Giddy quivers fill my chest. “You talked to Bennett about me?”
He hums a yes and begins swirling his thumb around my swollen clit, eliciting tiny shocks of electric current that spread outward in trails of shimmery tingles.
“I need to know that it’s over between you two. Or do I need to prove to you again that you’re mine.”
He thrusts up inside me while simultaneously pulling me down, and I see stars. He’s jealous. I should be ashamed of how happy that makes me, but I’m not.
I grasp the headboard more firmly when he starts to fuck me in earnest.
“There was never anything going on between us other than on-again-off-again casual sex between friends. When he started dating someone, we stopped. But Mason is one of my best friends, and I willnotgive that up,” I emphasize, so Jordan understands there is a line I will not cross when it comes to Mason. “Do I need to ask you how many women you’ve slept with over the last five years?”
He massages one breast while continuing to rub my clit with his other hand. “None of them mattered. I also wasn’t falling in love with them.”
There it is again; Jordan using the word ‘love’ in reference to me. My heart literally skips a few beats.
Looking down at him, I reply, “Well, I was never in love with Mason.”
His smile is beatific. “So, you and me. We’re doing this. You’re my girl, and I’m your guy. Exclusively.”
Bombs of happiness explode in my chest. I nod, not able to formulate a response over the lump in my throat that forms as tears gather.
I can’t believe this is happening. How is this real?
He sits up and smashes his lips with mine. “Good. Glad we cleared that up. Now hold on tight because I’m about to rock your world.”
My laughter quickly turns to moans as he does just that.
I wake fully to the arousing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and an orgasm that hits me out of the blue. A real one, not the one I was dreaming about. Or maybe they are one and the same.
Jordan lifts his head from between my legs and smiles up at me. “Morning, gorgeous.”
“Jesus,” I breathe.
When my shudders subside, I melt into the mattress, all loose and relaxed and feeling every single place I’m sore from hours of sex. In the bed. In the shower. Bent over the footboard. Against the wall. Jordan definitely has stamina, and he used every bit of it on me last night. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand this morning.
He nips his way up my body and settles on top of me, kissing me tenderly.
Sighing happily, I lose myself to this new morning. The best morning ever. I’m going to have a lot to write in my journal.
Jordan rolls off me and reaches over to grab the steaming cup of coffee from a tray that’s set on his nightstand. I also notice there’s a bowl of fresh fruit and a plate filled with scrambled eggs, sausage links, triangles of toast, and a small vase with one perfect red rose.
He made me breakfast in bed.
Damn this sweet man.
I must have been knocked out cold for me not to notice he wasn’t sleeping beside me anymore. The last thing I remember is—my cheeks blush when I think about what we did in the shower. I don’t remember anything after that. Can someone black out from too many orgasms? Because I most definitely must have.
The sheet falls away when I sit up, and Jordan’s gaze zeros in on my bare breasts.
I point a finger at him. “No.”
I’m going to need a day or three to recover. I’m that sore… everywhere. I think I also have a few hickeys and bite marks. I look over at Jordan, who’s shirtless and wearing fitted black sweatpants with red trim. Him too, I take note when I see the love bite on his pectoral.
“What time is it?” I ask, taking a small sip of coffee from the ornate China cup.
“Just past nine.”
I never sleep past six.
