Chapter 30
Ipushed through the locker room door and silently walked past several rows of lockers, following the sound of running water to stand at the end of a row. Jordan soaped the top of his head and the tiny bit of hair that had not been shaved off.
I wondered what color it would be if he let it grow out.
It looked very dark. The soap slipped off his head and dribbled down the center of his muscled back.
Those back muscles rippled as he worked the shampoo.
The bubbles trailed farther, over the curve of his hip and down his tight butt muscles.
I released a breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
Every bit of him was tanned, tight, and wholly masculine.
Hard and deadly, he was a machine made for one purpose.
“Not just one purpose,” he said and turned to me.
I had to make myself not gasp at the sight of his stomach, rippling and shimmering with water and soap.
“Have you come to drive me insane? I want you to have the control you need, but I can only stand so much. You do realize you affect me the same way I affect you?” His face was still hard, and I could see he was losing his patience with me.
I had to think for a moment to realize why I had come.
“I…I…” The amulet was still working. I had come on my own.
I had made the choice and had the control over the situation that I needed.
I had come to him because I wanted to. He understood me, wanted to be with me.
Not for the power of the priestess, but for me.
He could have taken advantage after the club.
He could have, but he’d waited for me to make up my mind.
Even though he tried to hide it behind arrogance, the alpha male had given me control.
I was ready now, and he still wanted to make sure it was what I wanted. I raised my hand to the amulet and jerked it from my neck. Need rushed over me, and I watched his eyes roll back, and his wet lashes flutter just from the feel of my magic reaching for his.
His whole body tensed from it. Water was still running over him, leaving his skin shiny and slick.
He reached out his hand. I went to him without hesitation.
His mouth found mine, and his strong lips took possession.
Wrapping his wet arms around my waist, he pulled me closer, the full length of our bodies pressed together.
He was so tall he had to bend down to reach my mouth with his. His tongue tested the seam of my closed mouth. I opened to him, and our tongues danced, fought, and need surged forward. The kiss became a shared demand.
He pulled his mouth from mine and turned us so I was under the water. The coolness of it shocked my skin, the intense change of temperature adding to the onslaught of sensations. “Cold shower?” I had just enough voice to get it out.
“I didn’t have an amulet,” he said against my skin, his hot breath teasing as he kissed his way across my shoulder.
His hands worked at pulling off the sheaths that had held the sparring blades, then tossed them out of the water spray.
Big, nimble fingers found the bottom of my tank top.
His fingers moved with a lightness I wouldn’t have imagined along the edge, as if he were savoring the first touch of my skin outside of a fight. He pulled it gently over my shoulders.
His lips reached my chest, moving ever so slowly to my pointed nipples.
I arched my back, needed more contact. He nibbled at them through the fabric of the little sports bra.
I wanted to watch his hands as he explored me.
I was shaky, needful and open. Cool water was running over my face and body.
I waited for the steam to rise from my heated skin.
My bra fell to the tiles. I heard a small moan escape from my mouth as his lips caught one of my breasts and sucked it hard into his mouth.
I let out a louder moan from the sheer ecstasy of his tiny bites, my knees starting to feel weak as I held his head to my chest. I used his body to steady mine as his bite grew more intense.
The sensation echoed the cascade of the shower, sending waves of pleasure down my spine.
He treated each nipple with equal zest. He bit hard enough to make me gasp, then let his tongue lightly circle and ease the sharpness of his bite, the little bit of pain making them more sensitive.
I clawed at his back to hold myself upright. More. I wanted more.
He held me up with one arm and moved his free hand to unzip my leathers. His mouth was moving slowly and deliberately across me. My pants slid to the floor, but were still around my ankles as he lifted me with no effort and carried me out of the locker room and into the gym.
He slowed long enough to ward the door with a flourish of words and twist of his wrist to prevent any interruption.
Gently, he placed me on a knee-high pile of blue vinyl exercise mats.
The wetness of my skin made me slip a little, but he rearranged them to hold us steady.
