“A gun.” He confirmed, nuzzling her neck. “There’s one attached to my ankle too, and one at my back.”
Why was that hot? It shouldn’t be, right? This man, armed to the teeth with his erection pressing against her thigh, should be dangerous…so why was she more turned on than ever?
“Jordan.” Her voice came out in a low whine. “I?—”
“I know.” In one swift jerk, he bent her over the mattress. “My needy girl needs something before she walks that runway tonight, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
His hand was in her hair, messing up her ponytail, her cheek against the bed. She heard him unbuckle his belt, and her arousal doubled. “Hurry.”
His answering chuckle reverberated through the room. “Always so greedy. What do you want? Tell me.”
A groan drew out of her as he teased her center with his fingers, dragging them along the seam of her cotton pants. “I need you to fill me up.” She gasped. “I need your cum.”
He tugged her pants and gave her ass a brisk slap that had her jerking against the bed with a yelp. “You want my cum dripping down your thighs tonight. Is that it?”
She groaned again. This time louder. Another smack.
“Yes!”
Smack. They weren’t hard hits, but they jostled her hips, adding the most delicious friction.
“Yes.”
“You want them to see it? To see who you belong to.”
“Please, yes.”
He slammed into her in one forceful thrust, and she moaned in utter satisfaction. If there was ever a day that she tired of him being inside her, of the way his warm essence filled her, she never wanted to live to see it.
Jordan jerking in ragged, desperate movements, chasing his release, was the most amazing feeling in the world.
She gripped the comforter as her own pleasure built. Her breasts rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. Her moans turned from cries to pleas.
Jordan bent over her, his breath hot at her ear as he murmured words of praise, adoration, and need. His mouth claimed hers in a scorching kiss. His fingers found her clit and teased until she detonated, screaming his name against his mouth.
And then he reared back, gripping her hips, and thrust until warmth flooded her from the inside out. She let her butterflies loose into the room, so they could consume both of them in a flurry of victory, revival, and relief.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
“Well, he’s hotter in real life.” Nikki flipped her freshly blown-out blonde hair and propped her shoulder against the wall next to Vanessa’s chair, where a makeup artist was applying her eyeliner.
Jordan stood at a distance in full bodyguard mode. He was allowed backstage while she was getting ready but would have to leave when the show started. In the meantime, he was prime eye candy for the models passing through makeup.
“Has he cracked a smile yet?” Vanessa asked, careful not to move her lips too much, lest she disrupt the makeup artist.
The look for the Cassidy Moore show was smoky and dramatic. All the models would be sporting the same sultry, defined look.
“Nope.” She giggled, then dipped her head and whispered so only Vanessa could hear. “I wonder what he looks like when he fucks.”
Vanessa thought back to an hour ago. The crease between his brows, the parting of his lips when he came, theintangible grunts, then his final, heavy sigh after release. She was still slick between her legs, and was secretly thrilled that she’d feel what they’d done as she walked in front of hundreds of people.
She was saved from answering her friend by the flash of a camera. For one heart-stopping moment, she jolted, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jordan catch the movement. He took a step toward her, but she shook her head.
“Don’t move,” the makeup artist said sternly.
“Sorry,” Vanessa mumbled.
