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Yeah, she had totally, unequivocally lost the plot.
What had she been thinking? Could she get any more ridiculous? In her bedroom, when she had been losing her mind, she 100% believed she needed to do this so she could go back to being her normal self. It had seemed like the best idea ever.
On which planet is it ever the best idea to take a measuring tape to a guy you barely know so you could measure his meat-stick while expecting him to be totally on board... on balls with it.
“Just stop,” she chided herself silently.
Her cheeks became so hot she thought she could see steam rising from them. She was the embodiment of embarrassment. The epitome of awkwardness. She was the personification of mortification itself. She was impulsive and stupid and... and immodest. Not at all the proper young lady who had graduated third in her class from Madame Fauvergue’s Finishing School for Girls.
If the world could end right now, that would suit her best.
“Thank you,” she said for no freaking reason at all before she turned to leave.
If she didn’t have to marry Jeremy, she would take herself to a nunnery or a nut house; either would suffice.
Maybe there was a reason she was still a virgin at her age, and it had nothing to do with her fear of falling in love with someone she was intimate with. It was because she was likethis.
Crazy.
She didn’t take more than two steps toward the exit before Jagger grabbed her.
He backed her up against a wall. His thumb stroked her lower lip.
“Are you sure you want to know how big I am, Kitten?”
Finley stopped breathing altogether. Her sizzling skin and spiraling senses told her she was out of her depth.
Had she just come back here to hear him call her Kitten? And the whole measuring tape thing had just been an excuse? She couldn’t be sure anymore.
She had to admit, she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before though. Or eat.
Or do anything other than think about Jagger McCoy, his voice, and his words. The feelings he made her feel with his nearness. Being there in that cabin of his where she felt so warm, protected, and cared for. Had she come back for all that?
But surely all that was just fantasy musings of a colossally silly girl swayed by his good looks. Her safest reason would be that she came back to measure his cock and nothing more.
For closure.
“Yes,” she said because she couldn’t lie to herself. “For science,” she added, lifting her chin.
The molten heat from his presence caressed every inch of her body, making her wetter than she thought possible.
Her world spun madly on its axis as Jagger lowered his head to her. His breath swept over her lips, teasing her with his closeness, but deliberately not touching her mouth with his.
Her fist curled against his chest in frustration. She purred to make her displeasure known, but still, nothing happened.
“Jagger,” she cried out.
“Ah, fuck.” The strained roughness in Jagger’s voice reverberated through her before he bent his head and claimed her mouth.
She dissolved into his touch. Breathed through him as he captured her lips for a kiss so searing, she feared she’d go up in flames.
Not satisfied, he pressed her further against the wall. Her flared summer dress parted for him as his thigh slipped between her legs.
Mindlessly, she ground her wetness against his muscle and sobbed with stinging pain and blinding pleasure when Jagger nipped at her lip. He drew that same lip into his mouth and sucked on her before he deepened the kiss, and she felt her lips start to swell.
Finally, he let her have some air.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, his hand clasping her nape. He pulled her in for another kiss before he dragged his teeth over her jaw, down the side of her neck. He slipped his thumb between her lips and made her suck until it glistened with the wetness from her mouth. Then using his index finger, he slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder, lower just until the bud of her naked nipple was exposed. He brushed the damp pad of his thumb across her pebbled peak.
