“Don’t care.”
“But tomorrow?—”
“I don’t care about tomorrow.” The sound of his gravelly voice sends a shiver of anticipation straight through me.
Well, all right then.
I open my thighs, cradling his waist and arching my back as he pushes my top even higher. Once my lacy bra is on fulldisplay, he burrows lower and tugs the cup to one side. The heat of his mouth shoots straight to my core as he sucks on my nipple, well-aware it has a direct line to my clit. I thread my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer, and wiggle beneath him. Friction. I need friction. Okay, that’s a lie. What I need is to feel him buried inside of me. The problem is, despite our current position, I’ve been informed Jagger has a strict no sex rule. Not before a fight, and tomorrow is his rematch with Ethan.
Sensing my reservations, he scrapes his teeth against my nipple, daring me to stay lost in my head instead of losing myself in the feel of his hands and mouth on me. He drives a hard bargain. The man knows exactly how to make me fall apart, and he’s barely touched me. Okay, barely is a bit of a stretch, but if he keeps grinding into me like this, I might seriously come, and we’re not even naked yet. I squeeze my eyes shut and tug on his hair, urging him to lift his head. When he does, I skate my hands along the nape of his neck and cup both sides of his handsome face, demanding his full attention. “Jagger.”
“Violet.”
Dammit! Why does he have to say my name like that? All raspy and sexy and…
Focus, Violet!
“I’m not sure if you remember, but a little bird told me?—”
“I don’t give a shit, Vi?—”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to regret?—”
Jagger swallows my protest and kisses me hard, driving his tongue between my lips the same way he does with his cock every time we’re together. It only turns me on more. How? How is it possible he knows exactly how to make me cave to his every whim? I can’t decide if it’s a talent or an omen. One I’d be smart to heed. I won’t, though. Honestly, if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s to grab hold of every moment. Every single one.
Giving in, I brush my fingers along his jaw, memorizing the slight scratch of his five o’clock shadow as he unbuttons my jeans. Maybe he’s over the whole no sex before a fight or it might jinx it thing. And if that’s the case, then I’m all for it. Besides, ever since the fallout with my dad, Jagger’s been…distracted, almost. Hell, this feels like he’s truly with me this time. And I’ve missed it. This intensity. Cool air kisses my exposed skin as he leans back on his haunches and drags off my pants. His coal black eyes somehow turn me into liquid when he takes in every inch of me sprawled beneath him.
“Jagger,” I whisper.
“When I first saw you,” he rasps, “I wanted to fuck you just to get you out of my head.” He bends closer and kisses my belly button, then moves lower to kiss my hip bones. “When I had you for the first time.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and rips the thin scrap of material off me. “I knew.”
My heart swells like the damn Grinch who stole Christmas as I stare down at him. Waiting. Because there are so many ways he can finish this sentence. So many ways he can tear me apart and put me back together again. So many ways he can heal me. Ways I didn’t even know needed healing until we first met. “Knew what?” I whisper.
He looks up at me from my core, his hot breath against my pussy. “Knew I’d never get enough of you.” Spreading my folds, he laps at my center with the flat of his tongue, and my back arches even more. The heat of his mouth is like an electric current and a warm blanket all wrapped into one. Too much, and not even close to enough.
“Yes,” I moan. “Jagger, I?—”
His fingers push into me as he teases my clit with his mouth like a damn puppet master. The hot pressure builds inside of me with every push of his fingers and brush of his tongue. It leaves me tingling and on edge and so damn turned on, it’s insane.How does he do it? How does he bring me to this point in no time at all? I yank on his hair, trying to push him off me and bring him closer, caught between needing more and feeling so overstimulated, I can barely think straight.
A low hum rumbles against me as he eats me out, fingering me and licking me until I’m a sopping mess. I don’t even care. This man’s mouth is fucking magic.
My hands tighten in his hair, and I writhe against him. Desperate. Needy. And so close to coming, I can almost taste it. “Yes,” I whimper. I squeeze my eyes shut until I swear I can see stars. “Yes, yes, yes?—”
He pulls away, his chin glistening with my pleasure as he reaches for the waistline of his black boxers. The ridge of his erection is outlined through the thin cotton, and I press my thighs together, feeling like I’m strung so tight I might literally snap. “Are you kidding me?” I squeal.
“Want to feel you come on my cock.” The sight of his flexing abs cuts through my lust-induced haze, and I push up onto my elbows, more sexually frustrated than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. If blue balls are a thing for girls, I’m going to have it unless the man puts me out of my misery. Stat. Part of me wants to slide my hand down my body and finish what he started all by myself just to prove a point. Until his heavy cock comes into view.
I bite the edge of my lip and spread my legs again. Okay, yeah. That’ll do. That’ll definitely do. I want to feel him inside me so bad. Feel him split me in freaking two with that thing. My hips lift as if they have a mind of their own, and I lay back down, raising my arms and threading them around him until the heat of his body is like a weighted blanket against me.
He groans. “Need to grab a condom, Little Thief.”
“I thought you said you want to feel me come on your cock?”
Balancing on his forearms on either side of my head, he quirks a brow, studying me.
“Are you clean?” I ask.
“Vi—”
