Untangling our hands, he caresses my face with his thumbs to wipe away the tears wetting my cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?”
He tries to move off me, but I wrap my arms around him and hold tight. For a man who isn’t swollen with bulging muscles, I can only touch the tips of my fingers together at his back. Jordan has a swimmer’s body. Long and lean, with a broad chest and tapered, narrow hips. His arm muscles are insane.
“Stay. I’m feeling too much, and it’s a bit overwhelming. Just give me a sec to process.” The weight of him on top of me, surrounding me, is like a comforting, warm blanket.
Our lips find each other’s, and he kisses me until I’m floating.
“Your tits are amazing,” he murmurs as he strokes my breast.
Every pinch and pull makes my pussy spasm, and he starts to get hard again, which should be impossible.
I close my eyes and hum at how good it feels. “Glad you like them.”
“I love how sensitive they are. I thought orgasm by breast stimulation was an urban myth.”
Jordan moves lower and sucks a nipple into his mouth, then releases it and blows lightly until it hardens into a tight nub. My inner walls convulse around him, and he gives me the most wicked smirk.
Kissing his way back up to my lips, he says, “I think we navigated our first fight as a couple pretty well, don’t you think?”
My head pushes back into the pillow so I can see his face more clearly. The pillowcase smells like him.
“We didn’t have a fight. It was more of a disagreement.”
He trails his nose up along my neck. “Whatever. Glad to see you’re not fighting me about the couple thing or else I’d have to fuck some sense into you.”
Laughter splutters out. “You’re impossible.”
He bites my earlobe with his teeth. “Impossibly crazy about you.”
Rolling us over so that I’m sitting on top, his release trickles down my thighs, but he makes no move to pull out. On the contrary, he gets even harder until he’s stretching me fully. In this new position, everything feels…more.
His head rests propped on the pillow, and those pale blue eyes appear to glow like moonlight in the dimly lit room. My spine bows when his hands run up and over my chest, around the tops of my shoulders, and down my spine to my ass.
“You really are absolutely breathtaking. I love your body. Your skin is so damn soft.” His fingers trace over my hip bones to my stomach and abruptly stop at the diamond stud I wear above my navel. “This is unexpected.”
I battle back the urge to suck in my stomach to make it appear flatter. It’s hard letting go of the negative thoughts I have about my body. Clearly, Jordan has shown he doesn’t care about my extra weight, but those self-doubts still exist and will probably never fully go away.
“Blame your sister for all my piercings.”
His eyes dart to my breasts, and I playfully smack his chest.
“Not there. Here.” I point to the various piercings I have in my ears.
“They suit you. Very elegant yet badass.” When he circles my waist and lifts me up, I grip the beveled lip of the massive oak headboard and rotate my hips, riding him with slow movements. “I’m sorry for what I said about you and Mason.”
“You want to talk… now?”
When I stop moving, he grabs my hips and starts me going again. He slams me down on his cock, and holy shit, I feel it deep in my womb.
“It’s called multitasking, baby.”
“When did Harper tell you?”
Jordan watches with heated interest where we’re connected as he slides me up and down his length.
“I talked to Bennett about you, and he let it slip.”
