Her gaze flew up to his. “Do what?”
“Lick your lips while you’re starring at my cock. Otherwise, this isn’t going to go the way I plan.”
She raised her eyebrows. “How do you plan for it to go?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “You’ll see.” He lapped at her belly button before nipping at her lower abdomen, above her waist band. Moving lower, he blew hot breath through her pants before grabbing a handful of material at her hips and pulling her pants down her legs.
She panted, praying he wouldn’t stop and that she wouldn’t embarrass herself by coming as soon as he touched her. His hands pushed her thighs apart and he wedged his shoulders between her legs. Spreading her outer folds with this thumbs, he tongued the hood of her clit.
Her whole body trembled. She pressed her head back into the pillow and bit her lips to keep from moaning.
“Don’t hold back, Emme. Give it to me.”
He kept her spread as he licked and sucked at her most sensitive parts. The orgasm coiled deep in her belly like a spring wound too tight. One more turn, one small touch, and it would explode. Jordan pressed his tongue hard against her clit and pushed two fingers into her.
Her world shattered and reverberations spread through her body in waves. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bit back a scream while straining against his hold. She wanted to escape and be closer at the same time. Her hips moved in rhythm to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. The pressure of his tongue eased up as her movements became less frenzied, until he barely touched her. All the tension left her body at once. If she could have collapsed, she would have. Good thing she was already lying down.
His hands left her and she heard the drawer of the table open. The bed shifted and she peeled open her eyes to watch him pull his pants off, foil packet gripped in his teeth. Her breathing picked back up at the sight of him.
God, he was beautiful. He tore the foil packet open and rolled the condom over his erection. His body covered hers, his cock nudging her opening.
“Do you want to keep going?”
Her eyes widened. “Kind of late to be asking that, isn’t it?”
He shook his head. “It’s never too late to ask that. If you’ve had enough, I’ll stop.”
She shifted her hips, rubbing her slick opening along his hard length. “What about you?”
Gritting his teeth, he said, “I’ll go rub one out in the shower.”
Running her hands down his sides, she grabbed his butt and pulled him in tight. “As much as I’d like to watch that, I want to keep going.”
He kissed her. Hard and carnal, none of his earlier gentleness evident. She could tell he was still holding back because of her injuries. His tongue swept into her mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips as he entered her.
She wrapped her legs high on his waist, digging her heels into his ass. He surged forward, sinking deep and she contracted around him. He pulled out and pushed back in, setting a steady rhythm. Her hips rocked to match him.
“Oh god, Emme. You feel so good.” His breath was harsh and hot on her neck, where his face was tucked. One hand worked its way between her lower back and the bed. He tilted her hips, changing the angle, allowing him to go even deeper.
The spring coiled tight again, slower this time. She concentrated on the feel of him. The push and pull. The rub of his pelvis on her sensitive nub. She buried her head in his shoulder and let out a sob as the spring released again.
Her orgasm set him off. He thrust hard, shortening his strokes until he sank into her and stayed there while his body shuddered. He rolled them to the side, onto her good shoulder, keeping their connection.
She didn’t know how long they’d lain there. All she knew was she could feel him still throbbing inside her. Every time, her body would respond with an answering pulse. She whimpered when he withdrew.
“Need to get rid of this.” He kissed her before rolling out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.
Emme watched his retreat while her mind raced. Holy cow. She’d just had sex with Jordan. Really good sex. Hire-a-skywriter good sex. She should have listened to him. Should have let him hold her and left it at that. Because she was pretty sure she’d fallen in love with him.
It’s just endorphins. The trauma.
Shit. Who was she kidding? She’d been in love with Jordan Grant since she was fifteen years old. She’d been fooling herself for the past decade and a half, telling herself it was a school-girl crush. She probably could have kept up that lie if this hadn’t happened, but now she knew the feel of his body in hers. No one had ever measured up to the myth she’d built in her head and now no one would ever be able to live up to the reality.
He came back into the room and she cursed herself for not taking the time to put her clothes back on. He didn’t seem to have an issue with it since he climbed back into the bed with her. He folded an arm under his head and lay on his back next to her, starring at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She smiled. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
