I nod, then shake my head. "I am, a little. But it's not my belly. It's usually my back—"
"Show me." He simply gives me his hands and waits.
Face flaming, I guide them to where it hurts most. "Here. And here." I whisper.
"Really?" He grabs the essential oil, pours some over his hands, then digs in, immediately finding pressure points I didn't even know existed.
I jump. "Oh—"
He freezes. "Too much?"
I bite my lip and shake my head, struggling to process what he's doing. I've never had a massage, let alone have one targeted for my cramps. "Have you… have you done this before?" I ask shyly. I know he's had a few girlfriends. But this… this feels too intimate.
Jordan resumes his gentle kneading, which he times with open-mouthed kisses on my skin. "For me, long gym workouts and full body massages go hand in hand. You pick up a thing or two over time. But no, baby, I've never touched anyone else like this."
He works a knot of muscle expertly and suddenly the pain transforms into something else.
"Oh God," I moan. "Oh God, that feels good."
He keeps massaging, working the knots, and I'm melting against him, the combination of pleasure and pain relief making my eyes roll back.
"Jordan," I breathe. "Jordan—I need you."
He makes a sound low in his throat and suddenly his hands are gripping my ass, lifting me off the counter.
He carries me into the massive shower, turns on the hot water, then he's pressing me against the tile wall, his mouth on mine again.
"Jordan, I'm making a mess—"
"No you're not." His voice is rough against my lips. "Besides, I don't mind. Do you?"
I search his eyes. He means it. He genuinely doesn't care.
"I—I guess not," I whisper.
"Good. Because intend to fuck you bare."
My heart pounds against my chest, and suddenly I want it too. This is probably the only time I'll have him without anything between us. And just like that, I'm fucking sold on day one sex.
He enters me slowly, carefully, and I gasp because it feels different skin to skin. More intense. More raw. I feel everything. And so does he because he throws his head back and curses. "You're so hot and tight. It's killing me not to take you hard."
"And turn your shower into a crime scene? No thanks." He arches an eyebrow when he gets my meaning. And then deliberately, he looks down, Whatever he sees makes him grin, his cock jerking hard inside me.
Men.I roll my eyes in disbelief. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
He cups my face, so I can't look away. "I crave all of you, Sabrina. Not just the airbrushed version." He moves inside me, slow and deep. "I want the mess and the realness and the moments you think aren't pretty. I fucking want it all."
Tears prick at my eyes. "You're insane."
"Probably." He kisses me softly. "But I'm yours."
His thumbs find those pressure points above my hips again, digging in while he moves, and the combination is overwhelming. The relief. The pleasure. The way he's looking at me like I'm his entire world.
"Feel good?" he murmurs against my neck.
"Yes—God help me, yes—"
He continues thrusting slow and deep, his hands keeping steady pressure on my lower back.
