Free Wrapped Around My Finger by Kristen Strassel Page B

me. I thought he’d grab my leg again, but he kept his hand between us and skimmed down to my clit. It was amazing to have nothing between us, to be able to feel every thrust, and at this angle, it was even better. He pinned me against the wall, impaling me with every stroke. His forehead rested against mine, our breath became one, but all I could see was stars.
    I was going insane, the music fading in and out of my consciousness, electricity pulsing through my body every time he circled my clit. I clamped down on his cock, desperate for some measure of control, but I had none. I had surrendered myself completely to Jagger. My head fell against his shoulder as my orgasm racked my body. A trickle of blood ran slowly down his spine. I scratched the hell out of his shoulders and didn’t even realize it.
    His rhythm slowed, and his shaft swelled. Jagger came hard inside me. I’d forgotten that feeling, and how complete it made me feel. He lowered me to the floor, parting my legs. They fell open—I didn’t want to deny him anything. He pushed them even wider and lowered his head. I trembled each time his tongue made contact, but he didn’t stop until he’d licked me clean.
    I pulled his hair so his gaze met mine. Jagger was insatiable, meeting my mouth in a kiss. I loved the way he tasted, salty and forbidden. We kissed until the flavor was just a memory.
    Jagger pulled me into his lap and put his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head. “I haven’t given you the tour yet.”
    “So far this is my favorite room in the house.” I laughed, snuggling against him. I gave myself a chance to take it all in. The artwork hanging on the walls was warm and bright, like a hot Miami night. A large painting of a naked woman hung behind the couch. She was abstract and stylized, her curves exaggerated. I motioned to it. “That’s stunning.”
    “Oh yeah? She’s my favorite, too. Just got it. Couldn’t take my eyes off her when I first saw her. So I bought her, thinking she’d be the first piece for the gallery. Called the artist and everything to set it up. But then I realized I was so drawn to that painting because she reminded me of you. So I want to keep it for myself.”

Chapter Eleven
    J agger
    “Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle?” I offered Leah my spare helmet. From the frozen, open-mouthed expression on her face, I already knew the answer. “Tip your head forward.”
    I slid the helmet down over her head. Her wide eyes were all that showed now, and I kissed the bridge of her nose before snapping down the visor. She laughed while I secured the strap.
    “I feel like I just landed here from Mars.” She was completely hidden, between the helmet and my hooded sweatshirt I insisted she wear. Didn’t matter that it was seventy degrees, it got cold on the road, especially by the water.
    “If they all look like you, I’ll book on one of those one-way trips there.” I straddled the bike before putting my own helmet on.
    “No way.” Leah’s voice was muffled. “You’re mine.”
    Those two words melted everything inside me. “Damn straight. Climb on the back and hold on to me. I took the sissy bar off the bike because I hadn’t been expecting any virgins.”
    Leah did as I asked, gripping my waist tightly as she got her bearings. “What the hell is a sissy bar and why do you think I’d need one?”
    I turned to her as much as I could. I wished I could see her face, instead all I could see was the reflection of my own grin. “It’s a backrest. It caught too much wind and it slowed me down, so I got rid of it. Don’t tense up.” Her shoulders went down on command. “Move with me, not against me. Ready?”
    The helmet bobbed up and down. I squeezed her leg before putting on my own helmet. It had been a long time since I’d ridden with anyone else. I bought the Harley with the idea of taking people out, thinking clients might like it since they were chasing a thrill. But Barry flipped out,