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