A cry ripped free from my throat as he stroked over me again, flicking and caressing, then sucking at me. Oh, God. I was going to die from the havoc that tongue was wreaking. This was…was…there were no words. Desperate for contact, I wound one hand through his hair and the other tangled in the sheet above my head, like it could hold me to the earth while he spiraled me out of control. He blew on me, and my hips bucked. “Jagger!”

“What?” He dragged his tongue over me slowly. “More?”

“Yes!”

“You taste amazing,” he said against my clit, and the vibrations sent another surge of pleasure through me. My hips rode his mouth as he caressed me, unable to control my own movements. My breaths came in gasps. “What do you want?”

“More,” I whimpered.

“How?” He reared up over me and turned my face to his, looking in my eyes. I had the feeling he was always going to challenge me here, and I was more than ready for it.

“I want your hands on me.”

He slipped a finger inside me and stroked. “Like that?”

“Yes. More!” He looked almost feral as he slid down my body, locking my eyes as he slipped in another finger and thrust. I cried out and then went speechless when he kept time with his tongue against those nerves. Pressure built low within me, so tight I was afraid I’d break apart.

I called his name over and over, unable to think of any other word. Then he pressed up with his fingers, sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time, and I exploded around him. Lights flashed behind my eyes as I clenched around him again and again, until I fell limp.

He kissed my throat and then my lips, every muscle locked and rigid. “Watching you do that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re extraordinary, Paisley.” His breathing was ragged, his hands firm, but I felt a slight tremor race through him as he stroked my curves, kick-starting another fire in me.

I looked into his eyes so there could be no misunderstanding. “I want you, now.”

“You’re sure?” Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breath hit my lips in pants.

“Now.”

He handed me a condom, and I rolled it over him, squeezing as he hissed in pleasure. He took both of my hands in his and raised them above my head as he slid his erection between my sensitive folds. “You’re so damn wet.” He groaned.

I brought my knees up to cradle his body and waited for him to press inside. Instead, he kissed me, rubbing his tongue with mine in the same rhythm he slid against me below. I groaned into his mouth and rocked back into him. “That feels amazing,” I told him as he did it again. “But you—”

“Trust, Paisley, remember?” He stroked his hands down my arms until he palmed my breasts, then tweaked my nipples, rolling them expertly as I moaned. The ache between my thighs began to pulse again, then throb as he skimmed his fingers over me. He found a rhythm against my clit, stroking, rubbing, and pressing, until I was coiled tighter than a spring.

“Jagger!” I cried out, losing every semblance of control.

“Paisley.” His voice shook.

“Please,” I begged.

He kept as close to me as possible, resting his forehead on mine and swallowing my gasp as he finally nudged the head of his erection inside me. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” I promised. He slipped another inch inside me, and I clenched down on him, burning slightly where he already stretched me.

With a strangled groan, he snapped, sliding into me to the hilt. I gasped at the exquisite pressure of having him inside me, filling every part of me and pushing for more. “God! You’re so tight. You fit like you were made for me,” he said against my mouth, his breathing erratic as he gave me a much-needed minute to adjust.

“I was.” My lips trembled under his, needing the pressure to ease. I rolled my hips and moaned at the friction.

“Don’t. Just let me hold this…” His eyes were squeezed tight, fighting to stay still, determined to go slowly with me.

I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his open mouth and stroking the roof of his mouth at the same time I thrust my hips. “Jagger,” I pleaded, my nails sinking into his skin.

He pulled out, almost to the tip, and then slammed home. Pleasure ripped through me, so sweet I tasted it. “Like that?”

“Yes!”

He did it again, and again, setting a hard, deep rhythm that drove me higher and higher in the spiral. I couldn’t remain passive, and dug my heels into the bed, arching into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He didn’t increase the pace, even when I begged him to, just pushed harder, deeper. Our breathing matched the intense pace, and we gave up trying to kiss, simply tasting the passion that lingered between our open mouths.

He never once looked away, the blue of his eyes darker as he stripped my soul clean with every thrust, every gasp and moan. My cries became desperate, and he finally sped up, his hips pistoning into mine with perfect pressure. “I… I…” I tried to speak but couldn’t form a thought. Other than “yes,” and “more,” which I cried out frequently.

He rubbed his thumb over my clit as he thrust into me. The rhythm was punishing as he drove us toward completion, sweat dripping off us both. I couldn’t fathom that I could do it twice, but as he rubbed again with a hard thrust, I came apart in his arms, crying out into his mouth. He swallowed the sound with a devastating kiss, and thrust faster, finally uncontrolled. Another deep push, and he shook, calling out my name as he came.