Chapter 13 #2
I sucked her breast into my mouth like I was a starving baby, gorging on the delicious feel of her.
She cried out when my teeth scraped over her nipple again, and I brought my other hand down to grip her other breast. I dragged my teeth over her, through the valley between her breasts until I could capture the other nipple she arched up off the bed.
“Jordan.” She moaned this time, and I pulled my mouth away from her breast with a loud popping sound.
“Say it again,” I instructed her, and began nipping a trail down her torso. When she only moaned again in response, I clamped my teeth down over the skin just above her piercing.
She smelled amazing. I couldn’t help inhaling and exhaling repeatedly as if I wanted to drink it all in to save for a rainy day. “I searched high and low for this fuckin’ perfume,” I murmured.
“It’s still…one of a kind,” she said with a whimper.
I knew that. After trying to order it from the éternelle Companies in Paris more times than I could count, I’d thought luck had finally fallen on my side when I met her godfather, Evan Sheridan, in person at the international premier for one of my movies.
He’d been equal parts shocked and amused when I mentioned the perfume and my desire to buy all the bottles that had been produced.
His response was a tight chuckle before he said, “Hurt my godchild and I’ll kill you.
” I took that response as a resounding no.
I clamped down on her skin again, this time not as hard as before. Rotating between intense and minimal pain, heightened the experience. The pleasure ebbed and flowed until it spilled over and… Her body trembled and she lifted her legs to plant her feet on the bed before screaming, “Jordan! Fuck!”
I couldn’t help the satisfied smirk as I licked the skin I’d just bitten. “That’s my girl,” I whispered and continued my trek downward.
With my hands on her inner thighs, I pushed her legs back until her knees touched the bed.
Watching her spread open before me had me harder than I’d been in a very long time.
I wanted to take my time with her, to make her wait since she thought she could come in here and take control, but shit, her pussy was so damn pretty.
“So damn pretty,” I whispered just before licking her from her clit down to her opening where I circled my tongue. She cried out.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
It was the permission I didn’t know I craved, but I sucked and licked her like she was a five-course meal, enjoying every damn bit of this woman who I honestly knew would forever occupy a space in my heart.
Taking her clit into my mouth, I sucked on it until she bucked off the bed again, her thighs clenching tight around my head.
Easing a hand down again, I pressed one, then two, then three fingers into her.
“Shit, Jordan!” She heaved out a breath. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed. “I’m…gonna…please.”
When I found her spot, I hooked my fingers there and pressed upward while still sucking on her clit.
Raising my gaze, I could see her head moving from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open but no sound was coming out.
With one hand she had been tweaking her nipple, but now… now she was coming all over my fingers.
I didn’t give her long to recover, but instead stood, found a condom in my wallet then shucked my pants and boxers. Sheathing myself quickly, I moved between her legs to slide into her with one forceful thrust.
“Dammit!” Her voice was louder than it had been before, and I leaned in to swipe my tongue over her lips.
“That what you wanted?” I asked, then pulled her lip between my teeth for a quick taste. “Huh? You wanted this dick, tonight?”
“Yes.” She gasped and squirmed beneath me, waiting for me to move inside of her. “Yes, this is what I wanted. Please stop teasing me.”
I shook my head. “Tell me you wanted this dick, sweetness.” I moved a hand between us to brush over her nipple. “Tell me you wanted my dick.”
When she went still, I caught her gaze. Her eyes blazed with desire, lips were swollen from our kisses, and her pussy was gripping me like a long-lost glove. But she didn’t speak. “What?” I asked, heart hammering in my chest. “Am I hurting you? You want me to stop?”
“No.” The word came out in a croak, and she blinked. A sheen of tears coated her eyes when they met mine again. “It used to be my dick,” she said softly. “You used to be mine.”
Fuck. I’d been trying desperately to ride the line between keeping this just sex and letting emotions seep into the physical.
I just reminded myself at the bar and again on the ride here that I’d never give my heart to this woman again.
But when she looked at me like this, when she spoke in that soft and vulnerable voice, I wanted nothing more than to reassure her.
To make promises that I would want to keep despite all the shit that had happened between us in the past years.
All the hurt, the trauma not to mention the space.
She lived and worked in New York. My life was here at the bar with my brothers.
I couldn’t cross that line. Shouldn’t even consider crossing it.
“It was always yours,” I mumbled before my lips met hers.
This wasn’t the devouring we’d had at the door.
It was much slower, much deeper, much more confusing than anything we’d ever done before.
Because this kiss was saying something, it was making a statement that I was certain Serra didn’t want anymore than I did.
And when I started to move in and out of her, it was like the lyrics being added to a tight ass beat.
Perfect.