Wrapped Around My Finger (11 page)

“Leah,” he grunted between gritted teeth, and I knew we were running out of time.

I loved being on top, so much. I slid Jagger’s cock deep inside me. He ran his fingers under my chin, so unexpectedly sweet, before he kissed me. I was so lost in him. My fingers tangled in his hair, tightening my grip as he guided my hips, back and forth. Jagger did all the work, moving my body much more easily than I did to him. I cried out, hardly breaking the kiss. He was still buried all the way in when he grasped my cheeks, pulling them apart. Holy shit, my inner muscles were going crazy, pulsing against his cock. He slowly circled my opening, the same way I’d done to him, and electricity danced on the surface of my skin. I yanked his hair so hard I was shocked when it didn’t come out in a clump.

“Can I?” His voice was husky. My heart stopped, but I nodded.

Jagger stopped to slide the pile of discarded clothing over to us. He rifled through until he found what he was looking for.

“What are you doing?” I wriggled in his lap.

“Getting lube. It’s like you read my mind. I planned on asking you about this tonight, and you were thinking the same exact thing.” His fingers were cold and wet when he touched me again. He slipped his finger inside me, passing the tight outer circle slowly, carefully. “How does that feel?” he asked.

It took everything I had to form words. Jagger had completely possessed me, body, mind, and soul. “Incredible.”

He nodded and added another finger, thrusting inside me. It was a totally different sensation than his shaft still buried deep inside me. I clenched his cock, losing control of everything. I concentrated on the rhythm of his fingers, but it drew me to a place I’d never been.

My scream bounced off the ocean waves, coming back to us. Hell, everyone in Miami was probably aware of how hard I came.

Jagger slid his fingers out of me, his hips pistoning up in slow thrusts, riding my orgasm. My head fell to his shoulder as he climaxed.

I’d never get sick of that feeling.

J
agger

“Holy shit,” Leah gasped, looking up at me from her beach chair with her mouth open. “Your shoulders are ripped up.”

I’d relished the sting of the fresh wounds in the shower that morning, but I hadn’t paid too much attention to them because I had Leah’s slick, voluptuous body in front of me. It was our last day together. This woman was going to make me loathe Sundays.

“Yeah, they are.” I grabbed her hand when I sat in the chair next to her. “And the best part is, everyone here will know you’re the one who did it.” And how we made each other absolutely crazy.

Leah frowned. “Does it hurt?”

“I like it. It reminds me of you.” The bottle of sunblock poked out of the beach bag. Leah was as white as the sand. “You need sunscreen.”

“I’m ticking time bomb at places like this. I go from zero to fried in about a half an hour.” Leah sat forward and let me put sunscreen on her back.

Everything about Leah was sexy, so it didn’t surprise me she had a hot bathing suit, too. It was two pieces, with a high-waisted bottom only separated from the bra-like top by about two inches. She looked like she belonged in a pin-up calendar. I rubbed the sunscreen into her skin, leaning in behind her. “Are you gonna do it?”

I’d taken her to a topless beach. Miami had many, and it was no big deal to me. But the prospect of Leah on a topless beach... I’d have to make a run for the water so everyone here didn’t see how I felt about that.

Leah looked around, taking a deep breath as she considered her options. She was the only woman wearing a top for as far as I could see. “Unhook it.”

Her wish was my command. I took my time with the lotion, making sure I didn’t miss an inch of her bare back. Even though we lay in the full sun, goosebumps blossomed over her skin.

“Thanks,” she muttered, taking the lotion from me. Her face was bright red. She squirted a line of lotion up each arm, across her chest, and on her belly. “This isn’t fair. You don’t have to take your pants off.”

I raised my eyebrows from behind my sunglasses. “We could go to the nude beach.”

“No, we can’t.” She laughed, and then looked down at her bare chest, smearing the sunblock over her tits. My sunglasses shielded my gaze; I couldn’t take my eyes off Leah. She settled back in her chair, eyes closed, and a faint smile on her lips. Her luscious tits were on full display and the world went on around us like they had no idea this incredible woman was in their wake.

