Chapter Three #2
We settle in, and I lick the cone, closing my eyes and moaning at the delicious taste. “God, I love ice cream.” I dart my tongue out and slide it over my upper lip to capture the remains.
A low rumble sounds in Linc’s throat, and our eyes lock in awareness.
Those blue eyes darken, taking me off guard.
He’s never looked at me with sensual awareness before.
I don’t count his cloudy drunken gaze. His intense stare focuses on my lips, and my body responds, my nipples puckering, and arousal trickling through my veins.
Considering my tight dress, he can’t miss my reaction, and I have no way to hide the evidence.
His eyes slide downward, zeroing in on my chest. Mortified, my cheeks burn, and I take a deliberate bite of the cone to distract myself.
An intense, sharp pain shoots to my forehead, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. “Brain freeze!” I cry, my hands pressing hard against my temple, poking myself where the stabbing continues.
He pulls his chair over to mine. “Are you okay?”
I glance at him through slitted eyes. “It hurts.” Since I’m a migraine person to begin with, brain freeze is ridiculously painful and sometimes doesn’t subside as quickly as it does for other people.
He takes the cone from my hand and places it in the extra cup the girl behind the counter provided, doing the same with his.
Concern on his face, he holds out a hand. “Come here.” He pulls me against him, and I rest my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes as I wait for the pain to subside. He presses his fingers gently into my forehead, massaging the aching spot.
I draw a deep breath and inhale his familiar and arousing woodsy scent, allowing myself to relax into him.
“Better?” His arm tightens around me.
I nod, forcing myself to sit up and slide my chair away from his. “I am. Thanks.” I blow out a long breath, ignoring the residual pain.
“Do you want any more?” he asks.
I look at the cone melting into the cup and shake my head. “No.” After the unexpected searing pain, I’m wary of eating more. I feel guilty about the wasted dessert but know I’m not going to risk a real migraine by putting something cold into my mouth.
He rises to his feet and scoops up the uneaten treats, tossing them in the nearby trash. “Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel. I have to make some calls and you can lie down for a little while. This isn’t a business trip, and if I need anything, I can always let you know.”
I nod. “Sounds good.” I could use the break for my headache. The sharp pain has subsided but left a dull throb in its place. And I also need a breather and time alone, away from Linc and his heady presence.
* * *
Linc
I hang up from my last call. A glance at my phone tells me it’s almost six p.m., and it’s been a long day starting with our early flight to Florida.
While I work, I’ve been constantly aware of Jordan’s presence. She disappeared into her room to unpack, then returned to sit outside on the terrace, wearing a bikini bathing suit as she walked past me. The scent of coconut sunscreen wafted behind her, leaving me in a painful state of arousal.
I set up my laptop at the table by the sliding glass doors, taking advantage of the ocean view. But instead of watching the waves, I was distracted by Jordan’s sexy curves.
She surprised me by ordering us a late lunch, which I ate while on the phone, and she took hers to her lounge chair. She remained outside for an hour, then came back in and said she planned to take a shower and lie down for a nap.
Only then was I able to concentrate on business.
Now I shut down my laptop and rise to my feet, stretching with a groan. I wanted to crash early, but we need to eat a decent meal. Mr. Chow is downstairs, and if Jordan is in the mood for Asian cuisine, we could eat in the hotel.
I walk to her room and knock on the closed door. When she doesn’t answer, I let myself into the darkened room, the only light coming from the sheer drapes covering the sliding glass door leading to the terrace.
She’s lying on her side, her body covered by the white fluffy hotel robe, her long legs peeking out from beneath the hem.
Her hair is damp and her lips slightly parted.
I can’t deny the emotional tug in my heart as I look at her or the kick of desire rushing through me.
None of which is appropriate for a man who values our relationship above all else.
But I’m drawn to her in ways well beyond friendship.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and slide the back of my hand over her cheek. “Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”
Her eyelashes flutter and her blue eyes meet mine. “Hey,” she murmurs. “What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
“I guess I needed that nap.” She pushes herself up against the pillows behind her, and the sudden move shifts her robe. The tie has loosened in her sleep and the sides part, revealing the swells of her breasts, creamy skin and full mounds I’m dying to hold in my hands.
