He shot her a knowing smirk, and she grinned, because they both knew she wasn’t making that promise.
“I’ll do my very best, Zeus.” She placed her hand over her heart.
With a shake of his head, he lifted her leg over his shoulder and laid his palm flat against her lower abdomenbefore placing his hot mouth on her. His tongue swirled over her clit in agonizing circles, his teeth occasionally scraping lightly, sending an electric sensation bulleting through her entire core. She dug her heel against his back, drawing him as close as she could.
When the fingers from his free hand snaked inside her and rubbed the spot behind her lower belly, she chanted his name like it was the only one she knew.
“I’m going to come. Tell me I can come.” Never had she ever experienced this much this fast. It was like their past few months of tormenting each other had been a kind of foreplay, and now she was about to combust with an orgasm that could very possibly have nuclear impact. “Please, Jordan.”
He said nothing, simply continued his ministrations with his fingers and tongue, but his palm pressed more firmly against her lower belly, pressing against the finger he had inside her. The pressure made it impossible for her to hold on any longer.
As a scream of release built at the base of her throat, her head tipped back in preparation. She was almost scared of what was about to explode inside her. Almost.
And then he drew back, dropping her leg from his shoulder, and her knees nearly buckled at the loss.
“No,” she sobbed.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was a hazy echo breaking through her unspent pleasure.
She watched through half-closed eyes as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
“It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you against this wall right now.”
“Then do it!” she pleaded. She grabbed his shoulders, urging him up. Her body pressed close, wanting to become apart of him, to be absorbed by him. Desperately, her mouth sought his. When their lips collided, she could taste herself on him.
“See how good it is?” His breath was ragged. “The most addictive thing I’ve ever had.”
He didn’t give her time to reply. His mouth came back to hers, his kiss hard, even more demanding, and she realized whatever desire she had for him, his was equally strong.
Then he finally tore away, but not for long. He grabbed a towel, scooped her up in it, and carried her through the connecting door to the bedroom.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
As they crashed onto the bed, Jordan was grappling with control and losing. The raw, primal need that consumed him was insane.
He’d never hurt her, never in a million years, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t completely undone by her right now. Leaning back, he fought to catch his breath.
The towel was half off her, one breast peeking out the side, the terry cloth tangled between her legs. She was a flushed, damp, dark-haired mess on his bed. She was splayed out indecently, provocatively, and she didn’t appear to have a single fuck to give. The look on her face reflected his own chaotic feelings.
“I want to go slow,” he said between heavy breaths.
“Please don’t.”
His dick pulsed painfully under his soaking briefs, telling him to do as she said. Ignoring his base instinct tested his willpower. “Vanessa, I can’t come inside you.” He didn’t want to bring it up, but he also didn’t want to be so far gone that they were beyond thinking about it.
Confusion flickered over her face. “What do you mean?”
The mattress dipped under his weight when he planted his knee on the bed. Hovering over her, he smoothed a wayward strand of hair off her brow. “It means that I don’t have any condoms. Despite what it might look like. My bringing you to my isolated beach house. This wasn’t part of the plan. I’d never do that to you. Never risk it.”
Her brow furrowed in genuine bewilderment, like she had no idea what he was talking about. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t—” Her gaze slid sideways. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.”
Everything he’d intended to explain skidded to a halt in his brain. “How long?” The words slipped out before he could think them through. “I’m sorry, don’t answer that. It’s not my business.”
“No, it’s okay.” Sighing, she propped herself up on her elbows. “I know I have a reputation, but things aren’t always what they seem. I haven’t been with a lot of guys, especially in the last few years, and I don’t…” She blushed prettily. “I don’t have a ton of experience, despite what the internet says.”
Her expression looked torn between embarrassment and relief, as if she’d unloaded her biggest secret, and his heart cracked right down the middle. If honesty was what she wanted, he’d offer it up. A truth for a truth.
“I can’t say I don’t have a lot of experience. Before I went to prison, women and sex were a regular part of my life. Too regular. I lost myself in it, in them, to mask my pain.” He remained silent until she met his gaze. “I didn’t have sex while I was in prison. And not since I got out.”
