Chapter Twelve
"I'm makinga cake replica of Yankee Stadium this morning," April whispered against my lips. "I have to go."
She said this, but she didn't stop stroking my cock over my shorts or edging me closer with a leg around my hip. I might've been the one to back her up against the front door, but it wasn't like she objected.
"I'm not stopping you," I replied. I groaned into her neck when her pace increased, and I was halfway convinced that I needed to mark her there. The other half of me was reminded that I was about twenty years too old for hickeys.
"Use that scary voice," she said, her hips bucking against mine. "The deep one you use to get what you want."
"Scary voice?" I repeated. I yanked her shirt down and sucked her nipple through her bra. "What scary voice?"
April's head thunked against the door as her body arched toward my mouth. "You know which voice," she said, her words breathy. "The one that makes all the panties drop."
"I'm only interested in your panties dropping, honey," I said, moving to her other nipple. "And I'm not scary."
"Bullshit," she said, laughing. "That is bullshit, my friend."
"But I don't scare you," I said. "Do I?"
She fumbled with my belt and zipper, and before I could grumble about her slipping out of my arms, she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I braced my forearms on the door as my hips surged forward and a noise that was equal parts growl, groan, and feral cry rattled up from the depths of my chest.
I wanted to hold back a bit. Let her set the pace. I succeeded at that for no more than two minutes before wild, wild need was boiling over inside me. There were no words, just desperate hums and choked gasps, and a steady stream of praise-babble.
"April, honey," I rasped, my hand settling on the nape of her neck. "I'm—I'm—ah,fuck."
There was no more cogent thought to be had, but April didn't require further explanation. She nodded, her forehead bumping against my belly, and she squeezed my backside in encouragement. Or what I interpreted as encouragement.
My body was vibrating, every last inch of me, as her tongue worked the underside of my cock. Her short nails bit against my skin, and that slight pinch had my hips snapping in quick, frantic thrusts. There was nothing civilized about this moment, nothing tender. But,oh, fuck me, was it amazing.
The roar that heralded my release sounded primal. Dangerous. Maybe there was some truth to April's assertion that I was scary.
I kept a hand on her neck, my thumb rubbing small circles into her skin while she swallowed me down. It seemed endless, as if we'd tapped into a new well of even-better-orgasm stock, and I shuddered as I continued pulsing on her tongue. Heat and sensation buzzed through my body like never before.
I reached behind me, grabbing the collar of my t-shirt, and tugged it over my head. As my cock slipped from her mouth, still full and heavy and ready for more, it painted her skin with the last dregs of my orgasm. Tipping her face up, I wiped her chin with my shirt.
We stayed there, staring at each other, April on her knees and me looming over her. We had to part, her to the bakery and I to the highway, but there were no words. They'd been plucked from the air around us and all that remained was a gaze hot enough to engulf my house in flame.
I'd never experienced a moment like this one—or most of the ones I'd shared with April—but I knew it was the kind where people professed things, promised things.
"You're not getting away from me," I said, running my thumb over her lips. They were pink and swollen, and I fucking loved it.Her. "You understand that, right? Everything I said last night, I meant it. You need to tell me now if any of that's a problem, April, because I'm not letting you get away otherwise."
A breath burst from her lips and she looked away. "Jordan, I—"
The door rattled with a lead-fisted knock. "Kaisall! Get your ass up. The ocean's calling."
My eyes drooped shut and I murmured, "I'm going to fucking kill him."
April gained her feet and stepped away to right her clothing. I let her go but jerked her back to me when everything was in order. With her head on my chest, she asked, "Who are you killing? And why?"
The pounding continued. "Wait a fucking minute," I yelled through the door. "Do you want to meet my business partner?"
Her eyes widened. "I don't want to be rude but I'm really late," she said.
"There will be another time." Nodding, I ran my hand over her silky braid. There would be plenty of time to introduce April to Will and Shannon, and my mother. There was time for all of it. "I'll text you when I get to Texas," I said. "And we'll talk this week."
"Yeah," she said, her shoulder jerking up to punctuate her response. "You know my schedule. Whatever works for you."
I cupped her jaw and brought my lips to hers for a kiss that was meant to be quick and easy, but it turned quick and dirty when I caught a taste of myself on her tongue. I groaned into her, not willing to let go unless we'd succeeded in setting the house on fire.