He pulled the leathers free of my feet. He stood and let his hungry gaze follow the lines of my body. His gaze like fire on my flesh.
I could stare at the man forever, but he crawled over, kneeling above me, his eyes gliding up and down my wet body, the Demon silver of them swirling like molten liquid. His knees were on the mats on either side of my thighs. “You’re sure you want this? Want me?” He sounded vulnerable.
I let my gaze run the full length of his chest and down to find his gorgeous cock hard and seemingly reaching for me.
I sucked in a breath. It was long and thick, with a bead of moisture at the seam of his head.
I nodded and looked back up, taking in his face so he could see my eyes.
His features were rough and strong, his shoulders bulging from holding his weight above me, his thighs long and taut.
As I eyed him again, he jerked in anticipation of my answer.
I let my gaze rest squarely on him. “Yes. I want this.”
He didn’t hesitate again. His lips moved gracefully over my skin, down my stomach, lingering when he sensed it was particularly arousing for me.
He bit and kissed and sucked, and I could only writhe beneath him and respond as best I could to his touch and tease.
Jordan’s attentions left me a puddle of yearning need.
He touched all the right places, using a rough grasp when needed or a soft, loving stroke in contrast as he explored.
He felt like a longtime lover, one who knew my body well. Like he’d planned every move.
“I have been inside your head for weeks, Keena.” He ran his tongue slowly around my navel and watched my stomach contract. “I know every single thing you want from me.” He looked up from beneath his lashes, silver eyes swirling with heat. “But I want to hear you say it.”
“Jordan—”
“Tell me what you want my mouth to do to you.” His lips hovered just below my navel, warm breath and nothing else, not quite touching.
“I want—” My voice came out wrong. Too tight. Barely there.
“You want what?” He pressed a single, slow kiss to my hip bone. “You give orders easily enough everywhere else. Give me one.”
The silence stretched. His mouth moved to the inside of my thigh and stopped. Hot breath teasing.
“I want your mouth on me.” It came out in a rush. “Lower. I want your mouth on my clit.”
“Good girl.” Oh fuck. The words melted me.
And he gave me exactly that. He settled himself between my legs and teased me with kisses, nips, and licks along my inner thighs before parting me with thick, battle-scarred fingers and working that talented tongue exactly where I’d asked.
I was amazed at the precision of his movements.
His tongue flicked in firm, quick strokes.
My toes curled, my heart was about to beat out of my chest. The room spun.
He groaned against me, pressing harder and slipping one of those long fingers inside me. That was all it took.
I shattered into a wonderfully painful orgasm.
Weeks of denial fractured in a moment of perfect pleasure.
My magic reached for his, responded to it and his emotions.
I felt his pleasure mingled with mine. My muscles tightened, my back arched, his name breaking apart on my lips.
It swept over me and brought a grunt of pleasure from him.
He got up on his knees and I pulled my legs around him.
He hesitated only slightly to take a good look at me as I was splayed in front of him. He held himself at my entrance, swirled slowly over my clit several times, then surged just slightly inside me.
“Yes.” I breathed and tried to push against him to end the slow torture.
I had imagined this, imagined him even when I was trying not to.
I didn’t want slow and gentle right now.
I wanted him to take. I wiggled and tried to press myself over the full length of him.
He held my hips tightly so I couldn’t. Deliberate in his movement, he was neither rushing nor intentionally teasing.
“Not yet. Let it come to us slowly. Let it build.”
The intense feeling of him stretching me so slowly brought another wave of pleasure flowing over me, my muscles fluttering around just the tip as he held himself still.
He growled as he felt me tighten and obviously could stand the pleasurable torture no longer.
He thrust hard and deep. His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed his way in so deeply I needed to pull back, do it again and again, but he started the withdrawal painfully slowly.
I wiggled again to encourage him to move faster. “Jordan.” My own impatience was driving me insane. His eyes were watching my reactions, the muscles of his arms and stomach tensing to control how much I could move.
Several more times he thrust in and out, so slowly I was whimpering. Then he stopped entirely. I could feel my own pulse where we were joined.