I clear my throat and shift in my seat to alleviate the pressure of my erection against the stiff material of my shorts. “How’s your head?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“Better, thanks.” She smiles and it reaches her eyes, telling me she’s okay.
“Good. Are you hungry? Because I was thinking we could go downstairs for dinner.” If I can stand without showing her my hard-on, I think, swallowing a groan.
“I’m starving,” she says.
So am I. Starving for her.
I meet her gaze, unable to look away or break our connection. She stares back with what starts as curiosity and turns to something more the longer it goes on. Desire now pulses hot and heavy through my veins, and from the flush in her cheeks, she feels the same way.
This time we’re both sober. And this time we wouldn’t stop at a kiss.
“We really shouldn’t,” she says into the heavy silence surrounding us. Her tongue darts out, sliding over her bottom lip, and I groan.
“Probably not.” Still, I lean closer. The scent of the hotel shower gel, a different floral aroma than her usual fragrance, reaches me and causes my dick to stiffen further.
Her eyes darken, and she lifts a hand, placing it on my chest but not pushing me away. “But I want to anyway,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. “So do I.” Regrets, recriminations, and putting things back together can come after.
Never breaking eye contact, her hands go to her robe and she releases the tie, letting the top gape open and giving me a full view of those breasts and peach-colored nipples I’m dying to pull into my mouth.
“Take off the robe,” I say in a gruff voice I barely recognize.
“I guess that answers one question,” she says in a teasing voice. “You’re bossy in bed, too.” But she doesn’t hesitate to separate the robe and reveal the rest of her completely naked body.
I suck in a shallow breath at the sight of her well-groomed pussy.
Then, she sits up and shrugs off the robe, pulling it out from beneath her and tossing it onto the floor. She lies back on the white bedding, her pale skin glowing and her dark hair falling, grazing her shoulders.
“Fuck, Jordan, you’re gorgeous.”
Her eyes glitter with appreciation. “Thank you. Now how long do I have to wait to see you?”
“Not long.” I undress, aware of her watching me, her gaze taking in my body and zeroing in on my erect cock. Grasping myself, I pump my hand up and down my shaft, doing my best to get hold of my desire.
“Linc,” she whispers, reaching out and swiping her fingers over the pre-come on the tip.
I jerk at her touch and dive onto the bed, pinning her onto the mattress with my body, my dick pressing against her belly. I consume her mouth with mine, sucking on her tongue and sweeping around inside. Her nails score down my back, and my hips jerk at the good kind of pain.
I continue to kiss her, pausing to taste her. I trail my lips over her cheek, nibble along her jaw, and lick behind her ear until she’s writhing and moaning beneath me, but I’m not finished. Not yet.
Moving downward, I pull one tight nipple into my mouth and tease her mercilessly, tugging on the tip and grazing it with my teeth.
She grips my head in her hands and yanks on the strands, so I soothe her with gentle laps of my tongue before turning my attention to the neglected breast and giving it the same treatment.
Tasting her is the answer to many of my dreams, and I still have more of her to indulge in.
Without giving her warning, I roll off her and rise to my feet.
“What are you doing?” She sounds panicked at the thought of me stopping, and I chuckle, grasping her legs and pulling her to the end of the bed.
I lower myself to my knees. “I’m getting comfortable,” I say, and spread her legs wide before settling myself between them. Then, dipping my head, I slide my tongue along her slit and am rewarded with her prolonged moan.
She tastes delicious, and I continue my assault, licking around her folds and teasing her everywhere but where she needs my touch the most. I hold her open and dip my tongue inside her, keeping her legs wide with my hands.
Her soft sighs and moans have me pulsing hard, dying to plunge into her and give us both relief.
But first I intend to make her come.
Switching my focus to her clit, I suck on the tiny bud, and she begins writhing on the bed. Never alleviating the pressure, I slip one finger inside her and begin pumping it in and out, her slick walls coating me in her juices, her warmth clasping around me.
“Oh, God.” She arches her back, her hips lifting against my mouth, and I insert a second finger, thrusting faster, the pads of my fingers finding the sweet spot inside her.
I rub there and she detonates, coming apart, grinding herself against my face, calling my name.
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Jordan