He was watching her. “I want to see it all. All of you.” He exhaled the words, and the way his lips curled around them made her raise her head and meet his mouth in a deep, slow kiss that became frenzied as she gave in, and in, and in.
He flipped them over until she was on top of him so he could take off her bra and bring her breasts into his hot mouth.
“God,” she heard herself moan loudly as he cupped, sucked, and licked.
As soon as she had any planning capacity, she brought her impatient fingers to undo his jeans and slipped her hand into his briefs, where she was welcomed with an even bigger surprise than she had imagined through the denim.
She forgot about everything when she heard him groan at her touch. She forgot herself, too, until Jordan was on top of her again and she was dragging his jeans off him. The dim light in the room proved how good he looked fully naked. Damn him. She kissed—no, she licked—and caressed all those beautiful ridges, a voice in the back of her head taunting her for reveling in him, in this beauty, so damn much that she throbbed with need.
She had nothing on except the pants that were already down to her hips and simple cotton panties that she was pretty sure were soaked by now.
Jordan kissed his way down her body again, lingering at her breasts, kneading with one hand and bringing them into his mouth with the other. His tongue and lips induced moans and whimpers from her before he continued down to her belly, where he drew the waistband of her pants farther down, probably exposing more stretch marks. He didn’t seem to care or notice as he licked the skin over the edge of her panties.
When he grazed his mouth over the thin fabric, she shivered with desire, but a sudden apprehension made her reach down, grab his shoulders, and try to drag him back up.
“I don’t think I’m ready for …” she gasped urgently, fighting her own need to feel his tongue there yet pulling him up.
Jordan stopped and looked at her, surprised. He pushed himself up until his face was at level with hers. “I’m sorry. Is it something I did?”
A sudden prickle wrenched her heart at the expression on his face.
I’ve given birth twice, and my ex-husband wouldn’t go near there since after the first.
“No. It’s not you. It’s me,” she said out loud. “I’m …” And I haven’t slept with anyone in ages, and maybe as a way to wall the option off …“I haven’t … I’m not … styled.” God, she wanted to die. Did she really just admit to this sexy as hell man that she wasn’t … coiffed?
“Styled?” A smirk she could see he was trying to suppress flitted across Jordan’s face, and a cloud sailed away from over his eyes. He looked relieved. “You mean …?”
She shrugged with one shoulder in an embarrassed admission. If the bed collapsed right then and trapped her shut in the linen box, Hope wouldn’t have minded. “I’m not ready for … And it’s not that I …” She faltered, mortified, losing control over her mouth even in bed.
Jordan moved his eyes between hers, then bent and kissed her, caressing the side of her face with one hand while slipping the other into her panties. She knew he would be soaking in her. If only he could find his way down there. Oh. He could and just did.
She exhaled against his mouth at the torture of his touch.
“You seem plenty ready to me,” he graveled, looking at her.
God, she was. She was. She just didn’t want him to see it all.
“And as for the rest, like I said, I want to see you—all of you.”
She could come just from this—the low timbre of his voice, the flame in his eyes, his hand in her panties, and the feel of his hardness pushing against her.
Without lingering further, Jordan kissed her again then glided down her body, and with one pull, he took her pants and panties off, stretching his arm far until they were off her and discarded to the floor.
He touched her, smoothing, soaking, kissing her inner thighs, and before any coherent thought could return to her head, she felt his mouth on her, full-on, lips and tongue sucking, licking, sinking, his wide shoulders nudging her legs farther apart.
She gasped and moaned, fisting the bed’s covers, her head floating with an excess of oxygen.
He continued until she pulled at his hair, fumblingly. “Please,” she exhaled, bucking against him. “Please.” She needed him inside her now.
Jordan stormed up and stopped when his gaze was at level with hers, leaning on his forearms, looking at her. She could read in his eyes that he knew exactly what she wanted him to do. She could smell herself on him.
With a glint in his eyes, he pinched the tip of his tongue with his forefinger and thumb, as if removing something. He then smirked at her. “You were saying?” he teased before capturing her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue doing to her mouth what he had just done down below, what she craved he would do now everywhere.
When he broke their kiss, he smoothed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “Now it’s my turn to interrupt.” He smirked. “Do you have a condom? I don’t carry any, and I wasn’t planning on …”
“They’re three years old.”
“I doubt they’d—”