Leah opened her eyes and smiled at me. She had that faraway look like she’d dozed off. She took my hand and settled again, closing her eyes. Damn. It was the smallest thing, but it meant everything. I lay back, daydreaming that Leah could stay with me forever.

An older woman walked away from the surf, straight toward us. Her tits swayed down near her waist.

“Excuse me.” She startled Leah when she stopped. Leah’s eyes snapped open and she was stunned to see someone standing over her. “Are you that gal from the morning show? The one who does the renovations?”

“Yeah,” Leah answered, her voice thin. This was exactly the kind of thing she was afraid of.

“I watch you every time you’re on. You can come fix my house.” The lady laughed as Leah crossed her arm over her chest. “Sweetheart, if you can keep a hunk like that happy, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

She put her hand on Leah’s shoulder for leverage as she continued her journey.

Leah’s blush spread all the way to her bathing suit bottom. She turned to me, jaw still hanging. “Can I please go die now?” She bypassed the bikini top and went straight for her shirt.

I burst out laughing. Leah whipped me with her shirt, which just made it worse. I fell back in my chair and laughed my ass off. Every time I glanced at Leah, who was trying to give me her best mean look, it happened all over again. The corners of her mouth quivered, and finally she gave in and joined me.

“The first rule of the topless beach is
be cool
,” I said when I caught my breath. I broke that rule too, unable to stop staring at her. But the difference was I woke up with her in my bed this morning. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Oh, sure, you think it’s funny. She called you a hunk. She touched me.” Leah burst out laughing again, covering her face with her hand. “At least she likes the show.”

“And your tits,” I reminded her.

Leah kicked sand at me. “We should probably go anyway. I’m feeling a little overcooked.”

**

“W
hen can you come to DC?” Leah hadn’t stopped since we got back to the apartment. She picked up her discarded clothes from wherever we’d forgotten about them and folded them in her suitcase and made the bed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get away for a while.”

I shut the kitchen sink off. She wasn’t going to spend the last of our time together doing dishes. “I’ll come soon. It might not be so easy once I get a job.” I knew that would make her frown. She was still hung up on me working with her. “Relax. We’ve made this work so far.”

She closed her eyes and gripped the counter for balance. “I hate this part. Every goodbye feels like it could be the last one. I thought it would get easier, especially now that I’ve been here, I can picture what you tell me about. But I was wrong. It’s getting harder.”

“What do you want to do about it?” I pulled her into me. The frown didn’t fade, and she put her hand over my heart.

“I want us to have one life together.”

“We do.”

“I don’t want it to be something we have to steal from each other. I want routine. I want to know I’m coming home to you.”

Her hand was still on my chest, or my heart would’ve splattered on the floor. “I don’t think of it as taking things away from each other. We’re giving each other something the other one doesn’t have.”

Her eyes closed for another long blink. “I can tell you exactly what you give me. You make me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. And it’s not a looks thing. When you look at me, it’s like you sculpted me with your own hands.”

“Like I created you for my own pleasure,” I whispered. She sighed as I kissed her neck. I tipped her chin to meet my gaze when I finished. “You make me feel like I belong somewhere. I’d been drifting endlessly, and I finally landed.”

“You belong to me,” she said softly. “And I’ve never been happier.”

“Even when old ladies come chat you up at the topless beach?”

She whacked me with the dishtowel. I caught it before she could take it back, and our gazes locked in challenge on either side of the taut towel.

“Are you sure you want to meet Zach?” I asked, praying she’d say no. “I can think of better ways to spend that time.”

“Yes, I am.” She tugged on the towel, grinning when she caught me off guard. We were so close now. “We’ve got a couple of hours.”

Fuck. I didn’t want to waste them hanging around with Zach. Every time I saw him, he reminded me of all the things I didn’t want to be anymore. It hit way too close to home. He wouldn’t pull me back into that lifestyle, but the closer I got to Leah, the uglier my past became. Leah let go of the towel, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me. She had to go up on her tiptoes to initiate the kiss, and I loved that. The towel dangled from my fingers against her bare leg. We hadn’t changed out of our bathing suits yet.

There was one thing from my past I wasn’t willing to let go of yet.

