She huffs out apuhsound from her pretty lips. “That’s not what I meant. You have a kid and you were engaged, so you’re obviously more experienced than me.”
I nod, conceding the point until something comes to me. “Wait, don’t you have a boyfriend? That football dude? I may not be a saint, but I don’t mess with another man’s woman.”And why the hell hasn’t that idiot taken this gorgeous creature to bed?
She looks affronted. “We broke up.” Her hands find her hips as her eyes narrow. “And I would never cheat on someone.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “Sorry, didn’t mean to imply that. Last I heard, you were with someone. So what did you have in mind?”
“Just get ’er done so it’s not hanging over my head like a neon sign anymore. I’m sick of everyone talking about sex and I’m just sitting there nodding and smiling because I haven’t experienced it. So you can just, you know,boop, boop.” She pokes the air twice with her index finger. “And then it's done.”
For some reason, that pisses me off, but I do my best to mask it. Gliding my hand up her bare arm, I trace it slowly over her shoulder before letting it rest at the back of her neck. Then I grab a handful of her hair and tug, extracting a gasp from those perfect lips. Our faces are a mere inch apart as I step closer, bracketing my spread legs on either side of hers, trapping her against the door like some kind of boorish brute.
“I want to make one thing very clear, sweetheart. That’s not how I do things.” My growl verges on the edge of control, and my eyes are like hot lasers on hers. “There will be absolutely noboop, boop and we’re donebullshit. We’ll do this my fucking way or not at all.”
So much for masking my annoyance.
“And what’s your way?” Jordie asks. Her eyes are darker now, like melted turquoise stones.
I drag my nose across her cheek until I reach her ear. She’s wearing the Red Haze perfume, and my cock is so goddamn hard I’m not sure how it hasn’t busted out my zipper.
My voice turns to a sultry purr. “I will take my time with you, McNamara. I will kiss and suck and tongue-fuck you until your pussy is wet and begging for my cock.” Her soft sigh tells me she likes thatidea, so I continue. “Then I will fill you up and pop that sweet little cherry of yours. And I won’t stop fucking you until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from your exquisite body.”
Her voice is higher pitched than normal. “I’ve heard most women don’t come their first time.”
I chuckle, dark and low, earning me a shiver from the woman in my grasp. “I can be a very patient man, sweetheart.” I kiss the spot in front of her ear. “Trust me, I’ll take care of you.”
“I do trust you,” she whispers, and again, those words hit me like a ton of bricks. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this if you’re not attracted to me.”
Dropping the bag I’m still holding, I wrap that hand around her back and yank her roughly against me, letting my desire press against her flat stomach.
“Does that feel like I’m not attracted to you?” I grunt, shifting my head so I can see her face.
Jordie’s eyelids pop open wide, and she glances down before surprising me by sliding a hand between us and wrapping her fingers around my dick. My teeth clench at the bold move as she slides her hand up and down over my pants, taking the measure of me.
“Jesus, Phoenix. I’m gonna start calling you tripod.”
I chuckle. “I’m not small, McNamara. That’s why I said I’m not going to rush this.” Tilting my forehead forward to rest against hers, I close my eyes and remind myself she’s been drinking. The most reluctant words I’ve ever uttered fall from my lips. “And I’m not going to have sex with you.”
“You’re not?” Her gasp brushes against my mouth, and I can taste the cherries on her breath.
“Not tonight,” I clarify. “You had at least four shots and two cocktails that I counted, and I’m not that guy.”
Her lips brush softly against mine. “But are you this guy?”
My brain wars with every other part of my body, and the majority wins. “Yeah, I am,” I whisper against her lips a second before I close my mouth over hers. She opens for me, dipping her tongue against mine before pulling back in a subtle tease.
I angle my head to take things deeper, and dear god in heaven, she’ssweeter than I could have imagined. My hands drop to her lower back, just above her tight, firm ass, and I’m reminded she’s not currently wearing any panties.
At this point, I should be canonized as a saint for not whipping out my dick and fucking her against this door. But I manage to hold onto that single thread of control that’s dangling near the edge of my moral compass. When Jordie lifts her leg and hooks it over my hip, that damn thread begins to fray. Her dress rides up, and I feel the heat of her bare pussy against my crotch as she buries her hands in my hair.
“Fuck, baby,” I mumble against her mouth before kissing her harder. She whimpers, but it’s not a sound of fear or reticence. No, it’s pure, raw longing that matches my own. Our tongues twirl together, and Jordie matches me stroke for stroke, not shy in the least as she grinds a circle against my erection with her sex.
She’s wet, and I press farther into her as she finds a rhythm that’s nothing short of wanton. One of my hands finds its way to the back of her smooth, bare thigh, and I hold her closer as she continues to ride against my cock. When her movements become jerky, I know she’s close.
Releasing her lips with a soft suck, all my attention is on her gorgeous face as she tilts her head back and flutters her eyelids closed. The swiveling of her hips is audacious, not the unskilled movements I would have expected of an inexperienced woman, and I’ll be damned if that isn’t the biggest turn on. She’s in tune with her own body, knows what she wants, and goes for it.
“Phoenix,” she pants, and my name on her lips almost has me coming on the spot.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Ride it out and make yourself come.” I can’t help but lick a torturous line up the side of her exposed neck, and when I reach her ear, I command, “Do it. Now.”
