“How’s the head?” He had to ask. Jagger had to be positivelycertainthis wouldn’t cause her more harm than good.
“I’m fine.” She gave him a pointed look, her face already washed clean of the makeup she’d worn to the club. “Headache’s almost gone.”
Her expression was a silent dare. A challenge he could either accept or deny. While Jagger was nothing if not a gentleman at heart, Talia wasn’t a wilting flower. And she sure as shit wasn’t a delicate doll made of glass.
This woman was a warrior, much like him and his team. If she said she was fine, he needed to take her at her word.
“You gonna stand there and stare, or join me under the shower while there’s still plenty of hot water to go around?”
Talia began working a bar of soap into a thick, white lather before lowering her hands and exposing her breasts. Even better than his fantasies—and there had been many—the twin globes were full and firm. Her erect nipples were the color of dusty rose, matching perfectly with the small, circular area surrounding them.
He took a step forward. And then he took another. Jagger’s dampened feet stopped just shy of letting the tip of his protruding cock come into contact with her flat, lower belly.
Even before this moment, Jagger could tell Talia kept herself in mission-ready shape. But without her clothes…
Lord have mercy.
She literally took his breath away.
He took the soap from her hands, his chest growing tight as their fingers touched. “Turn around,” he ordered softly.
She didn’t hesitate to do as he’d asked.
Jagger used his free hand to move her long, damp locks over one shoulder so they rested against her chest. With her thick, dark hair out of the way, he lifted the bar and began to gently glide it back and forth over her skin.
The back of her neck. Her delicate shoulders. Along her spine and the feminine curve of her waist. Talia’s back stiffened and she sucked in an audible breath when he moved lower, teasing the firm, rounded muscles of her perfectly heart-shaped ass.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to say fuck it and finally take her the way he’d imagined in his fantasies. This woman may be a badass operative in the field, but she was still a woman at her core.
Talia deserved to be treated with reverence and respect. She needed gentleness and caring, not some Neanderthal who only cared about getting off. While diving deep into her tempting body was on the evening’s agenda, Jagger willed himself to takehis time and hopefully make her forget every other man from her past.
She turned to face him, the shower’s full, soothing stream raining down between their bodies. Without a word, she took the soap from his hand and set it on the built-in shelf beside her.
“I don’t need flowers and moonlight, Jagger.” The enticing woman seemed to have read his mind. “I just need you.” She moved in close, pressing the entire front of her body up against his. “Just this.” Talia reached up and pulled his mouth to hers.
She took control of the kiss, and he let her.
Whatever she needs.
As far as Jagger was concerned, he’d already won, so he made the conscious decision to let her take the lead.
Talia deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling and dancing with his in the most delectable way. Droplets of water splashed on and around them, but neither seemed to care. They were too busy feasting on one another to pay any attention to anything other than each other.
She stepped back a few inches, just enough to allow room for her hands to wander. They teasingly slid from his shoulders and down the length of his arms. Talia lifted them back up, placing her palms along his chest. His abs. His hips.
Moving inward, she took his erection into her fist. Her other hand cupped the delicate skin beneath his aching shaft.
Jagger sucked in a breath, the sound mixing with the water’s soothing, steady timbre. Of their own accord, his lids fell shut, and he gave himself over to her.
The clean, fresh scent of the soap hung heavily in the humid air. But his focus was on the way her hands were expertly working his cock.
Oh, yeah.
A deep moan escaped as she squeezed a bit tighter. Her lips followed a tantalizing trail from his mouth, along the side of hisneck, and continuing down to one of his nipples. Jagger moaned again when she teased the tiny bud with her teeth. And when she bent down to replace her hand with her mouth, he thought he’d come unglued.
I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
Talia slid her luscious lips around the pulsing tip before taking damn near his entire length into the molten heat of her mouth. He threw his head back as she began sucking him, slowly at first. Her tongue playing his body like a finely tuned instrument in tandem with the torturous suction.
