Chapter Thirty-One Jordan #2
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to join you in the shower.” My face went into her neck, my hands around her stomach. “That call was from an important sponsor. Most people I can send to voicemail, but I can’t do that with this client.”
“Please don’t apologize. That shower was dreamy—I can’t believe it’s outside. I never even knew an outdoor shower was a thing. And now I’m just obsessing over this view.”
I lifted an arm, setting it over her chest. “The first time I came to this island, I was with one of my New York teammates. He owns a place here, and we were out on his boat, and we cruised past this house, and I instantly fell for it. I called my Realtor and told her I needed it. I never even saw the inside.”
“It’s magical, Jordan.” She leaned her head back against me. “I could spend the rest of my life right here and be totally happy.”
I’d thought about when the right moment would be to do this, to ask the all-important question, whether it should be on this trip or when we got back to Boston.
But I couldn’t wait.
I needed her to know what I wanted.
And I needed an answer from her.
My hands tightened—one above her navel, the other just under her breast. “Move in with me.”
I felt her take a deep breath. “Move in . . . here?”
“Here. Boston. New York. Every home I have, I want them to be yours too.”
She turned around to face me, her arms rising to my shoulders. “But my lease isn’t up yet.”
“Then I’ll pay off the remainder to get you out of your lease.”
“Jordan”—she shook her head—“I can’t let you do that.”
“Why?”
“It just . . . feels wrong.”
“Then keep paying your rent at the apartment but live with me.”
Her teeth stabbed the skin beneath her bottom lip. “I can do that.”
“Is that a yes?”
She grinned and nodded. “It’s a yes to moving in.”
I held both sides of her face and kissed her. “If you change your mind about the payoff—and I hope you do—all you have to do is say the word.”
She scanned my eyes. “It’s thousands of dollars, Jordan.”
“Baby . . .” I smiled. “The amount I spent to gas up the boat today is probably double what it would take to get you out of your lease.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not even sure I have the words to reply to that.”
“I just want to put things in perspective.” I rubbed my thumb over her lips. “I understand how you feel. I know the work you’ve put in to get where you are. In no way am I trying to take that away from you. I just want to give you everything.” I kissed her. “Because I can.”
She slowly opened her eyes. “Just like that . . . it’s that easy.”
“It’s that easy, especially when I want something. And you know how much I want you.”
A different look crossed her eyes.
A deeper one.
A hungrier one.
“Show me, Jordan.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me how much you want me.”
“That’s the simplest request you could have ever asked from me.” I dropped my arms down her body and lifted her, waiting for her legs to wrap around my waist and for her arms to land on my shoulders before I walked her outside. “I’m going to fucking devour you.”
“Out here?”
“Out here, under the stars, while we listen to the waves.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“The only thing out here are animals, and I promise they’re not going to tell a soul.”
I walked her down the steps of the pool and took her through the water, bringing her toward the center, where I aligned her back against the inside wall.
Her arms dropped to the tiled edge, and I immediately got to work on her clothes, peeling the tight material off her chest and pulling down her spandex shorts.
Once she was naked, she did the same with me, tugging the T-shirt over my head, and I stepped out of my shorts.
I went to lean in, and she put her hand on my chest. “I just need a second.”
I pulled my hands back. “Okay.”
“No, not that kind of second. You can touch me.” She laughed, and my fingers returned to her waist. “I said that because I’m looking at you”—her hands softly landed on my face—“and at your muscles”—they lowered to my shoulders—“and your tattoos”—her nails dragged across each pec and bicep—“and I’m soaking in how ridiculously hot you are.
Which I do normally, every minute I’m around you.
But here, under this lighting, in the water, I don’t know . . . I’m just speechless over you.”
“Take it in, baby. It’s all yours.” I grabbed her hand and gradually moved it down my abs until it reached my dick, and I slid my cock into her palm. “So is that.”
She slowly shook her head. “God, you just keep getting hotter.”
I lifted her legs around me. “I want you to put me inside of you. But first, I want you to rub your clit with my tip.” I held her against the wall, her head resting over the ledge, giving me the perfect position and balance.
“Shit,” she hissed as my crown wedged in between her lips and slipped farther toward her clit. “That feels so good.”
“Go faster, Maya.”
She listened, jerking me forward and back, grazing her silky, hard spot. “Mmm.”
“Don’t you dare come.”
She slowed.
“No, I want you to keep up that speed, and right before you come, I want you to slide me into your pussy.”
Her moans grew louder, and within a few more swipes of my tip, she was guiding me into her.
“Fuck,” I groaned the moment I felt her tightness. Her wetness. Her heat. And because she had been on the verge of coming, my order forcing that peak to work its way down, there was even a pulsing. Each throb vibrated through me. “Jesus, Maya. Your cunt—that’s what perfect feels like.”
She climbed higher, as though I were a tree, her upper body now out of the water, and she rocked against my dick. Her nipples neared my mouth each time she lifted and dropped, and I stuck my tongue out to lick them.
I tightened my grip on her ass, playing with that back, forbidden hole but giving her no more than just the tip of my finger to see how she would respond. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yesssss,” she said, but this time she dragged out the word.
“Do you want to come?”
She was breathless. She was panting. She was moving like she wanted her actions to give me that answer. “I want us both to come.”
“Then fucking ride me.”
As she did, her hips bucking wildly, her pussy rising and dropping along my dick, swallowing me in her wetness, I gave her ass the rest of my finger. I didn’t just leave it in; I kept the same pace she was using, pulling out and pushing back every time she fucked me.
“Jordan!” With her arms, she held our bodies together, our mouths only a hair’s width apart.
Goddamn it, she was good. The way she twisted, the way she pumped her pussy over me—not just upward, but forward and backward as well, giving friction to every angle of my shaft.
But I still ordered, “Harder.” And when my balls started to tighten, a tingle spreading through me, I growled, “You better come right—”
That was all it took for her to fall apart.
I didn’t just feel it in her pussy, even though it narrowed around me and she got wetter, her stomach rippling with shudders.
But I also heard it in her screams.
“Yes!” She drew in a breath, grinding over me, shifting right and then left. “Ah!”
“That’s it, Maya. Fuck me.”
While she rode me, sucking the orgasm out of me, and I was filling her cunt with my cum, my finger worked her ass. And with each pump, I used my other hand to hold her tighter and my mouth to moan louder through her lips.
We slowed at the same time, our exhales meeting as the stillness took over. I carefully pulled my finger out and hugged her body to mine.
“I love you,” was whispered into the island breeze.
It could have come from me.
But it was those sweet lips that spoke those words, goading me into another kiss. I gave her one, and then another, and a third that was even softer.
“I love you more,” I said back.
And I meant it.