“This old thing?” She waved her hand down her body.
“Yes, that old thing.” Their banter had his dick hardening with every word they spoke. If she looked down she’d see how much he wanted her.
“Dalton,” she whispered his name, as if she didn’t know what to say next.
He groaned and acted on what he’d been wanting to do for so long—he bent and lifted her, so she was curled in his embrace, and rested against his chest. Her arms hooked around him, and she buried her face into his neck, peppering tiny kisses along his jaw.
He grit his teeth, praying that he didn’t lose control and come in his pants. He shouldered his way through the door and gently placed her on the bed. Her hair spread across his pillow, and damn, it looked so good.
She looked perfect there, like she belonged.
He whipped his shirt off, her eyes widening as her gaze raked down his body. Her tongue came out and swiped across her bottom lip; her attention fully on his erection. It bobbed against the confines of the sweatpants he’d slept in.
The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her with the intensity of his need. What was about to happen between them was a big step for Steff, and he wanted to make it perfect for her.
He lay on the bed next to her, not touching or crowding her. Whatever she’d gone through in the past, her choices had been ripped from her. He wasn’t going to do that to her, she would be in control.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “I don’t want to do something that seems silly or makes you roll your eyes.”
Jag took her hand and placed it over his heart. “Nothing you will ever do will be silly or make me roll my eyes.” He repeated the words back so she understood he meant them. “Whatever you do, I’ll love.”
He meant that too. He was glad they were together. That they had these moments to share.
Her fingers twitched against his chest, and he let go, allowing her the freedom to touch him or pull away if she wanted.
Her movements were a little shaky as she explored his exposed skin. Jag remained still, even though he itched to touch her.
Her fingers followed the ridges of his six pack, getting dangerously close to the waistband of his shorts. There was no way she couldn’t see what her touch was doing to him. The more she explored, the more confident her touch became.
He groaned at the first touch of her mouth on his chest. Jag reached up and smoothed a hand of her hair, letting her know he liked what she was doing. He would willingly let her explore every part of him and he not touch her if that was what she wanted.
“You really are beautiful,” she murmured as she pressed another kiss against his belly.
His cock was rock hard, and he ached to bury it inside her warm heat. “Not as beautiful as you, honey.”
In a quick move, she was straddling his body, and he only had a second to register what she was about to do before her mouth captured his in a hungry kiss.
Jag curled his arms around her, wanting to haul her close, but aware the movement could trigger her, so he kept it light.
His T-shirt she wore had ridden up, and the lure to touch the creamy exposed flesh was a battle he was beginning to lose. He wrenched his mouth from hers. “I need to touch you, can I?”
It didn’t matter if she’d given him her permission to touch her before, this was different. This was going to lead to more.
“Yes.” She arched closer, and he shifted his hands from her back to her thighs. The flesh firm beneath his fingers.
“You feel amazing.” He kissed along her jaw line, down her neck. Steff’s head dropped back giving him more access. He smoothed his hands over her ass, squeezing lightly. Everything about her was addictive.
His dick ached, and he shifted in an attempt to provide himself with some relief. It didn’t work as Steff clutched him tighter. It was impossible to get anything between them.
Her pointed nipples jutted against his chest, tempting him to roll them between his fingers.
Jag moved so that they were laying on their sides, enabling him to rest his hard length between her thighs. Steff stiffened momentarily, but relaxed just as quickly.
Her fingers slipped between his waistband, perilously close to his erection. He wanted her to touch him with every fiber of his being.
She brushed his tip, and he thought of the worst thing possible to stop himself from coming all over her hand. Her touch was tentative at first, but became bolder as she circled her hand around him. She stroked up and down, and he groaned.
“That feels so good, honey, but I’m gonna need you to stop.” He nipped at her bottom lip.