Leah fell into step with me as I walked her to the bed. Her hands grazed my chest, down to my shorts, and ran over my cock, just in case there was any question we weren’t on the same page. She shrieked when we toppled down on the mattress. I pulled myself up, caging in her body like I’d caught my prey. She was locked in my gaze, the swirl of challenge and allure made the room spin. She tugged her shirt up over her head and lay back down, silent and still.

Complete surrender. I’d do anything to keep her from getting on that plane.

“Tell me one thing.” I had a hard time talking. “Why didn’t you want me to use the belt the other day?”

She swallowed hard. “I thought you’d hit me with it.” Some memory flickered in her eyes. Fuck, she’d been hit before, and I’d bet it was Rich. That worthless piece of garbage did everything he could to drag Leah down to his level and he never succeeded. If I ever got that motherfucker alone...

Leah writhed underneath me, either uncomfortable with the memory or growing impatient. Either way, I needed to fix it. Now.

“Want to see what I actually had in mind?”

Another hard swallow, but she nodded.

I dipped down and kissed the bridge of her nose before getting up. The room spun, and it took me a minute to figure where we’d dropped my jeans the night before. I crawled back on the bed. “You sure about this?” Another nod. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me. Put your hands together over your head.”

Leah was never this quiet, but she did as I asked. I wrapped the belt around her wrists and fastened it. It swallowed the bottom of the tattoo that ran along the inside of her arm.
Live for me.
She got it when her sister died, when she caught Rich with Shelley, when her life had fallen to shit, as a reminder to keep going. She shivered when I ran my finger along the words.

I didn’t tie the belt too tight because I knew I was dancing on the edge of her limits. She immediately tested the leather, straining against the tie. I expected that. But she didn’t panic. We hadn’t talked about this enough. When I did this kind of thing with clients, I practically went down a checklist, and I should’ve done that with her. I would’ve never expected that kind of reaction to the belt. But I was as nervous talking about this with her as she was.

She was more than enough for me, but this could be really fucking hot. At least I knew we were on the same page with that. I brushed her hair out of her face. “Your cheeks are sunburned.”

Leah chuckled. It came out easily. “Great. You’ll be able to connect the dots with all the freckles I’ll have next week.”

“I’m sorry I’ll miss it.” My lips burned from the heat below the surface of her skin. I moved lightly over her face, trailing down to her chest.

“Come back with me,” she pleaded softly. “We can ride the motorcycle all the way to DC.”

I shook my head. “Too cold up there.”

Her tits rose to meet my mouth with her deep breath. “Is it bad I forgot it’s still winter there? Nothing else exists but where I am with you.”

“No, it’s not. I feel the same way.” I ran my thumb over her nipple and caught it in my mouth when it tightened. Leah arched her back to meet me. I curved my hand around her other tit and moved my tongue back and forth over the swollen nub. I gave it a long pull before moving to the other one. Leah was back with me now, moaning and twisting underneath me.

She gasped when I sat up. “You totally messed up the bed,” I said. The comforter had bunched around her.

“Good. When you come home tonight, you’ll think of me. It’ll smell like sex and suntan lotion. And I’ll be jealous because I won’t have that same thing waiting for me.”

“Stay here.” I practically begged her as I eased her bathing suit bottom over her hips. Leah frowned, and it broke my heart. “Raven would love to finish high school in Miami.”

Leah burst out laughing, her naked body rolling with it. One leg trailed up the other. I pushed my shorts off so I didn’t come in them.

“Yeah, right. She’s already the president of our fan club. Although, it would be good practice for college, having to make all those new friends.” Her smile faded again. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

Leah’s legs fell open. I didn’t have to touch her to know how ready she was for me. Her pussy glistened with anticipation, and my fingers slid along the length of her slit easily. She whimpered when I flicked my tongue over her clit, giving it the same lashing I’d given her nipples. Usually, by now she’d be pulling on my hair, directing and rewarding each stroke I made. I missed it. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t creative. Her leg landed on my back, and she curled her knee so her calf locked me into her pussy. Her hips rose from the mattress, and she pushed me closer.