“Yes. I had an association meeting inDC.”
“Where do you live?” When she pulled her hand from his, a chill ran throughhim.
“I recently moved to California.” He didn’t touch her again, onpurpose.
Arching a brow, she broke eye contact. A few seconds later, she stepped close enough for him to appreciate the faint smell of herarousal.
“How can you claim your prize if you don’t live around here?” Her voice had dropped. She stopped fidgeting. A sense of calm and determination streamed from hereyes.
“And what, exactly, is my prize,Raven?”
Her gaze floated over his face, pausing on his mouth. Her breathing had shifted and her lipsparted.
“Iam.”
More than anything, he wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her, then drive himself inside her until they both surrendered to the ecstasy. And then, he wanted to do it again. Stopping only when the morning light streamed through the hotelwindows.
“Excuse me, Mr. Loving,” said the head attendant. “We’re done, sir. Have a good evening.” The staff left, quietly closing the suite door behindthem.
But Jagger hadn’t paid for a fuck and he wanted to make that perfectly clear. If need be, he’d walk. Wouldn’t be the firsttime.
“Raven, that’s not why I invited youhere—”
Her mouth was on his, her arms wrapping his back, stroking him with a raw, ravenous need that sent energy pounding his groin. Their breathing quickened. The kiss was greedy, reckless, andrough.
Groaning into her, he opened his mouth and she pressed her tongue to his. The grittiness of her throaty sounds turned the heat level way up. His pulse quickened, his cock throbbed against hisboxers.
He threaded one hand around the back of her neck and anchored the other on her ass. This time, her whimper sent more blood to his aching erection while her fingers dug into his hair. Every urge commanded he yank up her gown and drive himself inside her. The intensity of their embrace demanded it. But for reasons he couldn’t process in the heat of the moment, he didn’t want to nail her. Not yet,anyway.
Breaking the kiss, he gasped for air. “Raven—” he growled. He needed to slow thisdown.
Her lips were red, ripe. Her bright eyes full of want. Her chest expanded with every labored breath. This woman would be his undoing and he couldn’t become undone fastenough.
She came at him again, but this time the kiss was soft, tender. Her warm mouth melded to his and a tiny smile floated on her lips. He felt it and he saw it. Neither closed their eyes. He smiled back. Goddammit, he was always, always in control, especially in the bedroom, but this sweet, sexy woman had him hanging—dangling—on her everymove.
“I have a proposition,” she whispered. “One night. No expectations. No strings. We share a fantasy. If the other agrees, we doit.”
He drew her close. Kissed her. “Tell me. What do youneed?”
She seemed to draw strength from that question. “You, in my mouth,” she said with an urgency he hadn’t expected. “And I want you on abeach.”
Thatimage turned his already hard cock to granite. “Come visit me in California. Lots of beautiful beaches to choosefrom.”
Her playful expression fell. “Nothing past tonight, so we’ll have to improvise.” She stroked the cotton covering his erection. “Tell me your dirtydreams.”
“Eating you until you beg for a release tops my list.” He brushed his lips to hers. "Mirror sex. I want to watchus.”
Her expression faltered. Maybe he’d said too much. “I’m not on the pill. I’ll assume you havecondoms.”
He loved an honest, direct woman. Sadly, he’d encountered so few. He could let a little white lie here and there slip through the cracks, but over the years, he’d met women who’d fed him one hell of a story. But Raven put it all outthere.
“I have acondom.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Justone?”
He drew her into his arms. “How many do youneed?”
The uneasiness floated away with her smile. “Two. We each get onefantasy.”
