He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I don’t think you’ll hurt us, Jordan. I believe in you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, voice shaking. “I’m so in love with you, and I have no idea what to do about it.”
Tate’s face is all relief, a brilliant, soft smile that makes my blood fizz and my heart lodge up into my throat.
“We’ll figure it out together.” He brings his mouth to mine, giving me the softest kiss that makes my heart ache. “Are you still lonely, Jordan?” he asks against my lips.
It’s the third time he’s asked me.
“No,” I answer, finally honest with him. “Not anymore. Are you lonely, Tate?”
He shakes his head, eyes on me, soft and loving. “Not anymore, honey.”
CHAPTER 89
TATE
Upin the summer house’s loft, with the light of the moon and the stars shining in through the windows, Jordan and I keep getting distracted while we undress each other, her lips on my jaw and my hands in her hair and my teeth nipping that sensitive spot of her shoulder that makes her breath catch.
She loves me. She’s fully in. She trusted me enough to give me everything, and I am so high on this, I’ll never recover.
“I love you,” I murmur as I press her back against the bed, tugging her bra down to wrap my lips around one stiff nipple, and her back arches.
“I love you, too,” she gasps.
I know it. I feel it, beating through me. For a decade, I’ve been punishing myself for my mistakes, holding back from anything good because I’m afraid of losing everything again, but indulging in Jordan doesn’t make me feel scared.
It just feels right. I hover over her, studying her eyes.
“What?” she whispers.
“Tell me it feels right, Jordan.”
“It feels right,” she says immediately, and another rush of approval and relief surges through me. “It feels meant to be.”
My mouth crashes to hers and our kiss turns demanding and greedy. In less than a minute, we’re both naked, and I’m sliding down the bed to bury my mouth between her legs, tasting her slickarousal as a stuttered noise slips out of her. So wet, already. Need aches in my groin at her taste, her noises, the velvet-soft feel of her.
“Let me do this for you,” she begs, hands in my hair, tugging and sending sparks down my spine.
“Uh-uh.” I latch onto her clit and her back bends off the bed, her hips tilting to meet my lips. “I want this, Jordan, and you’re going to give me what I want.”
She sinks back against the mattress, letting me love her. Letting me indulge in what I need. Letting me sink my fingers deep inside her and hear that surprised noise of desire she makes when I crook them against the ridged spot on her front wall. Her intimate muscles squeeze, and more arousal floods her sex while I work my tongue in tight, slick circles.
“I’m going to come,” she moans, hands tightening in my hair, before her toes curl, her cunt clamps down on my fingers, and she works her hips against my mouth, riding out her orgasm on my tongue.
A deep sense of purpose and bliss races through my blood, and she’s barely finished coming when she’s already pushing me back, crawling over me.
“You have to let me do this,” she says like she’s begging.
“Do I, now?” I ask, and she shivers.
She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she wraps her pretty lips around my cock, taking me deep into the back of her throat, eyes closing like she’s in heaven.
The hot, slippery feel of her mouth around me fractures my thoughts. Pleasure tightens around the base of my spine, growing heavy in my groin, making me swell even more. Her gorgeous eyes, so full of trust and love, lift to mine and I?—
“That’s enough of that,” I tell her, pulling back.
She frowns at me, annoyed at the interruption, and I let out a short laugh.
