“And your steak. Muaw.”
We clean up the kitchen, stealing heated touches that only fuel my appetite for the main event.
“Want coffee?” Jordyn asks when we’re done. “I picked up a box of dark roast that should be manly enough for you.”
“Think I’ll skip the coffee and take another one of these.” I lean down and kiss her—really kiss her.
“Bedroom.” She slides her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugs me with her.
We keep kissing in between walking and trying to get our clothes off. My shoes are history as we pass the kitchen island—my T-shirt too. I make a grab for her shorts. They’re buttoned up, and with her hot little hands roaming my body, I fumble to get each one open.
“You suck at this.” Her laugh is husky with arousal.
“I’m trying here, but there are a dozen buttons.”
“There are only four.” She bats my fingers away to shed her shorts and pull her sweater over her head.
“Don’t…wait,” I say when Jordyn goes to undo the front clasp of her bra.
“Don’t or don’t wait?”
“Yes, wait. Leave it on.” Her bra is flesh-toned and matches her panties. She looks almost naked, except they’re not sheer, keeping the goods teasingly hidden.
My jeans hit the floor where the kitchen and living room meet. Deciding the bedroom is too far, I pull her over to the couch and draw her onto my lap.
The subtle scent on her skin is intoxicating. I kiss her neck along the soft line that starts behind her earlobe. She moans, turning me on to no end. My mind works to memorize all the hitches and catches of breath, every whisper of my name, every small tremble, to play back when she’s not around.
“I want to touch you.” My lips vibrate against her throat and nibble a path back to her mouth, ghosting over it, holding back a kiss. “Feel you up like we’re teenagers.”
“I bet you drove all the girls crazy.”
“Nope. I was a troublemaker, a bad boy without the swagger. Teenage girls didn’t dig the pissed and sullen vibe.”
“Their loss. I’m digging you plenty.”
“Know what I want to do?”
“What?” She stares at me a mere breath away.
“I want to set you on fire before I fuck you.” I dip my head to press my mouth against her breastbone, nuzzling the skin between the small swells of her breasts.
“I’m already on fire.” Jordyn shifts to straddle my thighs, letting me have my way but not giving up total control. Settling into position, I can feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through the thin layer of her panties. It tests my own patience.
I kiss her through her bra and gently bite the pert bud poking through the material. She brackets my cheeks, scraping her short nails along my jawline, and rolls her hips over my cock.
I nudge down the cups to bunch under her sweet tits—a perfect mouthful. I lick the dark pink areola, swirling my tongue around and pulling the erect tip deep into my mouth.
“Jasper,” she moans. There’s nothing quite like hearing my name in the pants and the erotic sounds she makes. She’s the only woman who has ever called me Jasper.
I move to the other nipple, and my hands go to her ass, massaging and squeezing the bare skin, chasing the line of her thong buried between her plump cheeks. Even though she inches up, giving me access, I want to hear the words. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“God, yes.”
“Say it.”
“Make me come, Jasper,” she pants. “Do it now. I want to explode all over you.”
I run my fingers between her legs. Fuck. She’s soaked and sexy and burning up. I yank the scrap of material to the side, and she makes a whimpering sound of blatant need. I slide two fingers inside her and suck on her neck.
