Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The butterflies in her stomach were ones she hadn’t experienced in a long time. They were different from what she’d experienced before her show at The Link. Different from the ones that fluttered when Jordan was close.
These were the butterflies that had propelled her into this business in the first place. The thrill, the excitement, the anticipation of knowing all eyes would be on her.
She’d thought this feeling had died along with her career, but their revival was redemptive. Today she was making a comeback, and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her.
The knock on her door interrupted her pre-show inner pep talk. She tied her hair in a ponytail and took one last glance in the mirror. Her skin was prepped but makeup-free. Her comfortable lounge set was perfect for hours of sitting in a chair but easy to slip off without smudging anything.
Jordan had booked her a private room to get ready without distractions. Smart, considering anytime he was nearby, distractions were imminent. Especially of the naked variety.
When the second knock sounded, she rushed to the door. She wouldn’t put it past him to break down the door if he worried she was in trouble. Honestly, his protective streak was starting to grow on her.
“I’m coming. I’m coming!” she shouted. “You know, not doing my makeup sometimes takes longer than doing—” She swung open the door and stopped short.
Jordan filled the entire doorway. Broad, imposing, and completely irresistible as usual.
He wore an all-black suit that looked custom-made.
Tailored pants, crisp black shirt, fitted jacket.
A sleek earpiece curved from his collar to his earlobe, adding an edge of danger that made her pulse kick up a notch.
His expression was all business, grim and focused, but the second his dark eyes caught hers, they smoldered.
For a few charged seconds, neither of them spoke. They stood there taking each other in. She let her gaze drift over him, slowly and shamelessly.
“This black on black really suits you, Zeus,” she murmured, as he shoved his way through the door and backed her inside the hotel room.
His hands were already on her, sliding to the side of her head, gripping the nape of her neck, like he always did when he was about to plunder her.
She stood on her tiptoes to meet him and caught his scent. “Mmm, you smell so good.” It did things to her, like the fragrance was designed to turn up her desire.
“And you,” he growled, dragging his mouth over her jaw up to her ear. “Are so fucking gorgeous.”
“I’m not wearing a single drop of makeup or any pretty clothes. Wait until you see me tonight. I’ll look a thousand times better.”
“Gorgeous.” He edged her to the bed. “Every way. There is no one more beautiful than you, Vanessa. Inside and out. Makeup or no makeup. Fancy clothes or butt-ass naked.”
Open-mouthed kisses turned to groping in no time, her hands tracing up his muscled chest and around his sides. She froze at the leather holster she encountered under his suit jacket. “Is that…?”
“A gun.” He confirmed, nuzzling her neck. “There’s one attached to my ankle too, and one at my back.”
Why was that hot? It shouldn’t be, right? This man, armed to the teeth with his erection pressing against her thigh, should be dangerous…so why was she more turned on than ever?
“Jordan.” Her voice came out in a low whine. “I—”
“I know.” In one swift jerk, he bent her over the mattress. “My needy girl needs something before she walks that runway tonight, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
His hand was in her hair, messing up her ponytail, her cheek against the bed. She heard him unbuckle his belt, and her arousal doubled. “Hurry.”
His answering chuckle reverberated through the room. “Always so greedy. What do you want? Tell me.”
A groan drew out of her as he teased her center with his fingers, dragging them along the seam of her cotton pants. “I need you to fill me up.” She gasped. “I need your cum.”
He tugged her pants and gave her ass a brisk slap that had her jerking against the bed with a yelp. “You want my cum dripping down your thighs tonight. Is that it?”
She groaned again. This time louder. Another smack.
“Yes!”
Smack. They weren’t hard hits, but they jostled her hips, adding the most delicious friction.
“Yes.”
“You want them to see it? To see who you belong to.”
“Please, yes.”
He slammed into her in one forceful thrust, and she moaned in utter satisfaction. If there was ever a day that she tired of him being inside her, of the way his warm essence filled her, she never wanted to live to see it.
Jordan jerking in ragged, desperate movements, chasing his release, was the most amazing feeling in the world.
She gripped the comforter as her own pleasure built. Her breasts rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. Her moans turned from cries to pleas.
Jordan bent over her, his breath hot at her ear as he murmured words of praise, adoration, and need. His mouth claimed hers in a scorching kiss. His fingers found her clit and teased until she detonated, screaming his name against his mouth.
And then he reared back, gripping her hips, and thrust until warmth flooded her from the inside out. She let her butterflies loose into the room, so they could consume both of them in a flurry of victory, revival, and relief.