Jagger's Moves(17)

Sex. Sex with mind-numbing orgasms was the only thing they had in common and she'd better yank her mind out of the emotional sandpit and back to the physical. So she circled her hips in a teasing motion and watched his eyes fly open wide.

He moaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "Fuck, baby, don't tease me. I'm too close to the edge."

Tightening her inner muscles around him, Lexa wanted him to go over, wanted to see the unvarnished pleasure take him, pleasure she gave.

Yesterday, she felt vastly green next to Tyler's sexual experience. Today, for the first time, Lexa felt like an equal, like she gave him as much pleasure as he did her.

“Come for me, Lexa,” he cajoled in a rough voice. His hands left her hips to tease her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between talented fingers. Her head fell back as her eyes slid closed.

The force of their joining was intense, and she could no longer deny the intimate rightness of their connection. One of his rough hands moved down her stomach to her pussy where he slicked his fingers with her juice and slowly circled her clit as she rode him.

Shocking pleasure jolted through her as her body slammed down hard on Tyler's cock, a climax ripping her apart with bliss. She screamed, cried, and panted out his name before all motor skills disappeared in a flood of satisfaction. Vaguely, some part of her erotically satisfied brain was aware of his orgasm as he lost all sense of rhythm and simply fucked her with hard brutal strokes that kept pleasure rippling through her.

The next thing she knew Tyler slipped two fingers between spread open thighs and squeezed her clit. Another wave of orgasm swept through her, taking her up and over the edge.

Barely able to control her sexual comatose body, she slumped down, boneless, on his chest as his hoarse groans reached her ears. Seconds later, Lexa felt the wet heat as he flooded her body with his release.

Hours, days, or years passed before their rapid breathing slowed and she grew aware of the cool air brushing against her naked back. She made a move to sit up, but his strong grip on her hips held her still.

"Oh, baby," Tyler whispered as he eased back, those unusual eyes staring up at her. "You are so amazing, so good, and I can't imagine anything better than being in your arms."





Chapter Six

In that moment, Jagger realized he was no longer falling in love with Lexa. He had already landed smack dab, head over heels in love with the mouthy, loving, sarcastic curvy bundle of perfection. She owned him heart and soul.

Unable to hold back the emotions threatening to drown him, Jagger took the biggest risk of his life and put his heart and pride on the line. Tomorrows weren't guaranteed and he never knew when his next mission would be his last. He'd be damned if he died without ever having spoken the words to his woman.

“I love you, Lexa,” he said in a soft, but firm voice. He didn't ever want her to think the words were easily spoken yet without meaning.

Against his wishes, Lexa slid off his body and cock then propped her head on her hand and looked at him with a strange light in her beautiful eyes.

“Umm, what was that?” she asked, her gaze darting over his face. She aimlessly traced patterns on the sheet.

“I said I love you, Alexa Westlake.” His heart pounded, his mouth lost all hint of moisture, and his palms grew clammy. Damn, he'd rather face a pack of gun totting terrorists than this one woman with the power to destroy him.

Finally, their gazes met. “No, you don't," she replied calmly.

“The hell I don't!” He sat up letting the sheet fall to his waist. When her gaze dropped to his groin, Jagger flushed and grabbed a pillow to protect his package and possibly his virtue. Never once had he spoken those words to a female not related to him, and the first time he did, the woman in question argued with him. "Oh, no, you don't." He shook his finger at her. "I'm not here just for your cheap sexual pleasure. When we made love, it meant something, and I'm not laying a finger on you until you admit it."

“No.”

“What?” Jagger almost shouted the word. How dare she tell him no? Lexa had to have felt the connection, the sense of belonging, of coming home each time they came together. Granted, it was more than just the out of this world sex that made him fall in love, but he'd start with the easy stuff.

"You couldn't have possibly fallen in love with me in the short time we've been together. Right now, your hormones are running the show, and after I leave, you're brain will kick in and you'll see I'm right." The explanation came out calmly, too calmly, which made Jagger take a closer look at the love of his life and perpetual pain in his ass.

There. The pulse in her neck pounded hard and fast, a direct contradiction to her oh so rational words. Oh, yeah. He kept the smile to himself. Lexa Westlake had feelings for him. Now he just needed to make her admit it.