“Don’t play with me. My dick is the onlypieceyou get.” I shudder when his teeth connect with my shoulder.
I fear I’ve awakened the beast when his hand squeezes my boob. My nipple betrays me like we didn’t get beat up yesterday. Who am I kidding, if he wanted some right now I’d comply, carefully.
“You don’t want to keep trying me like that, Sweet Baby. It makes me horny.”
Jagger isn’t wired correctly and I’m surprised to realize I find it arousing. I’m not sure when or how, but I’ll test it out one day.
“Noted.”
We perform our morning routines while we wait for our food. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten up just to go back to bed but if Jagger wants to cuddle, I cannot complain. Jagger returns to our room with the bag of food. He didn’t bother to put on a shirt, his hair is still mussed, and the smirk he gives me is relaxed and boyish. It is strange but that smile alone somehow assures me that we can make this marriage work.
“You’re looking at me like you want me,” he teases as he moves to the balcony and opens the door.
“Would you want me to look at you any other way?”
His warm brown eyes study me as if he’s deeply considering something. The way he looks at me when he makes a decision heats me up from within and makes my heart flutter.
“It’s good for now, Let’s eat on the balcony.”
I grab the offered hand and he leads me to my seat. We have the same meal. I opted to try his favorite breakfast from his favorite breakfast spot. Steak -medium rare- and eggs are not my go to breakfast choices but it’s delicious. I added potatoes and one huge blueberry pancake for us to share.
The mid-morning sun lighting the ocean and highlighting the beach in the distance makes for a peaceful view. It’d be perfect if I didn’t have the feeling that I’ve learned to ignore but it never goes away.
“Come here, Karessa,” Jagger demands as he scoots back his chair until its back rests against the wall.
“But the paparazzi is out,” I protest, ignoring the way my skin prickles since I’ve mentioned them; I hate how they still stalk us.
“I don’t care if we’re in a room with a thousand people, come to your man when he calls you.”
His statement is arousing, more so, it’s surreal. Jagger Hanlon is my man. Myhusband.I’d gone from hopelessly single to married in less than a month. My eyes drop down to the ring on my left hand.Yup married. Rising, I go to him like he asked.
“Straddle me. If they want to follow around the princess, I say she gives them a show.”
Smirking, I lower myself onto his thighs. Jagger grabs my hips and pulls me closer until I’m bracing myself with my palms on his chest. “I thought you said to let them miss us.”
Jagger’s face scrunches in the way that tells me he’s back on his bullshit. “They started it.”
He grabs my throat and pulls me into one of his Jagger Kisses; that’s the only way I can explain the intense, demanding, yet gentle way his lips attack me. Everything ceases to matter beyond the way his lips, licks, and nips make me feel. I lean into his kiss but am still restricted by his hand on my throat.
“Fuck, Karessa." His utterance is a cross between frustration and arousal as he plants kisses along my jaw. "Every time I tell myself that I'll be a gentleman or decide to let you rest, you do something to get fucked."
"I was just sitting there…" I begin to point out but he pulls me closer until his erection is poking me.
Jagger's soulful eyes connect with mine and flecks of gold swim in those brown depths. He's dangerous. Being the only woman in his orbit could make me fall fast and hard but a broken heart doesn't heal overnight. There’s so much to learn about him. His hand slips between us to tease me through my shorts and kills all other thoughts.
“That’s provocation enough,” he admits before he steals another kiss. Ah, he did it again. His hand presses harder, stroking me.
“Say it again,” I beg between moans. Jagger is driving me crazy by only giving me enough to crave more.
“Pro-vo-cation.” His voice makes me shudder. I grind my hips trying to get more. He moans when my fingers dig into his biceps. “That’s it, get dirty for the public.”
“Jagger,” I try to protest but the way he’s touching me is distracting.
“I should fuck you right now, so they won’t have any doubts about what we’re doing.”
It’s more arousing than it should be, but the thought of being watched is hot now since I’ve already experienced it.
Jagger releases my throat and deepens the kiss to what I’ve been craving. He leans forward and my hands find his hair. I have a theory I want to test. Jagger groans hard when I yank his hair.He likes pain.With a hard squeeze of my ass, he’s up and we’re on the move.
