And licking was an understatement. He was feasting. His hands gripped the outside of her thighs roughly. The bite only amplified every other sensation ricocheting through her body. She imagined he’d be an unrestrained lover. He did nothing half-assed. But the way he ate her out was greedy, almost self-serving, even though it was her reaping the reward as well.
His tongue alternated between long, hard licks of her pussy and diving inside her entrance. Occasionally, his teeth nipped at her clit in a way that had her gasping for breath.
She moaned his name, and he responded with a low groan that rumbled right through her core and up to her heart.
His hands slid backward, gripping her ass as he yanked her so close she covered his entire face.
“I’m going to suffocate you.” She threaded her hands through his hair to tug him away.
With another growl, he took his mouth off her. His lips glistened with her wetness. “I’m a big boy, Vanessa. If I don’t know how to eat properly, I don’t deserve the meal.” He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No more talking unless it’s to say,more, please. Oryes, sir. Got it?” A playful grin spread across his lips, and she savored the humor in his usually serious demeanor.
Slowly, she canted her hips forward and bit her lower lip. “Yes, sir,” she murmured, watching his eyes darken to onyx.
“Fuuuck,” he rumbled. “I didn’t think I’d actually like that.”
He cut off her giggles by yanking her forward until she fell flat on her back and put his mouth back on her. When he swirled his tongue around her clit again, she shouted his name.
“Fuck, Jordan, that’s so good.” She panted, draping her legs over his broad shoulders. The pleasure had her writhing on the bed, gripping the sheets as pressure built. “Oh— don’t stop, I need—I need—” Him inside her was what she needed. The emptiness ached so badly.
“Jor-dan.” She drew out his name, begging for something she didn’t know how to ask for, and then?—
He inserted two fingers, twisting them together, and he worked them around while her hips pumped to match their rhythm. Still, she neededmore. Chanting his name, she ran the fingers of one hand through her own hair, gripping and tugging a handful.
Jordan’s palm slid up her stomach to her breast. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, sending fireballs of searing, blinding sensation shooting through her. God, how did this man justknowwhat she needed?
She wished he was inside her, and lost in the beautiful,building pressure, she told him so. When she inclined her neck to see him, his intense black eyes collided with hers. That was all it took.
“Ye-eesss.” Her back arched off the bed, legs shaking, her hands reaching to grasp his head, his shoulders. Her hips bucked wildly against his face.
If I don’t know how to eat properly… His words echoed in her brain as ecstasy took over her body, and she released a keening moan.
Only when her rocking slowed, and her grip on him loosened, did he remove his fingers. He slowed his kisses to gentle strokes until she shuddered from the sensitivity.
When she was fully back to herself, he sat back on his haunches and watched her.
She watched him right back as her breathing slowed. “That was…” Words failed her, except for two. “Thank you.”
Oh shit. Did she justthankhim after the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life? Fantastic. Nothing said sexy and composed like thanking someone as if they were your friendly neighborhood grocer. Her skin prickled with heat, the mortifying kind.
Where was her usual sharp quip or witty comeback? Probably still tangled in the sheets with the last shred of her dignity.
Maybe he was as discombobulated as she was because he didn’t acknowledge her weirdness. He nodded briefly, then rose to his feet, not bothering to hide the stiffness in his pants. She swallowed at the sight. He was so…big. And she was so…ready to touch him.
And she would have, but…he disappeared out the door. Before she could absorb the loss, he reappeared with a cloth. Without uttering a word, he gently wiped her, then straightened her robe and scooped her up in his arms as he had in the kitchen, holding her with a tenderness she’d never imagined from him. Like she was priceless.
He pulled back her covers and settled her under them before tucking them back around her.
“Sleep tight, princess.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and turned to leave.
Wait, what?
“You’re going?” She tried to ignore the way her heart sank, but she couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice.
He stopped at the door, hand on the knob. “I’ll be on your couch. I’m not going far.”
Part of her really wanted him to stay a lot closer, in her bed, wrapped around her, but she didn’t say that. Maybe tonight was simply a combination of adrenaline and heightened emotions. She’d made so many mistakes with men before, she didn’t trust herself to name what had happened between her and Jordan tonight.
But even as she fought off her disappointment and settled into bed alone, she couldn’t shake the certainty that Jordan Thompson was not a mistake.
