He didn’t know why. Maybe it was her sharp tone or the fact that he wanted her to see him as being there for so much more, but her words stung.
“Yes, that’s why I’m here.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Then what?”
“A big fashion show in New York City, where everyone will know you’ll be, isn’t safe.” How could she not see that?
“Jordan—” Her lower lip trembled.
Shit, double shit. Fuck this shit. Was she crying?
“I have to go. I have to. If I don’t, I—the stalker wins.”
He closed his eyes for the briefest moment. When he opened them again, she was watching him carefully. If the show at The Link was a second chance at her reputation, then this show in New York was the redemption song of her career.
How could he be the one to keep her from this? A man who wanted to control her had once derailed her career and her life. Hell would have to freeze over before he did the same.
“Let me work on a safety plan.” He’d better not fucking regret this. If anything happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt. “No promises tho?—”
Before he could finish his sentence, she launched herself into his arms. Her scent and warmth enveloped him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and he tugged her onto his lap.
At this point, he would do anything for her. He’d take her to New York and keep her safe. Or die trying.
CHAPTER FORTY
“Jordan, I can’t. I can’t.” She couldn’t stop the scream building in her throat even if she tried. Her clit was already over sensitized from the two earlier orgasms. But bouncing on top of him, holding the headboard for purchase, while his thick dick hit the deepest part of her was exquisite pleasure.
They’d been going fast and furious since they finished dinner, the anticipation building all afternoon and evening. After they’d returned home and Jordan had completed his routine sweep of the property, checking for anything suspicious, she’d talked him into another, more intentional, cold dip. She’d lasted two minutes and fourteen seconds before racing to the outdoor shower, where Jordan had used his fingers to get her off, while her scream echoed down the beach.
Later, he made her grilled chicken and salad, which felt good after the indulgent afternoon of treats. While they were washing dishes, he’d put on a basketball game. They watched for a bit, but she’d asked so many questions that he’d shut her up with a kiss, and that was when orgasm twohad happened. Now it was near midnight, and she was barreling straight toward number three.
“Yes, you can.” His voice was gritty now, authoritative, and sexy as all hell. “Come on, princess, one more. Give me one fucking more.” His fingers dug around her hips as he guided her onto him.
Knowing they were headed right for the peak, she reached behind her, and cupped his balls gently in her hand. They were as hard as his cock. A harsh groan ripped from him as she massaged them. It was the signal she needed.
She canted her hips as she slowed to a gentle rock. His eyes hooded with confusion. Judging by the throb of his erection inside her, he was probably as delirious from the ecstasy as she was, so she understood his bewilderment.
But she wanted something out in the open if they were going to spend the rest of the night fucking.
Leaning down, she let her ultra-sensitive nipples brush his chest. The sensation was electric, and she bit back a moan. “I want you to come inside me.” She let the words hang there so they could marinate in his lust-filled head.
“Vanessa—” His voice was hoarser than she’d ever heard it, like it was being scraped across sandpaper. His fingers flexed around her hips.
“You haven’t yet,” she continued, needing to get the words out. “Every time we have sex, you come anywhere but inside me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been hot, but Jordan, I need you to know that I’ve never let anyone come inside me without a condom. No one. But I want you to.” She shook her head. “It’s more like need. My whole being screams for it, and when you pull out, there’s a discontent in my body that never goes away.”
His expression was broken, eyes tight, jaw tense. Heopened his mouth, but she stopped his words with her index finger to his lips. He pulsed inside her, and she shifted her hips, her nerve endings demanding release, but her heart needed to finish speaking.
“It’s not happening tonight,” she added softly. “I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to. Before anything happens, I need to know what’s going on in here.” She pressed her palm over his heart, then reached up and smoothed her fingers over his hair before settling them on his temple. “And up here.” Her gaze locked with his. “And whatever it is, we’ll work through it, because I know that you’re aching to fill me up as much as I’m aching to be filled by you.”
With a rough grunt, Jordan twisted, and in one fluid, commanding movement, he reversed their positions and pinned her to the bed, their bodies still joined. “You—” His breath caught, but he didn’t finish.
Vanessa let out a nervous laugh. “You keep saying that, and then letting it hang there, like a warning.”
He gave a shallow thrust, then another. Then a deeper one, and she let out a moan. “Not a warning. Just…wonder.” He kissed her, long and deep as he moved inside her in languid, teasing strokes that set the blood in her veins on fire. When he broke away, he looked her in the eye. “Now let me fuck you like you’re mine.”
His next thrust pushed her up the mattress, and her ankles dug against his back for leverage. She couldn’t get him close enough, and his name tore from her like a desperate plea.
He reached above her, grabbed a pillow, and shoved it under her lower back, tilting her hips upward so his cock pushed deeper. Her satisfied scream pierced the air, her breasts jostling against his chest. He increased his pace andforce, planting one hand beside her head as his gaze pierced hers.
