Jagger's Moves(10)

"Ack!" She gasped in surprise when he pinned her to the desk before she could blink. He invaded her space, his hard warrior's body holding her down. Even as he slammed into her, his hands came around to take the brunt of hitting the wooden surface. Her heart melted a little because even when he was violent, Tyler made sure she didn't get hurt.

"I'm not one of your civilized little metro men with their slick cars and manicured hands, Lexa. I won't hurt you, but I sure as hell will demand your attention and participation while you're in bed with me," Tyler spoke in a low voice. He was between her legs, his cock thrusting up hard against her pussy. His hands, in direct contrast to his words, were gentle as he brushed back stray strands of her hair.

"We're not in bed." She pointed out in a reasonable tone. "And you had my attention, otherwise I wouldn't have invited you up."

"Bullshit," he cursed. "Your mind wasn't here. It wasn't on all the delicious things we're going to do to and for each other. When we're together, I want your mind on me and nothing else."

"Ego freak," she accused even as her traitorous hips rocked against the hard length of him. "I can fuck you and still have enough room in my brain to plan the rest of my vacation."

"Baby," he whispered, his eyes gone sleepy with desire even as pity laced his deep voice. "You've been with all the wrong men."

He ran his rough hands down the line of her throat. Goosebumps skittered over her arms from the simple touch. Who knew a throat would be an erogenous zone? She wanted him, the control, smug hung-like-a-horse-bastard.

Being underneath him, his hard cock pressed intimately against her was straight out of her late night fantasies. So why was she fighting him? Why hadn't she already stripped off their clothes and ridden him like the stallion he was?

Because Lexa was a coward at heart. For so long, she'd dreamed of this man and, now faced the reality of him, of them, she didn't know if she had the courage to finish what she’d started. But then, if she didn't, she'd live the rest of her lonely life wondering what if?

Screw that. She mentally hauled up her big girl panties and got ready to seduce the man of her dreams. "So are we going to talk about it or do it?"

Instead of verbally answering, Jagger pulled her legs up. She didn't protest as he wound her legs around his waist, his thickness pressing hard against her eager pussy.

"Oh, we're going to make love, Lexa," he promised. "I'll be in you so deep and so often you'll wonder how you existed without my cock fucking you."

His hips slid against hers in an easy, smooth glide. Lexa had no doubt of how he intended to prove his point. He would take her, fuck her into doing whatever he said. The utter confidence of his words and actions turned her on, and she hovered on the brink of orgasm.

One masculine hand reached down to pull up the light material of her skirt until it pooled around her waist. His hands teased around the edge of her lacy underwear, and Lexa knew he'd discover the lie of her words as soon as he delved between her thighs. She was so wet she was surprised her fluid wasn't dripping down her thighs.

"I'm sure I'll survive." She would have been proud of her answer except it came out as a needy whimper instead of a calm statement. Damn the man and his magic hands.

"You might, but will I?" His mouth lowered until it hovered over hers. She felt the heat and smelled the peppermint on his breath. When he looked straight into her eyes the hazel orbs gave her no place to hide, not from him or herself.

His tongue traced the outline of her lips before he licked her mouth, stimulating every nerve ending in her body. The desire throbbing through her veins shook her while she welcomed his touch. She opened her mouth and moaned as his tongue slid in, teasing hers. He took over the kiss, and his weight held her in place while his kiss kept her mindless.

His tongue played with hers, his sneaky fingers slipped under the elastic of her last barrier and straight into the creamy wetness of her core.

He tore his mouth away to stare into her eyes. "Fuck, you're drenched."

Heat filled her cheeks as she bit her lips at a loss for words. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, hoping she looked casual in the gesture. The last thing Lexa wanted him to know was the depth of her desire for him, that she spent years yearning for him, wondering and fantasizing about this man in her bed.

A strong tug and her underwear came off. She lifted a leg to shake her shoe off, but his gruff voice stopped her.

"Keep them on," he insisted as he gently pushed her hands away. "I want to feel those heels digging into my ass when I ride you." Then his hands were gone as he tugged and pulled his shorts down. His cock popped free, thick with pre-cum glistening from the tip. He stroked the hard length as his face twisted in a grimace.