“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, it’s going to become very messy.” Jag didn’t give her a chance to respond as he captured her lips with his. This kiss was far from gentle. Their tongues dueled, and he couldn’t believe how uninhibited she was becoming.
He prayed that her confidence would stay with her. That somehow tonight she would conquer her demons.
As she continued to torment him by lightly touching is cock, he bunched her shirt up until he found the undersides of her breasts. She gasped lightly and he stilled, giving her a few seconds to adjust to this next step in their intimacy journey.
When it looked like she wasn’t going to freak out, he found her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, like he’d wanted to do the moment he felt them against his chest.
They spent the next few minutes exploring each other’s bodies. Finding the places that caused both of them to moan out loud.
“Dalton?”
Jag stilled. Was she about to ask him to stop? Her body was still relaxed against him, which was a good sign. “Yeah?”
“I need more.”
If that wasn’t a green light to move forward, he didn’t know what was. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want you. All of you.”
“That I can do.” He pushed her shirt up further, and she lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it off her.
Jag closed his eyes, imprinting the image of a naked Steff into his mind. He cupped her breasts, loving the weight of them in his hands. He bent and ran his tongue around her areola. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and squirmed against him.
“You have too many clothes on,” she muttered after he had worshipped her chest.
“I can fix that.” Jag slid off the bed and pushed his shorts down, his cock springing free. He immediately sought out Steff’s gaze. If there was any hint of worry or fear he’d shut things down, but there was nothing but desire darkening her eyes.
He opened the top drawer of his bedside table and took out a couple of condoms, placing them on the top. He got back on the bed and pulled Steff close. “You good?”
“More than good. I want this, Dalton. I want to make new memories. I know the old ones won’t ever disappear.”
He nodded, understanding what she was saying. “If at any stage you need …” She placed a finger on his lips, stopping whatever else he was going to say.
“I know.”
If she wanted to make new memories, then he was going to give her ones she wouldn’t ever forget.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
A mixtureof nerves and excitement bubbled through Steff as she looked at Dalton standing by the bed. Not once, over the last couple of years, did she ever think she would find herself in this position. Naked with a man. Not after all she’d been through, but Dalton made everything special.
He got back into bed and pulled her close; his lips finding hers. She could feel his erection against her belly. Her mouth had dried when she saw him without clothes for the first time.
When she’d been captive, her other encoun—no! She wasn’t going to destroy what was about to happen with thoughts of the past.
Was she a little scared?
Yes, but the man currently trailing his hot mouth down her body wasn’t anything like those pigs who’d touched her.
Deliberately, she blanked her mind, closed the door on those thoughts, and focused on the present. The feel of Dalton’s lips on her. The way his teeth nipped a little, then his tongue soothed the spot.
His mouth closed over her clit, sucking gently. She jolted, and Dalton lifted his head, his eyes finding hers.
“You good?”
God, this man. Stopping when some guys would just power through and ignore what her body was doing. “Yes. It was just unexpected.”
