“Big,” she panted. “So big.” She lifted her hips, seeking, adjusting to accommodate him. “More.”
Seeing her like this, breathless and wanton, for him, made his heart somersault in his chest.
He touched his forehead to hers, holding her gaze. “Vanessa.” Saying her name was the only warning he gave her before he slid all the way home.
Weeks of pent-up frustration came to a head. Her snug entrance was hot around him, and his dick pulsed dangerously inside her. Any chance he might have had at control and pace went out the window.
Seven years he’d waited for her. Maybe longer, because no woman he’d ever been with had made him feel like this.Alive, salvageable, redeemable.
Burying his nose in her neck, he inhaled a long steady breath. She bucked beneath him, and he gave the curve of her neck a light bite. “Careful, princess, or this is going to be over faster than either of us wants.”
She stilled, her hands smoothing down his back. “Has it really been seven years?”
“Yes,” he hissed against her neck.
Her gentle fingers tracing his spine did nothing to ease his raging lust. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” His voice was a pitiful echo of his agony.
He swore against her soft skin and pumped his hips. Lifting his head, he caught that devilish look in her eyes, so he dragged his hips back until he was almost out of her then surged back in, sending her up the bed with a shout.
“Everything with you hurts too fucking good, Vanessa.”
“Jordan.” The way she whined his name set off fireworks in his balls. She locked her ankles around the small of his back. “I need you to fuck me until it stops aching for both of us.” Her head went back and her hips up, her insides gripping him like a vise.
He unraveled, bucking his hips, slamming home, over and over until she was so tight around him, he barely had room to thrust. He knew she was seconds from coming. Her pussy gripped him almost painfully, her thighs shook around his waist. Her moans turned to cries.
In response, his vision blurred. His skin heated. Needing to be deeper, he sat back on his heels, dragging her with him. They were still joined, but her back arched over his bent knees, her fingers gripping the bedsheets.
“You are so fucking beautiful, so precious. I sometimes feel like I shouldn’t even touch you.” His voice crackedunder the weight of this truth. “And it kills me a little bit more each time I look at you.”
“Why?” She gasped, her gaze meeting his in a collision that had the impact of a trainwreck.
He swirled his thumb around her clit, and she cried out with pleasure, her inner muscles gripping him even tighter. He grunted at the sensation.
“Because, princess,” he forced through gritted teeth as he pumped in strong, rhythmic thrusts he knew would get her there. Only when her eyes rolled back and her inner muscles were spasming around him, did he reveal the truth. “I know I can never really have you.”
Running his hand up her toned stomach to her breast, he pinched her nipple as he stroked her clit. Her exquisite scream filled the room as she convulsed around him, her body bucking, thighs quaking, shoulders pinned against the mattress as she arched her entire body. Grabbing her hips, he thrust in earnest, his climax so close he could taste it.
When his balls tightened, and his release shot forward, he withdrew from her on a roar. She melted onto the mattress, watching him through heavy lids, while he stroked himself to his finish. When he painted her breasts and belly with his climax, the only word he was capable of was her name.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Vanessa woke in an empty bed, but for the first time in a very long time she didn’t feel alone. Before she opened her eyes, she lay for a couple of minutes listening to the waves crashing outside the window.
They’d been a constant backdrop to her and Jordan’s lovemaking through the night, an orchestra accompanying their moans of pleasure. While she slept, they were a gentle lullaby that drowned out any intrusive thoughts or worries she might have had. She wanted to relax in that loud, rushing sound for the rest of the day.
But she also wanted to get her hands on Jordan again, so she knew she’d have to emerge from their love nest to find him.
Love nest. A smile curved her lips at the idea of them cocooning themselves in this bed while they drove each other over peak after peak for hours. If they were ever going to kill each other, that was the way to do it.
Besides, she barely had any clothes with her, so there was really no point in doing anything else.
Rolling onto her side, she reached out to the empty,unmade half of the bed beside her. She expected he wouldn’t be one to sleep in, not with his restless soul.
With a sigh, she stretched her legs. A delicious ache tugged between them. A reminder of all they’d done last night. For an old guy, Jordan had a lot of stamina. Maybe the near decade he’d spent celibate had something to do with the flurry of orgasms he’d unleashed on her last night.
Climbing out of bed, she trotted over to her travel bag. A second look confirmed she didn’t have much that was appropriate for a stay at a snowy beach house.
