Perfect.
Burying my face against his neck, I nipped along the shell of his ear. “I used to pride myself on my restraint, but you’re just too damn hard to resist.”
I sped up my pace, plunging my cock into him so hard and so fast that I had to cling to his hips to keep him from sliding across the rug. His fingers trembled on my shoulders, too weak and overwhelmed to hold onto me. He was completely at my mercy, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear in his eyes.
Just the pleasure of surrender, and the warm comfort of trust.
I’d never understood people who took pictures of their partners in intimate poses, but looking down at Jordy underneath me now, it finally made sense. I wished I had a camera so I could capture the image he created and keep it with me forever and revisit it whenever I wanted.
“Honestly, darling,” I said, as I watched him pant so hard that a drop of spit rolled down from the corner of his mouth over his cheek. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
It took only a few more well-timed thrusts before I got to watch him unravel. His back arched and his face scrunched upin a silent scream as his whole body trembled through the shock of his orgasm. The sight of him, locked in the jaws of an ecstasy that I’d created, pushed me over the edge into my own climax as well, but it was an afterthought. My pleasure was a whisper compared to the symphony that he created, and I honestly would have been satisfied even if I never finished at all.
It took several minutes for him to calm down enough for me to even pull out of him, but I was content to spend the time lying there with him as I held him in my arms. The floor was cold, and the rug was abrasive on oversensitive skin, but there was no place I’d rather be in that moment.
Even once he’d calmed down, he still lacked the strength to move for a while. I took the opportunity to fetch a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean us both up, then covered him with a spare blanket so he wouldn’t get cold while I tidied up our scattered clothing.
When I returned a few minutes later, I found him no longer lying insensate on the floor. Instead, he stood by the large bedroom window, a blanket draped around his shoulders like a cloak as he looked out over the city that was soon to become his new home.
“Hey, Kitt,” he said, as I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “You meant it, right? You really want me to live with you?”
I pressed a kiss against his neck, admiring the bruise I’d left there during our lovemaking.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.”
With a delightful sound, Jordy buried his laughter in the blanket. “Well, you didn’t really ask. You just kinda shoved me at an empty closet.”
Luckily, our position meant he couldn’t see my face, so I was able to hide the embarrassed flush of my cheeks. “In my defense,I’ve never done this before, although that wasn’t how I planned to ask you.”
“Did you really have a whole proposal planned out?”
Jordy’s blue eyes sparkled with mirth, and he was clearly joking, but his question reminded me of something important. Asking him to wait there, I headed for my office to retrieve my briefcase from its place locked away in my safe.
When I returned, as soon as Jordy saw the metal briefcase in my hand, the humor in his eyes disappeared and his expression instantly turned serious.
“Kitt?”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I promised him as I laid the briefcase on the bed to open it. “At least, I don’t think it is. But there’s something else you need to see. I was planning to tell you about this earlier before asking you to stay here, but... well, you know how that turned out.”
Taking out a file from the briefcase, I handed it over to him.
He looked at it for a moment, the furrow in his brow only deepening the longer he stared at the pages.
“Who’s Sean Emerson?”
There was no easy way to say it, so I figured it was best to be blunt.
“You are.”
The file slipped from Jordy’s hands, and I had to catch it before it hit the floor. He didn’t even seem to notice, staring at me with eyes so wide the whites were completely visible around the blue.
“Me?”
“Yes.” I rearranged the pages that had slipped out of place when the file fell. “It’s taken us a while to process all of the information we got from the bell ringers. Well, we finally managed to find some info about you. I remembered that you told me that you had no idea what your original name was. Jordywas what you’d always been called, so you kept it, but you just had to come up with a last name when they were making your paperwork. You said you picked Emerson because you liked the look of it. Well, apparently there was a reason for that. Emerson was your original surname.”
I handed him back the carefully arranged file.
His fingers shook as he accepted it this time.
