Chapter 20
JORDAN
"Hey, Captain." Jordan had just come out of the shower when Dani walked in. "I made you something."
The cupcake was a blue mound topped with two googly eyes on either side of a small white anchor. Above the eyes was a white fondant captain's hat with a tiny gold sprinkle on the front.
"Well… Thank you." Jordan chuckled. "Is that supposed to be me?"
"Yes. You were on my mind while I was making cupcakes with the kids." She grinned, lifting the paper plate. "Okay, that sounds totally inappropriate but go on. Try it."
Jordan didn't normally eat processed foods but then again, she would currently eat anything Dani Ellis told her to, including the paper plate.
She picked up the cupcake and took a bite.
The icing was rich and sweet, and the cupcake was light and fluffy.
Some of the icing had caught on her lower lip and she was about to lift her hand to wipe it away when Dani grabbed her wrist and leaned in to kiss it off her.
Dani's tongue traced Jordan's mouth slowly, finding the icing, lingering on it. The small, sweet drag of it and the warm rhythm of her breathing went straight through Jordan, and she made a low, pleased sound as she licked her own lips.
Dani knew exactly what she was doing and whatever restraint Jordan had was gone.
Without looking, Jordan dropped the cupcake somewhere on the desk behind her, pulled Dani in by her hips and kissed her back fiercely.
Dani's mouth opened and her body pressed into Jordan's.
Jordan slid her hands under the hem of her shirt and found the warm skin of her lower back.
Dani's hands roamed over Jordan's shoulders and into her hair, and they both moaned into the kiss. Then Dani pulled back and placed a hand flat against Jordan's chest.
"Hold that thought, Captain," she said teasingly. "I need a shower first. I smell of buttercream."
"I like buttercream." Jordan tugged her back in by the front of her shirt and stole another kiss before Dani could pull away again, slow and unhurried this time.
Dani broke it with a small breathless laugh and stepped out of reach.
"Captain. Behave." She stepped back with hazy eyes and started unbuttoning her shirt as she walked.
She didn't turn around, just walked backwards toward the bathroom, watching Jordan, fingers working the buttons one by one.
The shirt opened and came off her shoulders.
The slacks followed. By the time she reached the bathroom door she was in her bra and underwear, and she gave Jordan a slow smile and disappeared inside.
Her bra and panties landed on top of the slacks a moment later.
The shower turned on and even though Jordan had just come out of it, she was off the berth, undressing.
Her tank top went over her head and her boy shorts were off before she'd crossed the threshold.
The glass was fogged and she saw the shape of Dani behind it, hand against the tile, head tipped back into the spray.
Jordan stepped in and joined her in the small shower. It was designed for one person and accommodated two only on the understanding that those two were very interested in being close to each other.
Dani looked up and smiled like she'd been expecting her. Her wet hair was plastered against her shoulders and soapy water was running down her chest, between her breasts, over the dark shape of the bruise Jordan had left on her throat.
The kiss started where it had left off, with the warm spray of the water on the side of Jordan's face and Dani's wet hands sliding up her ribs. Jordan leaned back against the tile, mostly to give herself somewhere stable to stand, and Dani gasped into her mouth as she pushed herself against her.
"You still taste like icing," Dani whispered.
"You taste like trouble."
Dani laughed against her mouth and the laugh became another kiss and the kiss became something wild. Her hands dropped to Jordan's hips and slid round to her back and then down, her fingernails digging into her behind.
She broke the kiss and her mouth moved down over the line of Jordan's jaw, her throat, her collarbone, the space between her breasts.
Dani's wet hair dragged across Jordan's skin and tickled as she went.
She had a hand on Jordan's hip, steadying her, and her mouth went to her breasts.
Jordan was bracing herself against the wall, moaning as Dani's lips folded around her nipple.
"Dani—"
"Mm."
"What are you—"
She didn't stop to answer. Her teeth scraped Jordan's nipple, her tongue followed, and Jordan felt her smile against her skin.
Then she went down past her ribs, past her stomach, down to her knees on the floor of the shower.
She looked up at Jordan from there, ran her hands up the backs of her thighs.
She pressed a slow kiss to the inside of Jordan's thigh, then the other, taking her time, and then her mouth was between Jordan's thighs.
The first stroke of her tongue was slow and Jordan gasped at the sensation.
Dani's mouth was hot and unhurried and Jordan dropped her hand and found Dani's hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands.
It had been years since she let anyone do this.
She preferred the other side of it—the side where she was in command of the moment.
Being on the receiving end of a woman's mouth required a kind of letting go she hadn't been willing to do for a long time, but she let go for Dani.
Dani's tongue moved in long firm strokes, then circling while she looked up at Jordan and somehow the look in her eyes was even sexier than the action itself. The pressure built fast and Jordan tightened her grip in her hair, her breathing ragged and uneven.
"Dani, I'm—"
Dani held Jordan's gaze but didn't slow down. If anything she did the opposite. Her tongue moved faster, her grip on Jordan's thighs tightened, and Jordan's legs felt like they were no longer hers.
"Fuck—"
The orgasm broke over her hard and sharp. Her hips shot forward and she made a strangled sound before a loud moan escaped her. Dani was still moving, still drawing it out of her, her tongue slowing now, every aftershock pulled from her until Jordan was limp against the wall and shaking.
Dani pressed one final, soft kiss to the inside of Jordan's thigh and rose slowly, sliding her hands up Jordan's body as she stood. Wet, flushed, a small triumphant smile on her face. She kissed her, slow and warm, her breasts pressed against Jordan's while Jordan's heart was beating fast.
"Hi," she murmured. "You okay?"
"No. Absolutely not."
Dani chuckled and pressed her face into the side of Jordan's neck. Jordan tightened her arms around her and decided they weren't getting out of this shower for a while.