Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(48)

“You’re hurt.”

“Just a scratch.”

She circled a finger lightly over the wound, which was still raw and caked with dried blood. “It needs to be tended to.”

“I got something else needing tending that hurts a hell of a lot more.”

Arianne twined her arms around his neck, then pulled him toward her, the last of her inhibitions drifting away. “Ah, the dirty mouth again. Say something else. Your dirty talk makes me wet.”

“Christ.” He strained against her grip. “Don’t tease, sweetheart. I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She leaned up and nipped his neck, then licked the wound, sliding her tongue down to the hollow at the base of his throat as his taste, hot musky male, seared across her tongue.

“Arianne…” His protest went unheeded as she ground against his hardened length.

“Take me,” she whispered. “I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to see, smell, touch, taste, or hear anything but you. I want to pretend this evening never happened and just for now that this is real … that I’m yours and you’re mine and that I’m safe and happy and no one is going to take it away.”

“You are mine.” He unzipped her coveralls and shoved them down to her waist. “You are safe. And no one will take anything away.” Without pause, he lifted her shirt, reaching around to flick the catch on her bra. Her breasts spilled into his waiting palms and he cupped them, squeezing gently as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened into peaks.

“So beautiful.”

Arianne trembled, arching into his touch. “More.”

He obliged by bending down and drawing her nipple into his mouth, hot, wet, and warm. He nipped and teased, flicking his tongue back and forth until her head fell back and she groaned his name.

“Say it again.” His deep rumble reverberated through her body. “I want to hear my name on your lips and nothing else.”

“Jagger.”

He knelt in front of her, first sliding her coveralls down, then opening the button on her jeans and easing them slowly over her hips. Arianne sifted her hands through his hair, letting the silky strands slip through her fingers.

“Like these.” He traced the lace along the edge of her red silk panties, following the crease of her thigh. So close, but not close enough to where she wanted him to go.

She moaned softly and he looked up and smiled. “Been waiting a long time to have you, sweetheart. I’m not gonna rush. I want to enjoy your body.”

“My body would be more enjoyable if you finished taking off my clothes.”

He laughed and steadied her while she kicked the clothes away, but he wouldn’t let her remove her panties.

“You take those off, and it ends right now.” He cupped her sex with his hand, pressing his palm firmly on the silk barrier covering her clit, and every nerve in her body flared in response. “When I take you, sweetheart, I want you so wet and so ready, you’re gonna come fast and you’re gonna come hard and you’re gonna squeeze me so I’m coming with you.” He splayed his fingers, forcing her legs apart. “Open for me. Let me play.”

Arianne yielded to the pressure, parting her legs as the warmth of his hand soaked through her panties and she thought she’d combust from the heat raging within her.

“Don’t I get to play, too?” She nuzzled his neck and then lightly nipped his skin, delighting when he growled. Her biker liked it rough.

“You want my cock?”

She smiled and licked her lips. “Yes, baby, I want your cock.” The term of endearment slipped out too fast for her to catch it. But it felt right, and from the warmth in his eyes, it felt right to him, too.

“Have at it. I did promise to give you what you want.” He stepped back, releasing her and she instantly felt bereft.

Hands trembling, Arianne stripped off his cut. Desperate to touch his bare skin, she was tempted to toss it to the side so she could get her hands under his shirt, but a biker’s cut was his heart, and although she was more determined than ever to leave this world after the encounter with Viper today, she couldn’t bring herself to throw Jagger’s heart on the floor.

Folding it carefully, she placed it on the seat of the bike nearest her and then looked up as she reached for his shirt. Jagger’s eyes flicked to his cut and back to her. Then his gaze softened and he nodded, his silent appreciation sending a warm tingle through her body.

Within seconds she had his shirt off, and her hands on his magnificent body. She traced her fingers over his massive chest, a perfect canvas for the Sinner’s Tribe tattoo, marred only slightly by that long scar, and then down over the ridges of his abs.

“Very nice.” Her voice came out in a husky rasp that made Jagger chuckle.

“Glad you approve.”

By the time she reached his buckle, she had lost patience with the game. Without hesitation, she tugged open his belt and undid his fly. Hands trembling, she shoved his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its restraint.

Huge and heavy, his shaft bounced in her direction.

“Touch me.” His voice came out in a strangled groan and Arianne wrapped her hand around him. So hot. So hard. But the skin over his shaft was soft and smooth as silk. She gripped him firmly, stroking down his length and then back up, ripping a second groan from his throat.