“My escape from Ravens Hollow,” Jagger says matter-of-factly as he leads me across the lawn and down onto the dock. “Less scared now?”
I search his face, trying to work out what his angle is here. “Still not convinced you’re not about to murder me and dispose of my body in the lake,” I respond only half seriously, but this place is secluded. If he wanted to get rid of me, no one would hear me scream.
His forehead creases. “Has anyone ever told you that you have major trust issues?”
Not needing to be guided by him anymore, I pull out of his grip on me and move down the dock, looking out over the water lit up by the moon. “Yeah, well, you have major control issues, so I guess that makes us even.”
I feel him right behind me. One hand skates down my side, stopping on my hip; the other moves around my front, pulling me back into his body. It’s like he can’t help but touch me, and I know his touch ignites something inside of me. I don’t get this dynamic at all. I should hate him for being such a jerk on the regular, but I crave his skin on mine way too much. “I’ve never brought a girl here before,” he admits.
I stiffen in his hold, not sure what to make of that comment or even why he’s telling me as much. I know from what Sloane said, he was seeing someone right before I arrived in town, and it ended with him pissed it was over. “Why? Didn’t feel like scaring the shit out of your past girlfriends?”
“Girlfriends.” He huffs out a laugh.
I regret having opened my mouth immediately.
“Never found someone I wanted to bring to my sacred place.” In one quick move, he turns me so I’m facing him, forced to look up into his dark eyes. He sucks in ragged breaths like he’s trying to control himself.
I blink up at him, my heart racing faster than it should be, but this is what he does to me. He makes me giddy. “What do you want with me, Jagger?” I whisper, having to force the words from my mouth, trying to keep some control here.
His hand brushes over the side of my face, and I shiver, his touch igniting something that spreads all the way through me. “What do you want with me, flower?”
I blink back at him, not sure how to answer. Oh, there are so many things I want from him, all sexual of course, but I can’t tell him that. I won’t show him my desperation to have his lips on me again. “Who says I want anything with you?”
He huffs out a laugh. His hand moves to my wrist; he presses his fingers in more firmly than I expected, and I wonder what on earth he’s doing. “Your heart races for me.”
Damn him, he’s good. Not smooth like Asher, but he knows what he’s doing to me just the same. “Only because you scare me.”
“I scare you, do I, sweetheart?” He releases my wrist, his fingers trailing over my dress, down my stomach and over the soft chiffon fabric.
I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat, but that only makes his eyes light up with excitement. He wants me like this, all on edge for him.
He continues his slow movement down and over my hips until his hand slips under the hem of my dress, his fingertips brushing over my bare thigh.
I suck in a ragged breath, feeling faint suddenly. What on earth is he doing to me?
He cups me down there, his fingertips stroking gently in a way that drives me wild. Then he tilts his head, and his lips twist up at the sides almost cruelly. “Do I scare you so bad your sweet little cunt drips for me?”
Oh, fuck, he didn’t just ask me that, did he? But the way he’s looking back at me, all smug and shit, I know he did. “Umm… I’m not wet for you.”
“You’re not a good liar, flower.” His eyes stroll leisurely down my face, taking in every detail as his finger slips under my panties, dusting over my clit before feeling his way through my soaking-wet pussy. There is no denying how my body reacts to him, not with his hand right there, even so I tilt my head up defiantly. There is no way in hell I’m going to admit it to him. “How about we make a wager?” He pushes a finger deep inside me.
My knees buckle, but he holds me with his other hand, looking dead into my eyes. “W-what?” I stutter, my brain short-circuiting.
His twisted smile breaks into an all-out grin, and I get a sinking feeling that whatever Jagger’s idea of fun is edges on the side of deranged. “If you can make it to the house before me. You can have your idea of a romantic date. Since you crave it so terribly.” He brushes a strand of hair over my shoulder. “If I catch you, though, you’re mine to do with as I please. Just like you would be in the private suites.”His finger is still deep inside me. He has to know I’m in no position to make a wager with him. And like he does, he pushes it deep inside me once more.
I groan, unable to help it. “Jagger,” I try to warn him, but it’s more of a moan of pleasure.
“I’ll give you a head start.” He pulls his finger free, sliding my juices down the inside of my leg as if to prove how turned on I am.
I glance over my shoulder. The house doesn’t look all that far away. The length of the jetty, the lawn out front, then the pebble path and stairs. I would have to sprint to beat him, but I’m fast. A strange thrill of anticipation runs through me, and I know I want to at least try. What’s the worst that can happen? I’m his for the night. He’s a devil in the bedroom. I will not be complaining if he wants to eat my pussy until I cum then screw me until I fall apart again. This man is what girls’ wet dreams are made of. “What if I don’t want to play your game? You’re going to give me a date anyway, aren’t you? That’s why you brought me here?”
He raises a brow, that damn smirk still on his face. “Maybe this is as good as it gets if you date me.” His head lowers, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “A secluded location where no one can hear your screams of pain and pleasure.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my pussy sitting up and taking notice of his dirty words as she throbs with anticipation. This man and his damn dirty mouth, and he knows what it does to me. “So, I win, you will give me whatever I want for the date, all the girly mushy stuff and all.”
His eyes run over my face. “If that’s what you want.”
“Okay,” I agree. Then I turn and start running as fast as my little legs will take me, hoping to catch him off guard. Yeah, he said he would give me a head start, but this man doesn’t like to lose; he’s only settingthis wager up so he gets what he wants, and I’m not for that. If I have to cheat a little to win, so be it.
