Tortured Love 2
Ex-con Carolyn Lucchesi receives a shock nastier than another prison sentence when she discovers she inadvertently lied to the police. Uncle Tony had sworn to her the man in the photo taken from the video footage of a robbery at an art museum was none other than infamous ex-con and jewel thief Jagger Tyrell. But when Jagger confronts her in the park, he tells a different story. One that, if true, means her uncle lied to her and set her up for a parole violation.
Jagger has spent nine years avoiding his former associates, and anything to do with prison or the police. When Carolyn’s lie thrusts him back into the spotlight, he uses everything at his disposal, including Carolyn’s body, to find out who is trying to frame him for a crime he did not commit, and why. But falling in love with Carolyn is not in the plans…
They stared into each other’s eyes before he kissed her again, probing her lips with his tongue until she parted them. She moaned softly into his open mouth, but when her hands pushed against his chest, she broke the kiss again and shoved him away from her.
“Carolyn, what the hell?”
“Oh, right. Just because you kiss me, I’m supposed to fuck you?”
“You’re so full of shit. You want this as much as I do.” Jagger grasped her hair again and kissed her once more, sliding his tongue in and out. Her moans intensified, spurring him on.
Kissing her was everything he’d imagined it would be, plus more. She tasted like wine and the avocado dressing from the Grand Lux Café, which was just fine with him. His dick was so fucking hard now it was painful. He ground it against her abdomen, but her damn hands came up again, pushing him away one more time.
“Oh, this is bullshit.” He forced her head up again. “Look me right in the eyes and tell me you don’t want to fuck me.”
“We can’t do this.”
“Carolyn, do you want to do it? Yes or no?”
“Why the hell not? We’re adults. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
“It will complicate everything.”
Even though he agreed with her, they’d gone too far to stop now. Jagger stroked her hair, gazing into her eyes. The lust in them was unmistakable. “How long were you standing there watching me?”
A small sound, almost like a plea, came out.
“You watched the whole thing, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Tiny whimpers escaped her throat as Jagger brushed his finger along her collarbone. The sound sent shivers down his spine. When he ran his thumb across her left nipple, she cried out softly.
“Please … please don’t.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No. I mean I do like it, but this is wrong.”
Even through the tank top, he could see how swollen her breasts were. He was dying here. Jagger flicked the other nipple. He had to see them and taste them. “Why is it wrong?”
“Because … because of who we are.”
“We’re just people. A man and a woman who are hot for each other. Tell me you don’t find me as attractive as I find you.”
“You’re gorgeous. And sexy. Not the point.” Her voice betrayed the fact that her willpower was caving fast.
“It is exactly the point. You’re fucking beautiful, and I want to fuck you. You want to fuck me. We might as well have some fun while we figure this out.”
When he brushed both hands between her legs, Jagger grinned as he realized how soaking wet her pussy was. “I knew it. Can’t fake that, Carolyn. You do want me.”
Her eyelids fluttered as he rubbed her clit. She sighed. “Oh … please…”
“Please what?” Jagger nuzzled her neck. “Tell me what you want me to do.” He pushed harder on her clit.
“You’re close, aren’t you? I can smell it on you.”
When Jagger took his hands away, her eyes flew open. “Why did you stop?”
He cupped her face. “Tell me you’ll let me fuck you, anyway I want to, as long as I want to, and in every room of this apartment if that’s what I want, and I’ll let you come.”