Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He broke the kiss long enough to yank it over his head. Lightning flashed, giving me glimpses of what my fingers were discovering. A landscape of ink and scars mapped across his torso and arms tempted me with what I couldn’t see.
“Christ,” he muttered against my neck as my shirt joined his on the floor. His hands skimmed up my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I should… stop --”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I breathed, pulling him back to kiss me again.
He shifted me in his grip so he could stand, lifting me like I weighed nothing. Once on his feet, he urged me to wrap my legs around his waist as he made three steps before stopping abruptly.
He groaned. “I don’t…” He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.
“What is it?” I put my hand on his face, stroking his beard, trying to comfort him.
“Bedroom.” It was more a demand than a request for directions and I nearly smiled. “Ain’t takin’ you the first time on the fuckin’ couch, Ada. Knight would kill me and I wouldn’t blame him.”
I did chuckle at that. “Don’t worry about Knight. He’s gruff and protective of me, but he would never do anything to hurt me, and that means he can’t hurt you.”
“Ain’t sayin’ I’ll never bend you over the couch, but not now.” His lips actually twitched, and my heart soared. If he could joke, he was growing more comfortable with me. Maybe even more comfortable with himself. “Just not this time.” His expression grew serious. “I want to do this right, Ada.”
That was it. I was fucking done. He wanted to do this right. How was I supposed to resist him? And fuck that anyway. Jag was mine. Only mine. And I was pretty Goddamned sure I was his, too.
“Go left. Door on the right.”
Jag grunted and went the ten or so steps to the other side of the apartment where there were two bedrooms. He opened the door I’d indicated and took us inside, kicking the door shut once he did.
He set me on my feet, the bed behind me. Each flash of lightning revealed more glimpses of him. The concentration on his face, the intricate patterns inked across his chest and shoulders that told stories I couldn’t yet read all called to me on a primitive level.
He reached behind me, finding the clasp of my bra at my back and fumbled until he made a sound of frustration. I reached back and unfastened the clasp and shrugged out of the garment. When I did he dropped his mouth to my breast, I cried out and arched my back to get closer to him.
“Want you,” he growled against my skin. “Wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I smiled down at him as he held my gaze. Then he licked my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking.
I’m not really sure how the rest of our clothes disappeared. The frantic tangle of limbs and cloth was a blur.
When he finally pushed me back onto the bed, I was a mass of irritated nerves. My need to come overrode everything, but he refused to let me. And I was under no illusions he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
The storm crescendoed around us. Thunder rolled continuously overhead as Jag moved down my body, nipping and licking a path headed straight to my pussy.
His hot breath brushed against my inner thigh as his beard tickled sensitive skin. I gripped the sheets, trembling with anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, I nearly came off the bed.
“Jesus fuck,” I gasped, my back arching as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe from pussy to clit.
Lightning illuminated the room just long enough for me to catch the predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my thighs. His large hands gripped my thighs, holding me open and steady as he buried his face between my legs, devouring me with single-minded intensity.
“Jag,” I whimpered, brushed my fingers over his short hair.
He grunted against my pussy, the vibration brushing through my clit and making it pulse with the ever present need to come. This wasn’t tentative exploration. This was a man staking a claim.
He circled my clit over and over before sucking it between his lips and I cried out again. “That’s it,” he rasped against me. “Let me hear you scream.”
I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Every lash of his tongue pulled sounds from me I didn’t know I could make. When he slid one thick finger inside me, curling it upward while maintaining the relentless attention of his mouth, I felt myself spiraling toward the edge.