Somehow this minx managed to free her hands and the rage in her eyes told him he was in trouble. The knife clattered as it hit the floor and it was like a wild animal had been unleashed. She threw herself at him with so much force, he spun around to absorb the impact and slammed her into the fridge. Harsh,livid breaths warmed his skin, her long legs coiling around him tighter than a boa constrictor.
“You mad?” he teased, his mouth straining to hold back a smile and that only pissed her off even more.
She raked her hands through his hair and gripped his lower lip between her teeth, biting hard enough to let him know it was punishment. “You’ve had your fun,” she said breathlessly. “Now fuck me.”
Well, she asked so nicely.
How could he refuse?
He gave her what she wanted, how she wanted it. He made her scream and cry out his name. He pushed her body to the limit, to the point where her breasts were tender from his touch, her legs were numb and aching, her lips were bruised and swollen. And even then he didn’t stop. He did this because it didn’t matter who won the game, he just wanted to leave his mark on her. He did this because when he finally had his fill of her, that body knew it was his.
“I definitely need to take the day off tomorrow,” Jordan said as some feeling returned to her appendages. “You are merciless, Mister Evans. When you asked me if I had any hard limits, I should have given it more thought.”
He sat up and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “You can amend that answer.”
“No way.” She sat up as well and kissed his shoulder. “You can do that to me every day. Besides, it wouldn’t matter anyway. I said no pet names and you didn’t seem to care about that.”
“At least it’s not generic,” he said with an unapologetic smile. His forefinger moved under her chin, urging her forward for another kiss. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pulled away. “I have to get going. Matt and I are going to see my dad today. Sunday ritual.”
He rolled out of bed and walked around the room, picking up the items of clothing they had discarded.
“Same here. My parents call me every Sunday. I have to admit, ever since my mom met you, every call is her giving me advice about how to get a Pisces man.”
He looked at her over his shoulder and smiled that heart-stopping smile. “Well, you can tell her you got him.”
He winked and walked into the bathroom. Although he couldn’t see her, she still pulled a pillow over her head to hide her flushed cheeks because she didn’t even want to admit to herself that his simple words and gestures could have such an effect on her. After a shower and another quick kiss, he left. She had another shower, washing off the smell of sex and the last remnants of alcohol. The warm water did a world of good in helping her muscles unwind.
She had just ended the call with her mother when Gemma came through the door.
“I hope you brought my car back in one piece,” Jordan said as she sat down on the sofa next to her.
“It’s in one piece…after Matt taped the headlight back together,” she admitted sheepishly.
Jordan groaned and shook her head. “You busted my headlight?”
“That street lamp just popped out of nowhere and attacked it.”
“Street lamps are so unpredictable.” She stood up and hobbled to the kitchen on unsteady legs. “Want some coffee?”
Gemma followed her in. “God, you got fucked good last night,” she said, taking note of her rigid movements.
“This morning,” Jordan corrected. “And this afternoon. That man has stamina. I think I orgasmed more in the last ten hours than I did in my entire relationship with douche-face. I shouldn’thave been so eager after such a long time, though. My body is going to be aching for days.”
“You were just catching up,” Gemma said, hopping onto the counter. “Shall I tell you about my night?”
Jordan switched on the kettle and tried not to blush as she sat down on the wooden table. She was never going to be able to look at it the same way again. “Gem, you know I love listening to your sex stories, but not with Matt. I have to look at him every day and I don’t want to have those images in my head.”
“That’s just the thing,” she shouted with exasperation. “Nothing happened! We got to second base and he stopped, switched on Netflix and we just…chilled. Literally! We fell asleep on the sofa, got up this morning and…talked. It was so…”
“Disappointing?”
“No.”
“Weird?”
“No! It was…nice!” She sounded like she was upset with herself. “Guys don’t treat me like that. I threw myself at him and he did nothing. I don’t know…maybe I’m losing my touch.”
Jordan stood up and made them each a cup of coffee. “That’s not it. Sometimes I think we’re around assholes so much, we don’t recognize a good guy.”
