“What is it you think I need?”
His eyes moved back and forth, staring into mine. “A first time the way it should’ve been for you. Not the way I like it.”
He might not have thought he was a romantic, but I felt what he said in my heart. Jagger Langston had a hard shell, but inside was a soft center. His words brought a wave of emotions, and I tasted salt in my throat before nodding. “Okay.” I leaned forward a little more until our faces were inches apart. “It’s a deal. Now how about a kiss? Would that gross you out after what we just did?”
He licked his lips with a sinful smile. “Nothing about you grosses me out, sweetheart.”
I inwardly swooned at the term of endearment. But didn’t want him to see me getting all googly-eyed already. Instead, I tilted my head coyly. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He groaned, yet his smile widened. “You’re gonna be trouble.”
I opened my mouth with a witty retort in mind, but I never got the chance to share it. Jagger gripped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and pulled me to him. His lips sealed over mine, and I melted into him. His tongue nudged my mouth open and dipped inside. He tasted insanely good, and the aggressiveness of his kiss, the way he dictated control in every way, had me sighing into hismouth. Jagger was still kneeling on one foot. He hooked an arm around my waist, slid me from the couch, and positioned me to straddle his knee.
I was in a complete lust-induced daze already, but when his fingers dug into my hips and he started to grind me back and forth on his leg—holy shit.My swollen clit had been desperate for friction, and it didn’t take long before I was throbbing. My orgasm was so close, I started shamelessly gyrating my hips and riding his leg. But just when I thought I might fly over the edge, Jagger stopped, leaving me panting.
“Why are you stopping?”
He scooped me into his arms and rose to his feet. “Because I want you needy when you’re beneath me.”
CHAPTER 19
Sutton
I had been so bold tonight, but as I stood in Jagger’s bedroom, a rush of nerves washed over me. The lights were off, though the room was still illuminated enough from the glow of the lighting outside to see clearly. Jagger walked to the French doors and opened them, letting in the tranquil sound of crashing waves before coming to me and taking my hand. He lifted it toward his lips, but stopped before reaching his mouth.
“You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
I shook my head.
He frowned. “Do you want to go back downstairs? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No, no.” I shook my head vigorously. “Definitely not. I want this very much. I’m just…nervous, I guess.”
He squeezed my hand and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. Crouching down in front of me, he stroked my skin with his thumb. “Talk to me. What are you nervous about?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just made sex this big thing in my head, and it feels overwhelming.”
“I can understand that.” He nodded. “We’ll take it slow. Is there anything else? Are you sure you don’t have any doubts?”
“Not really. Although now that I’ve seen the size of that thing in your pants, I might be questioning if maybe I should start with the beginner size and not jump right to the expert level.”
Jagger chuckled.
My mind drifted, and I stayed quiet for a moment. When I spoke again, my voice was barely a whisper. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“When was the last time you made love to someone, rather than—you know, had sex?”
He squeezed my hand, prompting me to meet his eyes. “Tonight might be a first for both of us.”
Oh wow.
Jagger smiled. “You’ve stopped shaking.”
I hadn’t even realized. “I guess I did.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead before standing and moving toward the nightstand. “I’m guessing you’re not on the pill?”
