Chapter 16 #2
She drove him wild with her blatant sexuality. It’d been a very long time since anything had truly surprised him the way she had earlier when he’d found her naked on his sofa.
Even as he acknowledged that this might be nothing more than fun and games to her, he already knew it was more than that for him. She was more than that. She was the kind of woman who could change a man’s life and make him thankful for the earthquake she caused because he got her from it.
He propped her legs on his shoulders and set out to destroy her with his tongue and fingers and gentle suction on the tight nub of nerves.
Perhaps if he ruined her for all other men, she wouldn’t ruin him by leaving.
Though he knew it was absolutely preposterous to hope for such things with a woman like her, he couldn’t help but wish that there was something he could say or do to make her want to stick around to see what this might become.
Taking care to be gentle, he pushed a finger into her as he swirled his tongue over her clit.
Her hips jolted as she pulled harder on his hair.
He kept up the sensual torture until she was coming with a loud cry of completion that made him feel ten feet tall because he’d done that to her. Mason wanted so badly to follow up her pleasure with more of his own, but she was sore from the first time, so that would have to wait.
He rested his forehead on her abdomen, needing a second to get himself together.
“Mason.”
“Yeah?”
“Come here.” Her voice was throaty and sexy from screaming her way through the orgasm, and those two words from her made him even harder, if that was possible.
He moved so his head was next to hers on the pillow. “I’m here.”
She turned on her side and kissed him as she wrapped her hand around his erection. “I can’t get my hand all the way around it.”
Hearing those words in her sexy voice made him crazy. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into taut flesh as he tried not to blow his load all over her.
She gave his shoulder a gentle push. “Lie on your back.”
God was she… Oh fuck, she was. “Jordan.”
“Shhh, it’s your turn.” She fitted her lips around the crown and gave a gentle suck.
Mason bit back a pathetic-sounding whimper as he tried to think of the least-sexy things he could come up with. Only an image of Mayor Upton came to him, and that was enough to beat back the rush of desperation, for the moment, anyway.
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate him as she sank down on his shaft while her fingers cupped his balls.
Holy shit. “Jordan. Sweetheart.”
“Mmmm.”
The vibration of her lips against his shaft was his undoing. Before he had even a second to warn her, he was coming as hard as he had earlier. If it was possible to see stars, he saw an entire fireworks show in the span of a few seconds. “Sorry about that.”
“About what?” She used her tongue to mop up the mess he’d made and looked at him with those big doe eyes.
“I didn’t give you any warning.”
“I knew what was coming.” She gave him a madly vulnerable look that tugged at every emotion he’d ever experienced. “It was okay?”
Mason huffed out a laugh. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Just making sure.”
“Everything about you is far more than okay, babe.”
“That’s nice to hear.”
“It infuriates me that anyone would ever make you think otherwise.” He let a strand of her hair slide through his fingers. “You have to know you’re amazing and beautiful and sexy and funny and ballsy.”
“Thank you, but I haven’t felt very ballsy lately.”
“Seriously? That move on the sofa earlier? All the balls.”
Jordan giggled. “I was freaking out on the inside. I’ve never done anything even remotely like that before.”
Mason loved that she was an intriguing mix of worldliness and innocence, that she often touched both ends of the spectrum in a single second.
“You should do it all the time, but only for me.” He no sooner said that than he realized he’d just crossed the line that she’d put in the sand earlier by asking him not to get overly involved.
Before he could take it back or tone it down, his phone rang.
“Hold that thought.” He got up to retrieve the phone he’d left in the other room. “Johns.”
“Hey,” Dermot said, “wanted to give you a heads-up that we’ve got some overdue boaters. Deacon and Linc Mercer’s Coast Guard team are out looking for them, but they’re about to call it off until the morning.”
“Anyone we know?”
“Haven’t gotten names yet, but I’ll text you when I know more.”
“Let me know if you need me to come in.”
“I think we’re okay for now.”
“Thanks for letting me know.” Mason put down the phone and went to turn the light on for the delivery from Mario’s that should be arriving any minute. He ran his fingers through his hair and thought about the revealing statement he’d made to Jordan, how he wanted her to get naked only for him.
Why did the thought of her baring that exquisite body for anyone but him already make him furious? This was what he did—dove in headfirst without knowing if there was water in the pool, and when he hit the bottom—hard—he usually had only himself to blame for being stupid in the first place.
More than at any other time in the past, this woman had the power to absolutely ruin him.
There was no water in this pool, and he knew that before he dove in.
He had to control the crash before he inflicted damage on himself that could never be undone.
The only problem with that plan was that with her in his arms and in his bed, he was powerless to dial it back even when he knew he absolutely had to.
He didn’t want to. He wanted to take the dive, regardless of how painful the crash would be in the end.
Jordan came up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his back. “What’s going on?”
Mason placed his hands on top of hers. “We’ve got some boaters overdue.”
“Do you need to go to work?”
“Not at the moment.”
“So everything is all right?”
He gave her truth as he saw it right then and there. “Everything is just fine.”