hard-on, and the attention makes it stiffer.
“I want you.” I grip the thickness and hiss at the slick, constricting contact.
She staggers forward, then stops, and her spine snaps straight. “Is this why I’m here? Are you just looking for an easy fuck?”
I cringe at hearing her refer to herself in such a way. “Nothing about you has been easy.”
She frowns, and I want to punch myself for saying the wrong thing, no matter how truthful it is.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t trust my intentions.”
“Do you trust mine?”
“Worst case scenario, you’re here to use me for sex?” I shrug. “I can live with that.” I don’t tell her that I’ve already decided I’ll never let her go again. She made it pretty clear in the car that she belongs to no one. It’ll take some time and convincing to get her to the understanding that she good and damn well belongs to me.
The sound of her laughter pulls me violently from my possessive inner monologue. I look up just in time to catch her hips as she straddles my lap. The second her heat presses against me, the smile vanishes, and her lips part. She arches her back, grinding against me while her nipples brush against my chest. “This last week has felt like a lifetime.”
I grip the soft flesh of her ass and help her move against me, parting her for deeper contact. “I like the way you feel.” In my space, against my body, and under my skin. I slip my hand between her legs and find her slick and needy. A groan rolls off my tongue when she leans in to lick water from my lips.
I’ve been with professionals in the sex industry who have never managed to turn me on and work me over as well as Jordan does. With her, every touch is intensified and ignites a demand to slam inside her and make her mine.
I grip the base of my dick, and she settles over me, teasing herself before dropping slowly down. We both moan as she seats herself fully. I kiss and suck on her breasts, loving the sounds that she makes while she rolls her hips against me.
My hope was to take my time, taste every inch of her body, and spend hours with my tongue between her legs, but the urgency is too much. The driving need to fill her overpowers me. I stand, and she wraps her legs around me. With a steady grip on her ass, I press her back to the tile wall. “Hold on.”
She loops her arms around my neck, and her nails rake against my skin. My hips piston forward on instinct. “Yes,” she sighs, and her head falls back against the tile.
I bury my face in her throat and take her hard.
A voice in the back of my head whispers to slow down, be careful, but her lips beg for more while she pulls me deeper. I give her what she wants, give in to the primal need to take and mark and claim.
Her orgasm hits like an electric current that shoots through our connection, sending me spiraling over the edge right behind her. My hips shoot forward, pinning her in place until the pulsing ecstasy ebbs.
The thick steam makes it hard to catch our breath.
I was too rough. Too out of control. “Are you okay?” I ask her throat, afraid to pull back and see what I fear might be regret in her eyes.
Her hands slip into my hair with lazy strokes, and she sighs. “Better than ever.”
We both hum when I pull out. I lower her to her feet, making sure she’s steady before I let go. I bring her under the spray to rinse off and then step out to dry. I hand her my robe, and she slips it on. The sleeves go past her fingertips, and the hem hits her toes. I keep my towel wrapped around my waist while I brush my teeth, and I give her a new head for my brush so she can do the same.
Finally, I bring her to my bed and pull back the bedding. She tosses my robe to the foot of the bed and crawls naked between my sheets. I toss my towel, climb in with her, pull her against my chest, and note how she still fits perfectly at my side.
There are so many things I want to say, but I hesitate, fearing that I’ll say the wrong