Jagger’s breathing picked up. His pulse became quickened inside his veins, and his heart felt as though it was trying his damnedest to break free. It had been a long damn time since he’d been with a woman, but it had never, ever felt like this.
His lower back tingled as the telltale fluttering began to build deep inside his gut. He could tell he was already close. If he didn’t put a stop to what she was doing, right the hell now, it would be over before they’d ever truly began.
Not. Happening.
He reached for her shoulders, steadying them both as he pulled himself free. Disappointment filled Talia’s beautiful, golden brown eyes, prompting a quick but succinct explanation.
“You keep doing that, we’ll never make it to the best part.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her disappointment appeared to morph into curiosity. “I don’t know.” A slight shrug. “I thought that was going pretty damn well.”
“Too well.” He pulled her to him with a grin.
Talia giggled. “I mean, at least you were enjoying it.”
The woman had no idea. Within seconds, the talented vixen had him precariously close to the edge. But as much as he wanted to get there, Jagger needed to make sure she was taken care of first.
It was, after all, the gentlemanly thing to do.
“Let’s see how you enjoy this.”
Jagger bent down and brought his lips to the pulse point of her neck. Talia gasped, tilting her head to the side as he playfully sucked and nibbled her there. And when he brought a hand to her smooth, bare sex, he felt the bite of her short nails digging into the skin at his sides.
With gentle movements, he slowly pushed a finger deep inside. Talia cried out at the welcomed intrusion, moaning loudly when he immediately added a second digit.
In and out, he continued thrusting his hand between her opened thighs. Jagger kept the thrusts steady at first, doing all he could to create as much pleasure as possible for the woman in his arms.
Before long, he could hear the sound of Talia’s heady breaths. They came faster. Harder. When her silky core tightened around his fingers, he knew she was close. And since tonight was all about her…
Jagger continued to work her with his hand, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. He read her body like a how-to manual. Taking cues from her moans and the way her fingernails dug into his skin, he quickly learned all the right places—and the ways in which—she liked to be touched.
Bending down, he took one of her hardened nipples between his lips. Talia’s hand fisted the drenched hair on the back of his head as he toyed with the distended bud.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted.
He could feel her orgasm approaching. Pumping his fingers rhythmically inside her he used his thumb to strum her swollen and greedy clit. The combination proved lethal, and within seconds, Talia began to fly.
Her head fell back, her lips parting as a low, keening sound escaped from her throat. Even if he wanted to, Jagger couldn’t take his eyes off her. Luckily, he had no desire to. look away.
In the field. In the office. On the big screen in his team’s conference room. It didn’t matter where the woman was or what she was wearing, Talia always looked stunning in his eyes. Seeing her in the throes of a passionate, uninhibited release was an experience even he couldn’t have prepared for.
The way she looked. The sounds she’d made. How her body reacted so fully and completely to his every touch.
Jagger committed the moment to the deepest corners of his memory. Because it was one he never,everwanted to forget.
Though he hated to, he slid his hand free from her quivering form. He held her steady, placing both hands on her hips before pulling her into his warm, wet embrace.
“That was…” she started to say but couldn’t seem to find the rest of her words.
Jagger smiled as he brought his lips to hers once more. “Beautiful,” he finished for her.
It was the closest he could come to describing the scene he’d just witnessed.
She lifted her head to bring her sated gaze to his. Talia started to reach a hand between their bodies, but he stopped her mid-reach.
“Not here.” He brushed a few wet strands from her forehead.
“My bed?”
