Jagger's Choice (Ruthless Sinners MC 7)

Sophie made it seem easy, like she was meant to be mine, and I was beginning to believe there was more to our connection than I ever realized. No doubt I wanted her but having her would come at a cost.

Maybe I’d been waiting for her to break them down all along.

I knew the risk, knew I was standing close to the edge, but there was no way in hell I could walk away.

Not wasting any more time, I brought my hand up to her face, cupping her jaw as I ran the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “You said a part of you hoped I would come and find you. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Is it something you thought about?”

“Yes. More than I care to admit.”

“So, you feel it, too ... whatever this thing is between us.”

A spark of desire flashed through her eyes as she admitted, “I’ve felt it from the first day we met, but I’m your therapist, Dalton. It wouldn’t be right for—”

“You were my therapist. That shit is over.”

“But I can’t—”

Before she could say another word, I lowered my mouth to hers, silencing her confliction with a deep, demanding kiss. I feared she might protest and break free from our embrace, but she didn’t.

Instead, she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer and returning my kiss with fervor. I wound my hand around the nape of her neck and tangled my fist in her hair, letting out a low growl as I gave it a firm tug. Sophie’s lips opened in a small gasp, exactly like I wanted, giving me complete access to her mouth.

From the start, I had suspected the pull I felt towards her was mutual. I could sense it lingering between us every time we met for one of our sessions. It hung in the air, taunting me, begging to be released, and now it was time for me to give her what we both craved.

“Mmm …” She moaned into my mouth as my free hand grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. My cock throbbed against the zipper of my jeans, aching to be buried between her legs. With my fingers still tangled in her hair, I held her head back as I trailed my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at her delicate flesh.

Sophie’s breath caught as I reached the dip between her neck and collarbone. She inhaled a quick breath, suggesting that I’d just found her sweet spot.

Her hands gripped my hair, and I could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she inched even closer. This wasn’t how I saw the night playing out. I’d come to her place to feel things out. I was merely going to take her for a ride and see if the spark between us was just a figment of my imagination. I had no intention of kissing her, much less fucking her, but the second her lips touched mine, I was done.

For reasons I couldn’t begin to explain, this woman had me losing all sense of control. The simple fact was I burned for her. I had for months, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire. Sophie shifted her body forward, pushing her breasts closer to my chest. I gave her hair another tug and warned, “Easy, Doc. You’re about to hit that point of no return.”

Hunger flashed through her eyes as she purred, “Good, ’cause that’s exactly where I wanna be.”

I released her hair and looked down at her beautiful face. Pure, wanton desire was reflected in those gorgeous hazel eyes when I asked, “You sure about this?”

“More than sure.”

Her eyes were locked on mine as her hands slid across my chest to my cut as she carefully slipped it off and placed it on a chair. I eased off my boots, then unbuttoned my flannel shirt and let it fall to the floor. I felt her gaze burn against my skin as her eyes drifted down my abdomen.

She took her time admiring every line of every tattoo, each curve of my muscles, and the expression on her face left no doubt that she liked what she saw. Sophie took a step back, and her eyes stayed focused on mine as she started to remove her clothes. Standing there in only her panties and bra, she licked her lips while her eager eyes drifted to my jeans, waiting for me to reveal her prize. I watched with satisfaction as a heated blush inched up her chest. Fuck. Like mine, her arousal was building by the second, and I could only imagine how wet she was for me.

“You got any idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment?”

She nodded. “I’ve thought about it, too.”

One by one, she slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders, letting them fall loose on her delicate arms, then reached behind her back and undid the clasp. The lace fabric fell to the floor, and my attention immediately went to her perfectly round breasts that were just waiting for my mouth. I pulled her against me and relished the sensation of having her body so close to mine. “So fucking incredible.”