CHAPTER 8 JORDAN
JORDAN
That's all the permission I need.
But here's the thing she doesn't understand yet, I'm not going to take this fast. She's spent her whole life being rushed and grabbed at and treated like something a man could use up.
That ends now. If this woman is going to give herself to me, I'm going to take my time and worship every inch of her. I’m going to work on her until she forgets every set of hands that came before mine.
It takes everything in me, but I slow down.
I trace the lines of her with my fingertips first. I start on the slope of her shoulder, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip. I watch the goosebumps ripple up in the wake of my touch.
I've been thinking about her body since she climbed into my truck. Now that I have her, I'm mapping her. I memorize every inch of her. Every place my hands go, my mouth follows. I drag my tongue slowly up the side of her throat and back down again. She shivers under me and I feel it like a win.
"That's it," I murmur against her collarbone. "I'm going to take my time. We've got nowhere to be, and I plan on learning every single sound you make." She whimpers and arches up into me and I file the sound away like evidence. Mine to learn. Mine to keep.
I move my touch between her thighs and she lets them fall open for me. I run a finger along her slit on the outside of her jeans. Lana thrusts against me.
"Jordan—" There’s a desperation in her voice.
"Shh, I've got you," I breathe against her skin. "Let me take care of you."
I pull her fully into the truckbed and pull up the tailgate behind us. Then I peel her out of her clothes one piece at a time. The shirt goes first then the rest follows. I move slowly, unwrapping her like she's the only thing I've ever wanted to find under all that careful armor.
The cool mountain air whips across us and she gasps.
Her nipples go rock hard and I cover them, running my thumbs across them.
Her massive tits spill over my hands. When I slip a nipple into my mouth she arches clean off the blanket, her fingers fisting in my hair, and the sound she makes goes straight through me.
I run my tongue down the center of her until I reach her folds. The taste of her ignites something in me and all of a sudden my whole body is on fire. I'm wrecked, throbbing, and devouring her. Lana bucks against my mouth and grinds her hips into me, desperate for more friction.
I work her slow and then not slow at all, learning what makes her thighs clamp around my head and what makes her chant my name up at the sky.
When I slide two fingers into her she breaks—clenching, soaking my hand, coming apart on my tongue.
I don't stop. I drink down every last wave until she's boneless and gasping beneath me.
That's one. I'm nowhere near done with her.
Then she’s reaching down. Her hands are at my waist, tugging, impatient now. When I pull away, she shoves my pants down past my hips. I groan against her skin. I gather her up into my arms, settle her under me.
"Tell me," I rasp. One last time. Because I have to be sure. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you, Jordan." Her eyes are dark and certain. "All of you."
My firm length knocks at her entrance and she parts her legs for me. It’s less an invitation and more a surrender. Lana opens herself to me and I give her every inch. I press inside, slow, watching her face the whole way for any flicker that tells me to stop.
There isn't one.
There's just her, lips falling open, breath catching, and her body taking all of me like she was built for it.
For a second I hold there buried inside her while her walls stretch around my girth.
She's tight and hot and trembling around me, and it takes everything I've got left not to move.
"Easy, sweetheart," I breathe, even though I'm the one barely hanging on.
"Let me feel you. Let yourself feel me." She rolls her hips, taking me that last inch, and a groan tears out of me from somewhere I didn't know I had.
I press my forehead to hers, and her breathing is as fast as mine.
"You feel that?" I manage. "That's what mine feels like."
“I feel you.” Her head falls backward and I feel her clench along my length.
Then I move.
I forget the valley. I forget the four hundred people I know by name. I forget I'm a man who prides himself on control, because there's no controlling this. I pound into her like I've been starving for years and she's the first thing that's ever filled me.
"Right there—God, Jordan, right there—" Her voice climbs and I chase it like a man possessed. I get a hand between us and find the spot that makes her shatter, working her in time with every stroke. "That's my girl. Let go. I've got you. I've always got you."
Lana meets me for every stroke. Her nails drag down my back. My name breaks apart in her mouth. Everything around us disappears. The whole world goes quiet. The only thing left is her heat, her grip, and the way she clings to me like I'm the only solid thing in her world.
Her walls quiver and collapse around me. I keep moving in time with her, driving Lana into the bed of my truck and forcing her closer to the edge. I don’t let up until she comes apart beneath me. I let go with a final thrust and empty myself into her. Lana milks me to the last drop.
I hold her there until the rumble of truck tires in the distance startles us back to life. Lana’s eyes widen with the sound.
I press a finger to her lips. “Shh, stay here. They’re just passing. Then I’ll get you your clothes, take you home, and peel them off all over again.”