“I want this. I want you. But… I’m ruined, Jag.” I swallowed down my pride and held out an arm, frantically blinking back tears.
Jag’s eyes widened for a brief moment before my words sunk in. He skimmed a calloused finger down the sensitive skin of my inner arm, over the multiple track marks and puckered, fading scars.
“They made you who you are, Miri. From your weakness, your addiction, you will prove that you can come out of it and rise up, becoming a better, stronger version of yourself. You’re stunning. You’re perfect. We all have our flaws and imperfections, doll.” Jag lifted my arm to his mouth and kissed each ugly red mark, trailing his lips down my arm, his heated breath sending a wave of chills back up.
I choked on a sob as Jag repeated the tender gesture on my other arm. His words were exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn’t quite believe them.
Jag straightened and met my eyes. I caught a brief glimpse of the glowing hot coals behind the cool blue irises before those sinful lips crashed down on mine. My hands flew to his neck and pulled him down further. I wanted him so close I wished I could climb inside his body so he couldn’t turn away from me ever again. But from the way Jag held me and the force behind his kiss, I knew he had no intentions of stopping.
I couldn’t tell if I was thrilled or completely petrified.
Maybe both.
Jag
My willpower snapped. Disintegrated to dust and scattering in the air, leaving me at the mercy of a small, feisty, redhead. One who barged into my life uninvited and somehow blasted her way through my protective walls only to set up camp in my obsessive head twenty-four seven. Miri was all I thought about, day or night, asleep or awake, no matter what else was going on or required my attention. She was always in my mind, front and center. My OCD found its newest fixation, complete with urges I doubted I would ever manage to control.
Now I had her front and center, literally, and I wasn’t strong enough to push her away this time.
Miri melted against me as I claimed her mouth. It was better than I ever imagined. Her taste was so sweet, so perfect, I never wanted to stop. I eagerly devoured every single one of the small noises she made, drawing them into my body to make them a permanent part of me. The thick denim of my jeans chafed my rigid cock, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop thrusting against Miri’s soft, warm body. In return, she ground her pussy down on my thigh, the intense heat of her desire searing my skin through the thick fabric. Miri’s fingernails dug into my neck and our bodies writhed and twisted as one.
“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, not wanting to stop but forced to if only to catch my breath. Besides, I needed to slow down before I exploded in my pants like some fucking kid. Miri’s lips were red and swollen, her green eyes dark beneath heavy lids. I ran my thumb across the pale skin surrounding her mouth. “See, no beard burn to ruin that perfect creamy skin of yours.”
Not that I didn’t want to mark Miri somehow. I did, and I would. Fuck yes I would. But not on her face. Her face was too delicate, too perfect to ruin by scratching the hell out of it with a beard I couldn’t even stand.
“I wouldn’t have cared about the beard,” she murmured, swaying on her feet, drunk with lust.
“Jesus, Miri. You’re so goddamn fucking sexy. Everything about you drives me crazy. You think you’re ruined? It’s you who’s going to ruin me.”
Desperate for skin on skin, I reached behind my neck, yanked off my shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Miri’s gaze dropped to study the black sheaths on both wrists. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word. Miri reached up, pupils dilated and ran her hands over my chest and abs, focusing extra attention on the rose tattoo over my heart. Normally, I’d love to let Miri explore every inch of my skin and the muscles I worked so hard to maintain, but not today. Today, I needed to feel her slick heat wrapped around my cock. Right fucking now. I reached between us and flicked open the button of her jeans, tugging down the zipper and roughly shoving her pants and underwear to her knees.
Miri squealed when I clutched her tiny waist and easily hoisted her onto the counter next to the sink.
God, just like my fantasy. My dick throbbed at the thought of living out my deepest desires.
“Cold.” Miri shifted on the solid surface of the stainless steel countertop.
I winked, grinning evilly. “Not for long, doll. I’m about to make you burst into flames.”
Grabbing the cuffs, I tore her jeans off of her ankles, and dumped them on the floor with my shirt. While I dug a condom out of my wallet and shoved down my own pants, Miri whipped her tank top over her head. I froze, foil packet in hand, mesmerized. Miri’s pale breasts were small but full, the nipples pert and a gorgeous dusky rose. She’d gained weight since I saw her naked in the shower over two months ago. Her ribs no longer protruded, her breasts were heavier and her hips perfectly rounded. The sight made me forget what I was doing.
“Jag.” Miri’s throaty plea snapped me out of my daze and I rolled the condom on my cock. The rigid flesh was so sensitive I hissed at the stroke of my own hand.
Miri was sitting on the counter, naked and waiting, legs spread, her glistening pink pussy exposed. My dick pulsed in my hand. I licked my lips, starving for her. “Christ, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you.” With my pants around my ankles, I grasped Miri by the hips. She yelped when I hauled her to the edge of the countertop, her ass half hanging in the air. Miri gripped my shoulders and moaned. Any ability to take my time and make this last left the building the minute Miri said yes. With a cock harder than steel, I stepped between her legs and gave her a quick, punishing kiss. “Miri, this is going to be hard and fast.”
She nodded. Her constant squirming and panting while clawing at my skin drove me fucking insane while I got into position, using my knees to spread her legs further. With a palm splayed across the soft flesh of her thigh, I used my free hand to line up my cock and thrust inside her tight heat.
“Holy fuck.” I shuddered from head to toe, the sensation so intense I curled over Miri to stave off the instinct to pound fast and hard until I came. Every tendon in my body tensed and my eyes rolled back in my head. I moaned as I continued to push forward until the head of my dick bottomed out in the tight, wet furnace of Miri’s pussy.
“Jag, ohmygod.”
I cursed at the incredible heat and spine-tingling sensation of Miri’s body constricting around my cock. “Goddamn, Miri.” My forehead fell to her shoulder and I held perfectly still, right on the edge of losing it. I was afraid I’d blow if I moved so much as an inch. With my teeth clenched, I hissed, gripping the base of my dick to stop from shooting right then and there. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, doll.”
“Jag.” Her voice was a desperate plea. “I need you to move… I can’t…” Miri’s nails dug into my back and scratched so hard I was certain she drew blood. “Please!”
“Goddammit. Fuck, doll. You’re going to kill me.”
Once my impending orgasm subsided enough that I wasn’t afraid I’d come after two pumps, I took a deep breath and stared into her wild, shining eyes.