“Hey, I didn’t look very close when I ordered. I was trying to be fast. But damn. That really is good.” I take another swig, then another.
My spirits are high. I can’t stop smiling. Tonight had been so lovely, sitting on the cliffside watching the gorgeous sunset. It was dreamy and romantic and overall pretty perfect. Especially with Jordan. This man is everything I’ve wanted in a partner.
And to think Jordan believes his depression will scare me off? He doesn’t know me at all if he thinks that’s true.
After putting the last of the food away, Jordan sinks onto the couch with a quiet sigh, stretching his legs out. He seems so tired and relaxed, shirt partly riding up, and socks removed. He looks good. Really good.
I stare at him for a beat too long before handing him his glass and sitting next to him. “To seaside sunsets.”
He clinks my glass. “And honesty.”
I hum, taking a sip. “Mmm, yes. And honesty.”
Jordan places a hand on my thigh as we drink. He’s quiet now, attention elsewhere. Not sad, just thoughtful. I’m not sure I’ve seen his sad face in person yet.
Jordan’s wine is gone after only a few swallows. Mine takes longer, but at halfway gone, it’s already blurring the edges and loosening me up. My usual insecurities are shifting to the backdrop.
I stare at Jordan. At his long, shiny hair and smooth face, and a warm bubble fills me. “You’re so pretty.”
He turns to me, surprised.
I drape an arm along the back of the couch as I turn to stroke his beautiful hair. “I love your hair.”
He seems amused, one brow arching. “You’re feeling the wine, aren’t you?”
I smirk and lean in. “You’re like Conan, and I always had a crush on Conan.”
The edges of Jordan’s lips turn up, his hand sliding a little further up my leg. His finger grazes the inside of my thigh.
I finish my glass, then get up to pour some more. The air in the room is somehow thicker now. Warmer. I tug at my shirt, pulling it off. Wandering to the table, I admire his plants as I drink. The names of them elude me, but I touch each leaf gingerly, wishing I could have even a fraction of his collection.
“These are pretty,” I say, admiring a flowering vine near the window. I gently rub the petals against my face. “And soft. Your plants are soft, Jordan.”
He chuckles.
When I wander back to the living room, Jordan’s attention is fixated on me, eyes hooded. He’s watching me hungrily, wetting his lips. And I realized it’s because at some point, I’d shed my pants and underwear too. I’m completely naked in front of him.
Heat courses through me as I look down at my soft, round body. It’s the first time he’s really seen me this way. I’d gotten undressed for bed last night in the dark. I changed in private. I didn’t shower with him this morning. All things I know Jordan has noticed, but hasn’t commented on.
And now I can’t hide. I chew my lip before glancing up, and suddenly, none of that seems to matter now. The way Jordan is looking at me—atallof me—is with pure longing. Desire. Need.
It surprises me.
Jordan sets his goblet on the side table, then scoots to the edge of the couch. “Come here.”
I go to him, unsure of what to expect. Jordan places his large, warm hands on my hips, pulling me even closer, so he can kiss my heated skin.
“Jordan.” I pull away, but he stops me.
“Let me,” he pleads.
He kisses me again, first my stomach, then each of my thighs. The entire time, his hands are exploring me. Touching, pleasing, stroking. Desire stirs quickly, my cock hardening. He licks my tip, flicking his tongue over my slit, and my jaw drops as he swirls his tongue around the head.
I forget everything else except for the man in front of me. Jordan doesn’t rush. Doesn’t fumble. He licks up both sides of my cock, then my thighs, my stomach again. He kisses me everywhere, before finally, blissfully, taking my cock down his throat. I gasp at the sudden heat.
Jordan blows me like he wants to make my toes curl. When a strand of hair gets in his mouth, I use both hands to pull his hair away, twirling it around my wrist. It somehow connects us even more. I can’t look away, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “So beautiful.”
He lifts his gaze, and what I see makes my heart stutter.
