With a tender touch, he turned her toward him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that made you uncomfortable. Why didn’t you tell me the firsttime?”
“Raven wasfearless.”
As he studied her, she flushed. “Isee.”
“If I’m being completely honest, I don’t like looking at myself in the mirror. All I see is everything that’s ugly or wrong. But I liked having mirror sex with you. A lot. I’d never done anything sosensual.”
A brief smile relaxed the etched worry lines between his brows. “I like you honest, Taylor.” He kissed her. “My turn to be truthful. I want you. I want to make love to you. But I don’t want you skipping out on meagain.”
“You’re a playboyand—”
“Not anymore,” he said, cutting her off. “I’ve had two dates in the past year. Slept with one of the women,once. I’m willing to break every damned rule with you. Because thereareno rules when I’m around you. You hold all thepower.”
“I want to try the mirror sexagain.”
“Not if it makes youuncomfortable.”
“If I stay focused on you, I’m okay.” She shot him a tiny smile. “That worked great the firsttime.”
His eyes flashed with excitement. “I have an idea. Did you bring your mask for the masqueradeparty?”
“Uh-huh, but it’s in my lostsuitcase.”
“Wearmine.”
Her chest tightened. “You wantRaven.”
“No, I don’t, butyouseem to needher.”
He’s right.After allowing him to tie his mask on her, she glimpsed herself in the mirror. Even masked, her insecurities came racing back and she fastened her gaze onhim.
He resumed his place behind her, snaked his arm around her waist, and pulled her flush against him. “I see beauty andstrength.”
His deep timbre, paired with the sincerity in his eyes, had the most calming effect on her. Was Jagger the right person to help her conquer her long-term insecurity? As they stared into each other’s eyes, the air sizzled with electricity. He regarded her with a hunger that made her breath hitch and her heart beat quicker. Though uncomfortable, she shifted her attention to her reflection. “This is really difficult forme.”
“Close youreyes.”
When she did, he kissed her shoulder, stroked her breast, teased her nipple with his fingertip. Each time he touched her, she needed more. The intensity with which she craved him scared her. She could get so lost in thisman.
When he ran his fingertips across her stomach, she giggled, and her eyes poppedopen.
“You’re ticklish,” he said, smiling. “How are youdoing?”
“I love yourtouch.”
“Can you watch me?” he murmured in her ear as he fondled her breasts. “Your nipples are so responsive. It’s verysexy.”
With one arm draped over her chest, clutching her shoulder, his other hand played her like an instrument. It was as if he knew her better than she knew herself. He nuzzled her neck until he found the spot just before her shoulder that made her whimper. His raspy, needy growl rumbled through her, and she gripped his arm forsupport.
She shifted her attention and, like always, wished for largerbreasts.
“Touch yourself.” He guided her hand to her breast, and she squeezed her swollen nipple. “Your breasts are beautiful, likeyou.”
Then, he covered her other hand with his, and guided her over her abdomen and around to her bottom. “This is one hotass.”
Smiling, she leaned around to kiss him. His groan ripped through her as he continued exploring her body. With interlaced fingers, he guided them over her hip and down to her core. Arousal hijacked her thoughts when he slipped their fingers between herfolds.
“I love how wet you are forme.”
