She grasped his hair and lifted his head, bringing a stop to everything. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“That was the plan.”
He used a playful tone, but these interruptions were beginning to bug him. Using both hands, he slid the tank top further up and she lifted slightly off the table as he took it over her head. Her arms went up, stretching over the edge of thetable, and he took it down to her wrists. He did everything at a snail’s pace and annoyance flickered in her eyes.
It was strange. Both of them were in the heat of the moment and yet they were both a little irritated. It gave a new meaning to the term hot and bothered. An inevitable obstacle. When two people came together, they had to learn how to fit, each one had to learn the other’s needs. And when those two people were as incompatible as they were, the learning process proved to be a little more challenging. It was a clash of two opposing personalities. One passive, one aggressive, but both dominant. At the moment she was fighting to get her way and today was one of the very few times he wasn’t going to give in to her feistiness.
“Do you have any emotional attachment to this table?” he asked.
She giggled. “You’re so weird.”
“Answer the question.”
“No. I do not.”
“Good,” he said, twisting the tank top tight around her wrists. He grabbed the knife on the edge, stabbing it clean through the material and into the side of the table.
Confusion wrinkled her eyebrows. “What are you doing?”
“Those hands were starting to bother me.”
She tried to tug her wrists free, but he got that knife in pretty good. Her eyes narrowed with vexation and he couldn’t stop a smile.
“You best wipe that sexy grin off your face, Tyler. I might think you’re enjoying this.”
“I am.”
He kissed her, slow at first but she became more demanding. Even with her hands restrained, she still managed to suck him into her impatient hunger. For a moment he almost lost control.She used that kiss as a weapon and having no other defense, he pulled away.
A smug smile played on her lips. She knew the hold she had on him and she proved it so easily. “Kiss me again,” she said. “I dare ya.”
She was always playing these games and that was a taunt he would not take lightly.
She didn’t specify where and he decided to start with her neck, placing open-mouth kisses on her soft skin. Her breath hitched and her breasts pushed up against him. He grasped her ankles and hooked her bare feet up on the table as his tongue traced over her stomach. He reached the juncture of her thighs, spreading them wider as he looked up at her. Heated blue eyes locked on his and they were still shooting daggers at him.
“Moan for me, Jordan,” was all he said before he dipped his head between her legs. With the first flick of his tongue he got what he asked for. Soft, restrained, but still a moan which only grew louder as he pulled her tender flesh into his mouth. His hands got involved on their own accord, his fingers pushing deep inside her. Rocking her hips, she urged him to pick up the pace again. Once more, he denied her, pinning her hips down as his mouth and hand continued their unhurried assault. Her back arched off the table and she became more desperate with every languid stroke of his tongue.
“Tyler, I swear to God…if you don’t fuck me right now—”
“Language,” he said, looking up at her with a smirk. “And you’re not exactly in the position to be giving me orders, Roman.”
She didn’t like that one bit. He wasn’t sure if it was the pet name or her being on the losing side of a game she created. Either way, he didn’t care. His mouth moved back to her clit, working in the same rhythm of his hand.
“Please, Tyler…”
He shut his eyes and ears to those words. A woman should never beg, but at that very moment, he chose to ignore her. Every moan and desperate plea weakened him and he couldn’t hold off much longer. He heard the change in her breathing, felt her tightening around his fingers and when she came, she came hard. Every muscle in her body tensed. He didn’t wait for it to subside. He couldn’t wait. He removed his hand and slid into her wet heat.
A few seconds of adjustment were needed and both of them eased into that sensation with soft, heated breaths. Being inside Jordan was ineffably better without the slight numbing effects of alcohol. She was so tight and the aftermath of her orgasm was an electric throb that pushed him to breaking point. He gripped the edge of the table to keep it steady, his other arm hooked behind her knee to allow for deeper penetration and then he began to thrust; long, hard strokes that extracted every kind ofohfrom her mouth.
“Oh, fuck…oh, God…oh, Tyler…”
Imperfect Jordan in ecstasy– the sexiest sight in the world.
He glanced down, watching her breasts bounce as he moved in and out of her. Her hips shifted in time with his, taking him in deep and slow.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He was dying to kiss her, dying to take possession of those lips again, but he knew exactly what that kiss would entail and he still wasn’t ready to give in to her impatience. What he wanted was to maintain this pace, savor every second of being inside her. Yet that didn’t last long.
