Curling a hand under her thigh, I lift it up and place her foot on the shower bench, opening her more fully for my fingers to slick through her folds. She moans when I push a finger inside her and grind her clit with the heel of my palm. Another finger joins the first, and I pump them slowly, making sure to scrape along her inner walls every time I pull out. She’s still swollen from earlier and filled with my cum. I fucking love that she carries a part of me inside her. One day, I hope she’ll carry my child. A precious life that she and I create together. I want a future with this woman. I want it all.
“So wet and tight for me.”
“Yes,” she rasps, her hips following the movement of my hand, seeking more of the pleasure I’m giving her.
I kiss behind her ear. “You feel so good. I love touching you. Making you come. Hearing your moans.”
I release her hip to cup her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between my fingers.
“Jordan, I need to come.Please. Please let me come.”
“Tell me.”
I hold back, not giving her what she wants until I hear her say it. She doesn’t ask me what it is I want her to say. She knows.
“I love you.”
“Again,” I say, my hands playing her body, her pussy, her breasts. I brand her skin with my teeth, biting down on her shoulder.
“I love you.” It rips out of her on a scream as she climaxes beautifully in my arms.
Turning her face, my lips take hers, kissing her through her orgasm, wanting to drink in every moan she makes. When her shudders subside, she collapses back into me. One arm reaches behind her to circle my neck and pulls my mouth back for another long kiss.
After lengthy minutes, she drops to her knees, a smile on her face as she looks up at me and takes me in her hand, pumping my aching length slowly from root to tip.
“Tell me,” she says with a sexy, sassy grin.
Those three words are easy to say because I feel them etched in my bones.
“I love you.”
Chapter 46
Already dressed and sitting cross-legged on Jordan’s bed, I watch him rummage through his chest of drawers while I pile my still-damp hair on top of my head and secure it in a messy bun. Once he puts on some clothes, we’re going to find Mason. I’m not looking forward to that talk, but it’s one he and I need to have. I can’t have my best friend and my—
“Stupid question. What do I call you?” I ask him.
Jordan glances at me over his shoulder. “Not exactly sure what you’re asking.”
Suddenly anxious and feeling absolutely ridiculous, I pick at a loose thread on the bedspread with my fingernail. “Like, when I introduce you to someone, what do I call you?”
He pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs that do wonderful things for his ass. “What do you want to call me?”
Huffing, I throw my hands up in the air. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
“I’m yours.”
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see because his back is turned. “Not helpful.”
With a grin in his voice, he says, “I’m your boyfriend, Douglass.”
Hearing it makes me all kinds of happy. Jordan Hammond is myboyfriend. Which makes me his girlfriend. I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend before, which is sadly pitiful for a woman my age.
He turns around with a shit-eating grin and tosses me a long silk tie while waggling his eyebrows.
“We can use that tonight,” he insinuates, going back to searching his drawers for clothes.
I pick up the blue and slate-gray patterned tie. It’s extremely soft and satiny between my fingers. Maybe Jordan does have a kink after all. Maybe I do too because the thought of him tying me up gets me excited. With care, I fold it over and place it on the middle pillow at the headboard.
