained. “Oh, shit…” Another climax as the first climbed down. What he was doing to her, with his dick, with his fingertips, with those eyes locked onto her, it almost didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem fair. “Baby…”

With a grunt, he shunted up into her, gritting his teeth, summiting his own gratification. Shit. Goddamn. Fuck. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t even see straight.

As he exhaled and dropped onto his back beside her, the afterglow sent shivers of pleasure through her.

It must’ve been at least a minute before she even thought about attempting speech. She hesitated. He hadn’t said anything. Was the gravity of what they’d just done sinking in? He’d asked if she wanted to stop because she was vulnerable after her trauma. Wasn’t he vulnerable too? Caught in the emotion of fear for her safety, it might have clouded his judgment.

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