The Outlaw's Obsession(36)

“I know, Jagger. I know.” She reached up, and he held himself completely still as she ran her fingers over his President patch. She didn’t stop as she moved the pads of her fingers over his cut and stopped when she reached his lower abdomen. “I want this for myself and think I’ve earned it.” When she lifted just her eyes so she was staring into his face, Jagger cupped the side of her face gently and slid his thumb back and forth over her cheek. He wanted to be rougher, wanted to let his bear have full control, but he also knew what she had been through. “I don’t want to be just another piece of ass to you.” He didn’t wait for her to continue because it broke his damn heart hearing her talk like that.

He cupped the other side of her face and slanted his mouth on hers. He was gentle, not forcing or rushing, but letting her know that he wanted her. But she surprised the hell out of him by gripping onto the loops of his jeans and pulling him all the way forward. A soft noise left her when his erection pressed into her belly. She was so soft, even with the layers of clothing separating them.

“I want more, Jagger. God, I want this for myself, because it was my decision.” She murmured against his mouth, and he silently declared he would give her all of that and more.

He slipped his tongue between her lips, and another guttural groan left him at the sweet flavor that bathed his taste buds. And then she sucked his tongue further into her mouth, and moved hers along it in some kind of erotic, slick act. Jagger couldn’t stop himself from slipping his hands around her waist and using his body to move her backward until the wall stopped them. He was doing well kissing her slowly even though he wanted to go harder and control more of this situation. When she slid her hands in his hair and tugged at the short strands, that was his breaking point. His bear broke free, and he slanted his head and kissed her deeper, more possessively, and wanted her to know that this was the beginning of them, and that he couldn’t just let her walk out of his life. He’d just have to make sure she knew that she wasn’t a piece of pussy to him.

“Hearing you say that makes my cock harder, and it’s really fucking difficult to go slow, Sonya.” He trailed his lips along her jaw, and she let her head fall back against the wall. The sound of her panting was erotic and drove him mad with lust.

“I’ve always wanted freedom, Jagger.”

He stopped kissing her and slowly lifted his head to look into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly parted, and the sight of her lips red, glossy, and swollen from the kiss they just shared had a groan leaving him.

She opened her eyes, and there was this drugged-like expression in her face from her arousal. It was a really good look on her. “But I want you just as badly as that freedom.” In a softer voice she said, “Please don’t hurt me, and I’m yours.” This wasn’t just about the physical pain, but her emotion and mental wellbeing as well. He could smell the desperation inside of her. She wanted him to accept her for who she was, to want her as much as she wanted him, and to not break her heart.

He leaned in again until their lips were brushing together in the lightest way. “Baby, I have never wanted a female the way I want you.” He placed his hands by her head on the wall, in the same way he had done all those days ago when he had forced himself to walk away from her. “And you are not just club pussy to me, Sonya.” He moved one of his hands and pushed her hair off her shoulder. “My bear wants you for more than just a few hours, baby.” Running his tongue along her bottom and then top lip, a surge of pleasure moved through him when she shivered beneath his touch. “I’ll keep you safe, because the moment I saw you I knew you’d be mine.” Jagger said that last word on a growl and then devoured her mouth once more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust her chest out so it pressed to his. Her breasts were full and soft, and he wanted to see them naked, wanted to feel the heavy weights in his hands, and wanted to taste her flesh with his tongue. “Take me, Jagger. Let me feel something other than what I’ve experienced.” She grabbed his hair again and said in a more desperate voice, “Make me forget.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she meant, and she didn’t need to ask him twice.

Jagger moved his hands behind her and gripped her ass, loving the curve and indentation of where her thighs met the cheeks. Lifting her easily off the ground he claimed her mouth at the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold on him. Jagger could have stayed there all night long just kissing her, but his cock throbbed like a fucking jackhammer, and the need to finally claim her was a living entity inside of him.