“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Christ.
That did it.
I dove back in, needing her lips on mine again. Her mouth opened for me, greedy and desperate, and I groaned into her like a man starving. Her fingers found my hair and tugged hard. The sound that broke from me wasn’t a word; it was need. My hand slid under her dress, up her warm, smooth thigh until I found the lace and heat between her legs. The second my fingers pressed against her, I nearly lost it.
“Jesus, Kate,” I growled, my voice gravelled and rough. I couldn’t hold back with her anymore. “You’re dripping for me and I’ve barely touched you.”
Her gasp was pure fire. "I got wet the moment you stepped on that court."
“Fuck,” I muttered against her jaw, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as I hauled her up into my lap. She clung to me, her dress riding high, thighs gripping my hips like she was never letting go.
“Jordan…where…” she tried to say against my mouth.
“Bed,” I told her, voice rough with want. “I need you spread out in my sheets, Kate. I’ve been aching for this. I want to ruin you properly.”
The bedroom door was barely open before I had her pinned against it, kissing her like she was the only thing that made sense in that moment. She rolled her hips into me and I swore, becausefuck, she could feel how hard I was for her. Her fingers fisted in my hair again, tugging just enough to make me groan.
She moaned into my mouth, grinding harder against me, and I swear to God, I was on the verge of losing it right there.
But I had plans. Not polite ones, either.
By the time she’d crawled backward against the duvet, I was feral. She spread her thighs like an invitation, daring me to come closer.
The dress never stood a chance. Control had already left the room. My fingers clawed at the straps, shoving them down, greedy to get her bare beneath me. And once I did, I couldn’t help but stare because fuck, she was unreal. Pale skin, perfect tits, curves that made me want to mark her everywhere. And she still didn’t see how beautiful she truly was.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice rough, dragging my shirt off and shoving my jeans down impatiently. “Hottest thing I’ve ever had in my bed, and you don’t even fucking realise.”
I caught her biting her lip, eyes raking over my body. “You’d better cancel that Uber,” I said, breathless.
She met my eye with a fire that made my blood burn. “I never ordered it.”
Fuck.She’d just flipped the whole thing on me, and I’d never wanted anything more. She was going to ruin me, and I was going to thank her afterward.
I found the delicate scrap of her lace thong between her thighs, and tore it clean off with both hands. The sound cracked through the air, sharp and filthy, and she gasped. For a second, I just looked at her, bare for me, wet forme.
I leaned down, hand sliding up her inner thigh until I was palming her bare pussy. “You’re mine tonight,” I said, my voice darkening. “Every inch of you. Do you understand?”
Her eyes blazed. “Then stop talking and fuck me already.”
She grabbed me by the waistband of my boxers, pulled me between her thighs as if distance had become unbearable. My mouth found herneck, her collarbone, her perfect, round tits. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. She was fucking everywhere, under my skin, in my veins.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“In the drawer,” I said with no hesitation. I leaned over, grabbed one out of the box, pushed my boxers down, and I rolled it on fast. I was so hard I could barely think straight.
She raised an eyebrow as I knelt between her legs.
“I thought you didn’t do this kind of thing,” she teased.
I gave her a dark grin. “I don’t. But when a smart-mouthed, fuckable little blonde wrecks your whole damn life plan…a guy needs to be prepared.”
I lined myself up, and pushed in with one long, deliberate thrust, relishing in the way she gasped sharply. Pleasure pulling her under completely. I felt the way her back arched, her legs trembling around me—it nearly undid me.
“Fuck, Kate,” I breathed, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I gave her a second to adjust to my size. “So fucking tight. You’re shaking for me already, sweetheart.”
She shuddered. “Jordan…Jesus, you’re?—”
