The Outlaw's Obsession(35)

He stopped in front of her bedroom door, placed his hands on the doorframes, and lowered his head. He should have knocked before gripping that handle and turning it, but his bear was sick of being denied, and just the thought of her upset over anything DeDe had said or done had the territorial part of him rising up. He pushed open the door but placed his other hand back on the frame and just stared at her. She had spun around from the noise of the door slamming into the wall, and a sick part of him felt pretty good when her eyes widened and a startled gasp left her. But he didn’t smell any fear coming from her, and in fact got a good dose of her desire when she saw him standing there. She swallowed when he pushed off the doorframe and stalked inside. Slamming the door shut with his foot, he stopped when he was only a few feet from her.

“Jagger, is everything okay?” Her blue eyes were still so wide, but her breathing had increased and her lust continued to thicken in the air. She couldn’t stop this from happening, because she wanted this just as badly as he did.

“I’ve been avoiding you.” He didn’t know why he had said that. His gaze was riveted to the way she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

“Yeah, but—”

He shook his head to stop her from continuing. “There are no buts. I shouldn’t have, but I thought doing so would help keep this distance between us, and my need to claim you under control.”

She parted her lips. “And did it?” Sonya’s voice was low, and there was a quiver laced within her words.

“If it had helped I wouldn’t be here right now.” She took a step back, and he knew it was because his voice was slightly distorted. “If you don’t want this to go any further, tell me now, Sonya.” He curled his fingers into his palms, trying to not claim her mouth with his own. “I will never force you to do anything you don’t want, but right now I am having a hard fucking time not touching you. So, if you don’t want this to go down the path that we both have been trying to ignore since we first saw each other, than I suggest you tell me now.” His cock throbbed behind his jeans, and a low grunt left him when he saw her lower her gaze to said body part. Fuck, the damn thing jumped just from the idea of her looking at it.

She slowly lifted her eyes so she was once again staring at her, and he saw her answer before she even said the words. Sonya took a step toward him but stopped before their chests touched. “But what about DeDe?”

Jagger shook his head. “There is no DeDe. I won’t say we don’t have a semi-past, because that would be lying, and I don’t fucking lie. But what we had was strictly on a sexual level.”

Sonya averted her eyes, but the scent of her desire was still strong. “I don’t think she realizes that.” Yeah, he had a pretty good idea that DeDe might have said something. DeDe had really been trying to drill home that she wanted something more from him.

He reached out and tipped Sonya’s head back with his finger under her chin. Looking straight in her eyes, he made sure she was right here with him and not letting her thoughts take her away. “I told DeDe there isn’t anything going on between me and her. She isn’t even going to be a factor in this equation, okay?” He ran the tip of his thumb along her bottom lip, and for several seconds all he did was stare at the digit as he moved it back and forth over the red, plump flesh. She didn’t move and didn’t even breathe as she let him touch her. A surge of male satisfaction filled him over that fact. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

“Even though all of this seems so crazy, I do know that.”

“Good.” He lifted his gaze back to hers and let go of her chin. “Now, if you want to take this to the next step I want to hear you say the words.” For several seconds she didn’t respond, and he knew she was going over everything in her head. This was not a rushed decision, no matter how much he wanted every part of her.

“I do want you, and have not stopped thinking about it since I first saw you, but…” There was hesitation in her eyes. “I’m not another one of your club whores, and I am trying to get away from the club life, not become more engrained in it.” He heard the slight waver in her voice when she said the last part. He knew that she had already realized that the life within in the Grizzly MC was nothing like what she experienced with the Wolverines. He had scented that realization in her, had seen it in her face when she talked to his guys, and even just minutes before when she smiled down at Janie. His club life might be gritty and raw, but it was also filled with love.

“I’m not like Trick, and my MC isn’t anything like his.” He said those two statements with so much determination that he feared he might have frightened her, but her strength was notable, and he felt pride fill him over that. Trick hadn’t broken her, and she wasn’t ruined. She was so strong on the inside, just as strong as any shifter male. He was so fucking happy that she could stand before him with her head held high talking about wanting something for herself.