Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(63)
She tilted her head and looked up into his eyes, as dark and stormy as the ocean. “My Jagger’s back.”
“I never left.”
Arianne laughed and reached for her shirt, then paused. “What if someone comes out?”
“I’ll shoot them.”
“So romantic. I’ve always wanted to have sex on a porch with a man who said he’d shoot anyone who interrupts us.”
A fierce groan broke from his chest. “This isn’t about romance. It’s about me putting my hands, my mouth, and my cock everywhere on or in your beautiful body and f*cking you until I’m so deep you forget your own name.”
“You sure know how to make a girl wet.” She tongued his ear, delighting when his entire body tensed and his arms became steel cords around her. “You know what would make me wetter? My hands. My mouth. Your cock.”
A raw, guttural groan tore from his throat. “Sweetheart, do not—and I repeat, do not—dirty talk me, because, Christ, I won’t be able to hold back.”
A thrill of fear shot through her veins, but she didn’t heed the warning in the rapid beat of the pulse in his throat, or the demanding kisses that scattered her thoughts. Intoxicated by his scent of leather and soap, the promise of hard muscles rippling beneath his thin cotton T-shirt, she slid her hands around his waist and lifted his shirt, her fingers tracing over the taut lines and ridges of his magnificent torso.
Muscles wracked, he shuddered beneath her touch, but when her thumbs brushed over his nipples, Jagger ripped the shirt and cut over his head.
“Fuck.” He buried his face in her neck and his hoarse exhalations fanned her desire.
“Yes.” She smoothed her hands over his rock-hard biceps, her body heating at the raw power simmering beneath his skin. “Here. Now. On the porch. In the dark. Where anyone could see us. And I want to hear more things you’re going to do to me. I want to hear more things that make me wet.”
Jagger’s muscles tensed beneath her palms and he rasped out his words. “Not slow and easy. Not this time. Need you too much. Gonna rip off your clothes, pull you onto my lap, go deep and hard, and watch you ride me until you’re begging to come.”
Arousal streamed through her veins like molten lava. She boldly slid her hand over his fly and stroked along the steel of his erection. “I like that talk. Maybe you should have a reward.”
He didn’t lose control. Instead, he took it, crushing her to him, his tongue invading her mouth, possessing, demanding, leaving nothing untouched.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” Still holding her head back, he slid his lips over her throat and down to the crescent of her breasts.
“I wanted you when you ran from me.”
She tensed as he cupped her left breast in his palm, and then his mouth, hot, wet, and wicked was on her nipple, and her brain fuzzed with lust.
“I wanted you when there was a knife at your throat and you showed more courage than most of the men I know.”
She whimpered as he licked and sucked, drawing her nipple into a hard peak before he turned to torture the other one. And although she ached to touch him, run her hands over the broad expanse of his back, undo his belt and hold the promise she’d felt beneath her palm, she let him take the lead. She’d pushed him as far as he would go. A man like Jagger needed to be in control, and she had the power to give it to him.
“Damn it, Arianne. Every time I see you, I want you. Every time you smile, you take my breath away. Every time you laugh, all I can think about is how to make you laugh again.”
And, oh God, did he take control. Helpless in a way she’d never been before, Arianne succumbed to Jagger’s touch. Her knees trembled when he undid her jeans and then helped her to her feet so he could pull them over her hips. With a soft exhale, he traced his finger up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh to the edge of her lacy pink panties.
“Never would have thought I’d see these under your leathers.” He ran his finger inside the soft elastic edging. “Makes me f*cking hot to think you’re hiding a soft, girly side.”
She leaned up to lick his Adam’s apple and shuddered as his taste burst across her tongue, salt and sweat and the essence of him. “I’m hiding something else.” She guided his hand up to the top of her panties, tracing his finger along the edge of elastic, just above her mound.
Jagger gave a satisfied grunt and eased her legs apart. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
Heart pounding, she did as he asked, following the firm press of his hands on her inner thighs until he grunted in satisfaction. But when he cupped the curve of her sex, she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“So f*cking hot.” With a firm touch, he shoved her panties aside and slid his thick finger along her soaked folds, then thrust it into her throbbing center. Her inner walls clenched around him and it was all she could do to stay standing.
Need him now.
Hand dropping to Jagger’s belt, Arianne managed to get the buckle undone before he shook his head and pulled away, leaving her bereft.
“That’s the only thing stopping me from taking you right now. Hard and fast. One hand in your hair so I can watch your back arch and your beautiful breasts riding high, and one hand on your hip so I can f*ck you so deep and hard you won’t be able to leave my bed after we’re done. I wanna pleasure you slow, sweetheart. I wanna watch you come. But if you go any further, that’s just not gonna happen.”