And then I heard it.
“Fuck.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jordan
I sat backon the sofa, trying to act cool.
Trying, being the key word.
My knee was bouncing like I was about to play Centre Court again, not watch my girl walk out of a hotel bedroom in lingerie I’d bought with more hope than confidence.
I’d taken a gamble—pale, blue lace, her favourite colour. Soft, delicate, just a bit daring. Feminine, but not over the top. I wanted her to feel beautiful, not like she was pandering to my fantasy. I wanted her to know how I saw her: stunning, sexy, already everything to me.
My heart was hammering. Not just because I was desperate to see her tits, but becauseshewas here. Finally. After almost two weeks of voice notes, and FaceTime kisses, and going to bed with my cock in my hand, and her voice in my head…she was finally fucking here.
I’d counted the hours. Dodged unwanted attention at the L.A. parties I’d ducked out of early to call her. Brushed off every flirty conversation, every wandering eye. I didn’t care. She was all I wanted. All I could think about.
Then I heard her shy voice, and saw her.
Fuck. My girl stood there like she’d been made for me and no one else. All that soft, impossible beauty wrapped in lace I’d picked out,but it was her wearing it that ruined me. Not the cut, not the colour. Her. The way her eyes caught mine like I was the only man in the world worth looking at.
My breath caught in my throat. She looked…Jesus Christ. That body, those legs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts framed perfectly in sheer lace. Her hair all wild around her shoulders. Her eyes locked on mine like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Fuck, this was all mine. Nobody else got to see her like this.
“I knew you were going to look good in that,” I said, my voice already hoarse, “but I didn’t realise you were going to look like an actual Victoria’s Secret model.”
She laughed, that flirty, knowing laugh I’d been aching for all week. She walked towards me slow, her hips swaying, teasing with confidence. Then she climbed onto my lap like she’d done it a hundred times, straddling me, her bare thighs warm against mine, her scent sinking into my skin.
I let out a low groan as my hands landed on her waist, gripping like I didn’t trust myself to let go. My cock was already aching beneath my shorts, pressing hard against the fabric and her heat.
“Miss me?” she asked in a faux innocent voice, rolling her hips just enough to make me gasp.
“Jesus, Katie…” I gritted out. “That’s a cruel question.”
She smirked, she kissed me with a slow, aching hunger, like she’d been waiting weeks for this. She had me exactly where she wanted me.
Her mouth tasted just as sweet as I remembered. Her hands slid up my chest, into my hair. My tongue tangled with hers. Showing her exactly how hungry I was for her. “Take this off,” I muttered, tugging at the lace between us.
“Ijustput it on,” she complained against my lips.
“Then leave it on,” I growled, standing with her wrapped around me. “But I’m not stopping until you forget every second we spent apart.”
She moaned as I carried her into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed like she was something breakable. Not because she was delicate, but because I was in awe of her. I worshipped her. And I’d fightlike hell to keep her here. No one else would ever touch her like this. No one else would ever know the way she came apart for me.
My mouth traced her collarbone, down the swell of her breasts, over the soft curve of her ribs. She tasted like everything I remembered, warmth, and something entirely her. My hand slipped between her thighs, andChrist, she was drenched already. I pressed against her through the lace, slow at first, with teasing circles that had her hips rolling up to meet me. When I finally slipped a finger inside, her whole body jolted like the pleasure shocked her.
“Jordan…” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets. “Please?—”
I kissed her hard, swallowing the sound, moving my hand in rhythm while my thumb dragged deliberate strokes over her clit. She broke the kiss to gasp, head tipping back into the pillow, and I couldn’t stop myself from murmuring filth into her parted mouth. “Fuck, Katie…I dreamt about this. Ten days without your perfect pussy, and I nearly lost my mind.”
Her eyes fluttered, lashes wet, lips trembling with a whimper that sounded like pure surrender. “Don’t stop…don’t you dare stop.”
I curled my fingers just right, felt her tighten, felt her chasing her pleasure. Nothing compared to watching this woman come apart for me. And when she came, it was my name on her lips.
She took a moment to catch her breath, when she did she gently placed her hands on my shoulder and pushed me back slowly against the headboard. She brought her lips to mine, teasing my bottom lip with her teeth. She swung her legs over so that she was straddling me again, and unhooked her bra with one hand reached behind her. She slipped the straps off slowly, her full breasts falling from the release.
“I’ve had ten days to plan my revenge, Jordan,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, pressing her blushed nipples into my eyeline.
