“Clear, boss.” The two guys came up, startling me.
“Good. Hang back,” he ordered them.
His strong hand grasped mine and led me to the blanket as the guards walked off into the distance. I sat, thanking the heavens above I had gone with jeans instead of a dress. I collapsed to the ground, feeling the softness of the cotton under my hand.
He bent down, opening up the basket and pulling out cheeses, fruit, bread, and wine. “Hope you’re hungry.” He smirked, taking a small piece of cheese and holding it to my lips.
I was stunned for a moment. Never had a man fed me before, and damned if I wasn’t leery about it. I’d seen my father do it for my mother before and it put a whole other spin on what was going on here between us. I didn’t think I could handle it. I couldn’t let my heart get any more wrapped up in this man than it already was. Allowing him to do this small task was opening up a can of worms that I didn’t know if I could put back in its container.
“I can feed myself.” I might have spoken a little too harsh, but this step was too much, said too much and I couldn’t. Instead, I went with what I knew. I pulled out a bit of my bitch.
“Not tonight. Sit and relax. Let me do this for you.” He raised his brow in challenge and my gut twisted in knots. A huge part of me wanted to do this, to experience it just for a moment, but a bigger part knew there would be hell to pay for the consequences.
I relented and slowly opened my mouth, feeling a bit uneasy, but after the tenth or so bite, I began to relax. Emotions started swarming me like bumble bees ready to sting. With every bite, my heart opened a little more. There was no use fighting it, so for the night I rolled with it. I would enjoy every second with this handsome man who was bending over backward to feed me, to take care of me.
His movements were tender as he caressed my body every chance he got, my tanned skin burning with each brush. Of course I was turned on, but there was so much more going on here, I needed to make this about the physical and not the emotional. I needed to keep what happened here locked in a little vault.
He placed everything back in the basket, and I laid down, staring at the night sky waiting for him. My mom had always said, if a man was cleaning, wait until he was done, because you probably won’t see it again. Funny how random thoughts like that just streaked into my head at the most inappropriate times. But mom would be happy I listened.
When he lay next to me instead of making a move on me, I quickly moved because I couldn’t take more of his kindness, but his hand halted me. “Let’s look at the stars.” I gulped down the protest. He was not helping me out here.
I sighed then fell back onto the blanket. His arm wrapped around my body, pulling me close. I wiggled to get comfortable and ended up lying my head on his chest, looking up at the beauty above us. Millions of beautiful, little glowing stars danced around the night, not a care in the world. They had no hearts that could break, no feelings to be smashed to smithereens. Their only job was to glow.
Jag’s hand combed through my hair, massaging me as he moved. I tried to keep my eyes open, but his ministrations felt too good. My eyes fluttered shut as I relaxed, enjoying his closeness and compassion. Simply enjoying him.
A rough hand moved along my cheek, and I heard Jag’s words to wake up, but I didn’t want to. I was so damn comfortable, but I made myself come to life within the comfort of his arms.
“Sorry,” I muttered, kind of embarrassed I had fallen asleep on him.
I quickly moved my hand to my mouth, making sure I hadn’t drooled on him. How embarrassing would that be? Not feeling anything, I moved to sit up, and Jag followed.
“Feel better?” His voice was teasing, but I wished I could read what was going on in that head of his. Not that it would change the outcome of any of this, but it would be nice to get a glimpse of his inner thoughts. Was he feeling this with me? Was he twisted into a knot of balled up emotions that he was trying to hide?
“Yeah, I do.”
“Good.” He didn’t give me a moment to think as his body covered mine, pushing me back down onto the blanket. His lips attached to mine, and I gave in completely to the sensual pleasure of his kiss.
His hands touched every part of my body, and I was lost. His lips nipped and sucked my neck, coating my pussy with wetness. His hands skirted up my shirt, molding and kneading my breasts, and I arched my back, hungry for more.
I combed my fingers through his hair, moaning from every tug and pull his hands were torturing me with. My shirt moved quickly up my body, and in one swoop, it was ripped off and lying in the grass. His lips connected with mine again while one of his hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra, while the other pulled it from my body.
My hands returned to his silky hair, pulling him to me with all my might. I kissed him like I had never kissed another man. It was so rough our teeth clashed in the frenzy. He broke the kiss, and my eyes fluttered open to see his panty melting smile.
“Please…” I begged. I never begged, but in that moment I needed him to fix the burning ache that I couldn’t put out. I forgot about everything but him in that moment, and loved every second of it.
His hands glided down my body to the button of my jeans, and then they were ripped away before I could blink. Spreading my legs, his tongue swiped from ass to clit. I groaned loudly, my hands going back to his hair, trying to move him exactly where I wanted him, but he pulled back and growled.
“I control this. Remember that.”
I nodded, too much in my own deliriousness to argue with the man. As long as he put the fire out, I would let him have all the control he wanted.
His head dipped back down. I felt his hot tongue and sharp teeth along with the agonizing sucking of his mouth on every inch of my flesh. My pussy was quivering to the point of making it spasm when he pulled away.
My head shot up in shock. “Why did you stop?” I panted, my words coming out in a bit of a slur.
He laughed, which made me want to pull away and slug him.
“When you come, it will be on my cock while it’s buried deep inside of you. I want to feel every quiver. I want every contraction and every single squeeze of your pussy to tell me how much you want me. How much you need me.”
In that instant, a flood of juices flowed from my pussy and down my ass, and I tried to close my legs, feeling a little embarrassed at the amount of wetness, but he wouldn’t allow it. His hand smoothed over my core before he pulled his fingers up to his mouth and licked each finger clean. God, that was hot. I was sure I’d never seen anything sexier than that—than this man—ever.
He made short work of his jeans, removing them and kicking them to the side. Then I watched as he stroked his long cock roughly with his hand. I knew I would never do it that hard, but he grunted and groaned, so it must have felt pretty damn good. I needed to remember that.
His eyes bored into mine as he came closer, his gaze eating me alive. Then his lips crashed into mine, kissing me until I was breathless, making my lower belly quiver and ache. After he broke the kiss—way too quickly—I leaned up to take more and fluttered my eyes open when he wasn’t there.
His smile radiated down as he loomed over me, stripping off his shirt. The lines of all of his tattoos along his arms and chest begged to be licked and nipped. I made a mental note that it would be on my priority list. I couldn’t see them well in this light, but I damn well would soon.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
I shook my head for a moment, trying to clear the bit of fog that had decided to enter, then complied quickly. Rolling onto my stomach, I knew my large ass was on display, and I sucked in a deep breath. I had always been comfortable with my size, but in this position, I always felt a bit uneasy. My ass was hot as hell in jeans, but bare, it was a bit flabby, and my hips were pretty wide. Like this, Jag would see that.