Jordan’s mouth closed over my flesh where the base of my throat curved out to my shoulder just as he increased the pressure of his fingers on my breast. With a gasp, I pressed back against him, my head tilting back farther.
I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck as his mouth moved up my throat until he reached my ear. “I’m hungry,” he murmured as he nipped the lobe with his teeth. “And you smell delicious.”
I shivered at his words. He intended to make a meal out of me and I had little doubt I would enjoy every second.
Twisting my head, I latched my lips on his, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. Jordan’s arm reached across my body, his hand gripping my opposite hip as he tugged me away from the counter, using his hold on my body to turn me toward him.
Without the counter pressing against my body, the dress slid down, bunching up over his hand. He lifted his head, looked down, and deliberately lifted his palm away from the material, watching as the fabric fell down my legs to the floor.
In my shoes, I was only an inch or two shorter than him, which gave me a chance to watch the expression on his face when he realized that all I was left wearing was a pair of thigh highs and my shoes.
Lifting his head, he grinned at me. “You were determined, weren’t you?”
“Definitely.”
The smile on his face faded, replaced almost instantly with hunger. Without another word, he took my hand and pulled me along behind him as he left the kitchen.
Once we were in my bedroom, he guided me to the foot of the bed. “Lay down.”
I did as he asked, letting my shoes drop to the floor. As I looked up at him, I noticed that he was still fully dressed except for his coat and suit jacket. We stared at each other as he took the cufflinks out of his shirt cuffs and rolled them up.
“Put your heels on the bed and spread your legs,” he commanded.
Slowly, I moved to comply. “Why?” I asked as I lifted one leg, then the other, his eyes watching my every move.
With anyone else, this entire situation would have been uncomfortable, even awkward, but because it was Jordan it felt thrilling and sexy as hell.
His eyes roved from my lower body up over my torso until they reached my face. “I told you. I’m hungry.”
Not taking my eyes from his, I slid my heels away from my hips and spread my knees apart. Never before had I been so bold in the bedroom. I wasn’t exactly shy during sex, but I never bared myself so completely while my partner remained fully clothed.
Jordan knelt at the end of the bed, his gaze locked on mine and he slid both hands up from my ankles, over the bend of my knee, and down the inside of my thighs. His palms rasped against the sheer material of my stockings and I jumped slightly when they moved down over the lace cuff to the bare skin of my inner thigh, scant inches from my center.
Only then did he break eye contact as he dipped his head, pressing his lips first to the lacy band that held up the thigh high, then lower, against the exposed flesh.
So distracted by the sensation of his mouth on my body, I didn’t feel his other hand moving until his thumb grazed my clit. I inhaled sharply, my body tensing. I wasn’t sure if my reaction was due to the light touch or the fact that it promised more pleasure.
Then his mouth replaced his thumb and I stopped thinking altogether. All I could do was feel.
The comforter was cool beneath my back, but his hands and his mouth were like fiery brands against me. My hips bucked as the tip of his tongue circled my clit, slowly at first, then harder and faster. Of their own volition, my hands fisted in his hair, holding onto him as the sensations washed over me.
Jordan seemed to sense my desperation. His lips fastened around my clit, sucking as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Every muscle in my body locked tight in preparation for what I knew was coming. I could feel the orgasm rushing to the surface, the wave so enormous I wasn’t sure I would survive it.
My head rolled back and I moaned deep in my throat as Jordan slipped two fingers inside of me, hitting a spot only he seemed to know existed. Then I came, the climax stealing my breath as his mouth remained merciless on me, drawing it out until I thought my lungs would never work again.
Finally, the orgasm ebbed and my body melted into the bed. I lay on the soft mattress, my heart pounding as I panted for air. Forcing my eyelids to open, I looked up to find Jordan standing over me, stripping off his shirt.
I lifted up on my elbows, intent on sitting up and helping him undress, but Jordan’s voice stopped me.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
“Why not?” I asked, surprised at the raw, throaty tone of my voice.
I wanted my hands on him, to touch him the way he touched me. It had been too many years since the last time. During our tryst at Milton’s retirement party and the hours after, everything was so rushed and wild that I hadn’t been able to savor the feeling of his body. It was like a snack when I was starving. I wanted to feast on him and discover if his body was still the same and I wanted to do that now.
“I like looking at you like this.” His reply surprised me.
“Like what?”
