“Thanks,” I reply anyway, accepting the bottle he dislodges from a sports belt he’s wearing around his waist.
As I pop the spout cap and suck in the ice-cold water, my eyes follow the lone bead of sweat flowing over the ridges of his defined six-pack.
“Babe.”
My attention reluctantly snaps up to his face, his blue eyes heated and half-lidded.
“Keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m going to fuck you against the tree behind you.”
And there go my panties, up in flames.
For a very long, extended minute, I contemplate that visual. We’re somewhere out in the middle of the Hammond property surrounded by nothing but manicured green grass, trees, the chirping of Cardinals, and the loud squawks of Blue Jays. According to the text message Harper sent me and Jordan when we arrived at his house from Bush Intercontinental, Bennett’s plane was delayed by an hour. Which means, Jordan and I are out here, secluded and alone, where no one can see us.
I’ve been walking a tightrope of arousal and sexual frustration since last night. And sleeping next to Jordan in my small bed didn’t help. Plastered to his body all night long and not being able to do anything other than kiss and touch, was absolute torment, in the most wondrous way. With fingertips and lips, we spent hours learning one another’s bodies quietly in the dark before sleep pulled us both under.
I peek over my shoulder at the maple tree, tall and statuesque and thick-trunked. I badly want to take him up on his very tempting threat, but I feel icky with caked-on sweat, and not the good kind you get during great sex. Then I decide, screw it. I don’t care how sweaty and gross I am. I’ve wanted him for years, loved him for just as long. It’s like a floodgate has burst wide open, and I can’t keep my hands off him now that I’m allowed to touch him, kiss him, make love to him.
An idea takes shape and barrels over my exhausted, tired bones, giving me renewed energy. I take another glance around. Nothing but serene, beautiful nature.
With deliberate slowness, I tip the water bottle and squeeze out a few drops onto his chest, the tiny, pear-shaped rivulets flowing over his dusky brown nipple, hardening it to a sharp point.
“What are you doing?”
My thighs clench together at his husky voice.
“I’m thirsty.”
Peering up at him through my lashes, I lap at the droplets, dragging my tongue over his salty skin. Within seconds, his loose jogging shorts tent, and the temptation is too much. I roam a hand down his abs and slip underneath the elastic waistband to find him hot and hard.
Fisting my ponytail, he tugs lightly, bringing my mouth closer to his. “Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”
“I want you,” I tell him, stroking the satin of his length.
“Fuck, Douglass.” His hand tightens in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp, and I love the sharp tingle of pain it produces. “I need inside you.”
“Not yet.”
Emboldened by his desire for me, I gracefully lower to my knees on the spongy ground, enjoying his harsh intake as I unclip his sports belt and peel his shorts down over the curve of his tight ass. His cock juts free, a bead of translucent liquid pearling the tip. I run my fingers through the sprig of his pubic hair, up the full length of him, and along the underside vein to the base where I circle his girth with a reverent touch. There is no man more magnificent than Jordan.
With every ounce of love I have for him shining like twin spotlights in my eyes, I look up from my prone position, our gazes locking and holding, and I take him in my mouth.
I love you.
His jaw clenches, and he hisses through his teeth when I flatten my tongue and take him to the back of my throat.
Please love me back.
“So damn good, baby,” he grunts as I bob, lick, and suck, taking as much of him as I can, which is hard to do because he’s so big.
Please love me like I love you.
The rising sun is behind him, its rays bending around his tall silhouette, creating a godly illusion as I worship him with my mouth. A low growl sounds, and I’m suddenly hoisted off the ground, my yoga pants and underwear wrenched down my legs with one yank. Jordan’s mouth crushes mine, our tongues meeting on twin moans.
I violently kick off my shoes and am able to free one foot from its pants leg just as I’m lifted and pushed back against the scratchy bark of the maple tree.
With my pants and underwear dangling from my left foot, I wrap both legs around him. Jordan cradles the back of my head with his right hand, while his left grips my ass, securing me in place. He enters me in one stroke, stretching me deliciously, and I cry out, startling a Cardinal from the branches above us.
Our joining isn’t pretty or gentle. It’s fucking in its purest form. Two people devolved into feral animals, seeking the paradise of soul-shattering orgasms that only the other person can give them. My nails pierce taut muscles, digging in as he drives into me, his tongue following the same frantic rhythm.
