Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Normally, when I talked about this shit, I felt raw. Exposed. But now? It felt… therapeutic. Like he understood, and maybe he did.
I looked up at him, met his gaze, and what I saw there made my chest ache. Jagger leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine, his eyes closing briefly.
When he opened them again, his voice was low. Certain. “You matter.” His fingers tilted my chin up slightly, his thumb brushing over my jaw. “You matter,” he repeated, like he needed me to hear it. Believe it. Then, quieter—softer—he whispered, “And I couldn’t be prouder to have you as mine.”
JAGGER
Listening to her story—truly listening—was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Knowing what she had gone through, and how much she had suffered. Knowing that while she was baring her soul to me, I was still keeping a fucking secret from her. It was eating me alive.
I wanted to tell her everything. Needed to. But what I knew was only a fraction of the truth. The real secret, the one that could either break her or finally set her free, was buried deep with Preacher, and only he could tell her. Still, maybe I could give her something. Some small piece of the truth that would make it hurt less.
I was just about to speak, but she beat me to it.
“I don’t want to talk anymore,” she whispered, pressing up against me in her towel.
Her body was warm, damp from the shower, but it was the look in her eyes that gutted me.
Raw. Needy. Vulnerable.
I saw the storm inside her—the emotions she couldn’t voice but was desperately trying to show me.
Her hands reached up, fingers skimming over the towel at my waist, untying it with slow, deliberate movements. The fabric dropped away, and then her hands were on me, tracing my stomach, her nails dragging lightly across my abs, setting off a chain reaction of heat in my veins.
Then she leaned in, her lips ghosting over my chest, nipping, licking—driving me insane.
She stopped just as our lips barely touched. “You make me feel,” she whispered against my mouth. “I feel safe.”
I felt that. Her words weren’t just words, they were a confession. A final wall being lowered.
And fuck—fuck—I didn’t deserve it.
The guilt nearly crushed me, but everything else? Everything else was real, and this wasn’t my truth to tell, regardless of how much I wanted to. Would she even believe me if I tried?
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me, letting my grip show her just how deep my own truth ran.
“You are safe with me,” I promised, holding her gaze so she could see how much I meant it. Her lips parted, her breath shaky. “And you make me feel too,” I added. “This,” I gestured between us, “is something different. You know that. This is us.”
I had no better word for it.
But ‘us’—that word had weight. It had meaning. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a pull I had no name for, but it was getting stronger every damn second.
And fuck if I knew what it was, but I knew one thing for sure— I wasn’t going to lose it.
Her eyes darkened, her pupils blown wide with heat. Then she closed the last bit of space between us, her hands sliding into my hair as her lips crashed into mine.
I pulled her closer, even though there was no space left between us, desperate to feel more. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, demanding, taking everything she was willing to give me. My hand moved up her side, finding the twisted knot keeping her towel closed, and with a sharp tug, I yanked it free. The towel dropped to the floor, and I groaned as her bare skin pressed against mine.
Kyle’s hands raked down my back, her body grinding against me, her stomach rubbing against my cock, and my control snapped. Grabbing behind her thighs, I lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist. The heat of her pussy against my cock was fucking heaven, her wetness spreading as she rocked against me.
She gasped as I took two steps forward, pressing her back against the cool wall. I barely managed to pull my mouth from hers, needing more—needing all of her. I trailed kisses down her throat, my tongue flicking against the sensitive skin there. Then lower.
Lifting her slightly, I latched onto one of her breasts, rolling my tongue over the peak before sucking it into my mouth. Kyle moaned, her back arching, pressing herself further into me. I groaned against her nipple, sucking harder, my teeth scraping lightly before I flicked my tongue again.
She gasped my name, her hips moving in slow, desperate circles against me.
“Jagger,” she panted through her moans. “Please.” I knew what she was asking for, her body was telling me everything, and I was just as desperate. “Fuck me.”