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“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand on my waist clenching into a fist for a moment before relaxing again. “Shaw, please stop squirming.”
His tortured plea was the only thing alerting me to the fact that I had been squeezing my thighs together and shifting from side to side in an effort to find some measure of relief from the ache throbbing between my legs.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, half embarrassed, half pissed that he didn’t just grab me and put me out of my misery. There was no way he didn’t know how I felt, and I thought maybe—just maybe—he felt what I did. It wasn’t possible for there to be this kind of tension between us if we didn’t have at least a little shared chemistry.
Right?
He brushed his nose over the top of my head. I heard him inhale deeply and couldn’t contain my shiver. “What are you thinking about, Dimples?” he rasped close to my ear.
“I was wondering if kissing you would be life-changing or if maybe I’ve just built it up in my head,” I told him without turning my gaze from the screen. There was a careless challenge in my voice, as if it didn’t matter if he took me up on it or not. Like it wouldn’t change anything if he suddenly kissed me or if all we did was watch the movie, when inside I was pleading for him to show me I wasn’t wrong about how he felt.
“I know it would be life-changing,” he whispered, his nose nuzzling a few strands of hair off my neck before tracing little circles below my ear. “I’m just unsure if that is a good thing or not.”
I lifted my shoulders in a small shrug. “I guess it’s only a good thing if you’re willing to fight for what comes with it.”
“And what comes with it?” His voice had gotten deeper, but there was a huskiness to it that made my lady parts melt, and I had to press my thighs together as hard as I could in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
Turning my head, I met his gaze head on. “Us.” Tilting back my chin, I stared him down, daring him. “Are you willing to fight for us, Jags?”
A growl left him. His hand that was still on my waist dipped into the top of my sleep shorts, while his other hand cupped the side of my face, holding me in place as he pressed his lips hungrily to mine.
I was so surprised he’d actually taken the dare that it took me a moment or two before I kissed him back. His sharp teeth nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. I parted my mouth, allowing him entrance.
The taste of him exploded on my tongue, making it impossible to hold back the moan that forced its way out. My fingers fisted in his T-shirt, and I pulled myself onto his lap. We both whimpered when I straddled him. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and my sleep shorts were so thin there was no way he missed how I was reacting to him.
It wasn’t my first kiss. I’d once had to kiss two different guys for a commercial I did for a perfume. Reverse harem was the theme the client had been going for. Both guys had been the same age as me at the time, and we’d had to kiss several times before the director had been satisfied. But none of those kisses could ever compare to kissing Jagger for the first time.
Just the feel of his lips on mine was enough to steal my breath. The taste of him lit something on fire inside me. I wanted to kiss him until my mouth was raw and tender, and only then did I want him to kiss other parts of my body. The parts that ached for him the most.
He cupped my tits through the hoodie. Instantly, he knew I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he sucked in a sharp breath before one of his hands traveled down my abdomen and up under the thick material until his hot flesh was stroking across my throbbing nipple.
“We…really shouldn’t…do this,” he panted before nipping at my bottom lip, making it swell even more.
“But it feels so good,” I protested.
“So fucking good,” he agreed as he grabbed my ass with his other hand and pressed me down onto his hardness. “Godsdamn,” he groaned. “I knew it would be like this. Fuck. I should have done this sooner.”
“Yeah,” I snipped. “You really should have, dumbass.”
I felt his grin against my mouth. “Sorry, Dimples. Let me make it up to you.”
Thick fingers dug into my hips, and suddenly I was lying on my back on the couch and Jagger was pushing me deeper into the plush cushions. I spread my legs, giving him easy access to any part of my body he wanted to touch as he settled between them. The paleness of his blue eyes glowed in the dim light coming from the television as he looked down at me like I was the best present he’d ever been given and he didn’t know where to explore first.
Every inch of my body ached for his attention, but I honestly didn’t care where he touched me as long as he kissed me again. As if he couldn’t handle not having his mouth on mine any more than I could, he brushed his lips over mine in a kiss so soft it made my heart squeeze with all the love I felt for him.
Tears burned my eyes, and I kept them clenched shut so the tears didn’t slip free and ruin the moment.
I’d wanted this for so long, but I’d almost given up hope of ever getting to experience it with Jagger. Not just his kisses but to have something special with him. A relationship just as strong and full of love as Violet and Luca’s was. My best friend and her boyfriend were so close, so connected, they already had their entire lives planned out. At times, I’d even been jealous of my bestie and her boyfriend because they had what I wanted with a guy I never thought I would ever get to call my own.
It was ridiculous, being jealous of someone I loved more than life itself, but it was true. I wanted what she had, and I knew she would do just about anything to help me get what I wanted if she was aware of what I really wanted.
But other than to tell her I had a thing for Jagger, I’d never told Violet how deep those feelings went. How I dreamed of planning my future with him. Of maybe one day far, far into the future actually starting a family of our own together. I didn’t want a baby until I was at least thirty, but I did know that when I imagined my children, it was Jagger who was their father.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jagger’s lips had trailed from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck, while his hands pushed my hoodie up out of his way. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times, Dimples. I’ve lost count of how many mornings I’ve woken up to the image of you just like this still in my head as I jerked myself off.”
The mental images he was putting in my head only made the ache between my legs more intense. Lifting my hips, I rubbed myself against his hardness. “I can’t say the same about waking up fucking my hand, but I’ve fallen asleep plenty of times after getting myself off thinking about you.”
His groan sounded tortured as he buried his face in my neck. Between my legs, I felt just how much he liked the thought of me touching myself. His cock twitched against my core, and a mewl-like sound came from the back of my throat as I arched into him a little more.
