Suddenly feeling nervous, I carried the mostly empty bowls into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Grabbing us each a drink on the way back, I asked Jagger if he wanted to watch another movie.
“Sure. I’m not even a little tired.” He took the diet soda I offered before patting the spot beside him that my brother had occupied earlier. “Sit here and share the blanket.”
Tugging on the throw, I pulled it across us and happily snuggled in beside him. His arm casually went around my shoulders, pulling me closer as he flipped through the newest releases to see what our options were. “I know you don’t want another scary movie,” he said as he scrolled down the movie titles. “How about this action flick? Think you can handle it?”
I read the blurb and nodded. “Seems okay, I guess.”
As the movie started, Jagger’s hand slid from my shoulder down my arm. Goose bumps popped up in its wake before his hand came to rest at my waist, right above the top of my sleep shorts. I bit my lip, holding on to the moan that wanted to escape when his fingers skimmed over the skin as he smoothly tugged my hoodie out of the way.
When I chanced a glance up at him as the movie started to see his reaction to touching me like that, his gaze was on the TV, his jaw relaxed as if he didn’t even realize the effect he had on me. All he was doing was holding me, the same way he’d done my entire life. There was nothing sexual about it, except for the fact that just his touch was enough to make me ache.
I wanted to climb onto his lap and rub myself against him. I wanted him to pull my ponytail free and wrap my hair around his wrist and kiss me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I wanted to know if his cock was as big as I suspected it was after having felt it against me a few times in the past.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand on my waist clenching into a fist for a moment before relaxing again. “Shaw, please stop squirming.”
His tortured plea was the only thing alerting me to the fact that I had been squeezing my thighs together and shifting from side to side in an effort to find some measure of relief from the ache throbbing between my legs.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, half embarrassed, half pissed that he didn’t just grab me and put me out of my misery. There was no way he didn’t know how I felt, and I thought maybe—just maybe—he felt what I did. It wasn’t possible for there to be this kind of tension between us if we didn’t have at least a little shared chemistry.
Right?
He brushed his nose over the top of my head. I heard him inhale deeply and couldn’t contain my shiver. “What are you thinking about, Dimples?” he rasped close to my ear.
“I was wondering if kissing you would be life-changing or if maybe I’ve just built it up in my head,” I told him without turning my gaze from the screen. There was a careless challenge in my voice, as if it didn’t matter if he took me up on it or not. Like it wouldn’t change anything if he suddenly kissed me or if all we did was watch the movie, when inside I was pleading for him to show me I wasn’t wrong about how he felt.
“I know it would be life-changing,” he whispered, his nose nuzzling a few strands of hair off my neck before tracing little circles below my ear. “I’m just unsure if that is a good thing or not.”
I lifted my shoulders in a small shrug. “I guess it’s only a good thing if you’re willing to fight for what comes with it.”
“And what comes with it?” His voice had gotten deeper, but there was a huskiness to it that made my lady parts melt, and I had to press my thighs together as hard as I could in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
Turning my head, I met his gaze head on. “Us.” Tilting back my chin, I stared him down, daring him. “Are you willing to fight for us, Jags?”
A growl left him. His hand that was still on my waist dipped into the top of my sleep shorts, while his other hand cupped the side of my face, holding me in place as he pressed his lips hungrily to mine.
I was so surprised he’d actually taken the dare that it took me a moment or two before I kissed him back. His sharp teeth nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. I parted my mouth, allowing him entrance.
The taste of him exploded on my tongue, making it impossible to hold back the moan that forced its way out. My fingers fisted in his T-shirt, and I pulled myself onto his lap. We both whimpered when I straddled him. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and my sleep shorts were so thin there was no way he missed how I was reacting to him.
It wasn’t my first kiss. I’d once had to kiss two different guys for a commercial I did for a perfume. Reverse harem was the theme the client had been going for. Both guys had been the same age as me at the time, and we’d had to kiss several times before the director had been satisfied. But none of those kisses could ever compare to kissing Jagger for the first time.
Just the feel of his lips on mine was enough to steal my breath. The taste of him lit something on fire inside me. I wanted to kiss him until my mouth was raw and tender, and only then did I want him to kiss other parts of my body. The parts that ached for him the most.
He cupped my tits through the hoodie. Instantly, he knew I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he sucked in a sharp breath before one of his hands traveled down my abdomen and up under the thick material until his hot flesh was stroking across my throbbing nipple.
“We…really shouldn’t…do this,” he panted before nipping at my bottom lip, making it swell even more.
“But it feels so good,” I protested.
“So fucking good,” he agreed as he grabbed my ass with his other hand and pressed me down onto his hardness. “Godsdamn,” he groaned. “I knew it would be like this. Fuck. I should have done this sooner.”
“Yeah,” I snipped. “You really should have, dumbass.”
I felt his grin against my mouth. “Sorry, Dimples. Let me make it up to you.”
Thick fingers dug into my hips, and suddenly I was lying on my back on the couch and Jagger was pushing me deeper into the plush cushions. I spread my legs, giving him easy access to any part of my body he wanted to touch as he settled between them. The paleness of his blue eyes glowed in the dim light coming from the television as he looked down at me like I was the best present he’d ever been given and he didn’t know where to explore first.
Every inch of my body ached for his attention, but I honestly didn’t care where he touched me as long as he kissed me again. As if he couldn’t handle not having his mouth on mine any more than I could, he brushed his lips over mine in a kiss so soft it made my heart squeeze with all the love I felt for him.
Tears burned my eyes, and I kept them clenched shut so the tears didn’t slip free and ruin the moment.
I’d wanted this for so long, but I’d almost given up hope of ever getting to experience it with Jagger. Not just his kisses but to have something special with him. A relationship just as strong and full of love as Violet and Luca’s was. My best friend and her boyfriend were so close, so connected, they already had their entire lives planned out. At times, I’d even been jealous of my bestie and her boyfriend because they had what I wanted with a guy I never thought I would ever get to call my own.
It was ridiculous, being jealous of someone I loved more than life itself, but it was true. I wanted what she had, and I knew she would do just about anything to help me get what I wanted if she was aware of what I really wanted.