Chapter Forty
A Night To Remember
Jordan gave her directions to his apartment. He wanted to enjoy the chance to lean back in the passenger seat and just watch for a change, but this car was nuts. He was half afraid the rust bucket might collapse out from under them before they made it downtown. But he kept his mouth firmly shut and tried not to wince at the grinding sound every time she shifted gears. He’d buy her a car for Christmas, once he’d convinced her to stop complaining every time he bought something.
“You know what gets me?”
She gave him a nervous look as she turned onto his street.
“Rufus.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe Rufus doesn’t exist.” He tried to sound angry.
“That was the stupidest lie I ever told,” she said.
They finally got the car parked and went inside, where he grabbed her before he even managed to get the front door closed. He pulled her to him, tilting her head up for a rough kiss. “You are still not off the hook, you know.”
Her body melted into his without any resistance. He held her there, kissing her soft lips firmly. Then he picked her up and began carrying her across the room. She kicked her legs half-heartedly. He just held her tighter. “You may as well give in and take your punishment.”
Her eyes were wide, both nervous and excited. The look did something to his insides. He raised her higher and kissed her again, muscles taut with effort. He carried her to his bed and dropped her on it from a slightly higher than reasonable height.
“Ow!” She bounced but before she had a chance to recover, he sprawled onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. “Charlotte Nichols,” he said. He kissed her again. “Well, maybe everything I knew was wrong but you taste the same.” He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head. “Well, some of you does. I need to check the rest.” He bent and licked her cleavage, trying to push her t-shirt out of the way with his teeth.
She giggled and he gave her a stern look. “You are being punished, woman. Although, I’ve already decided how you can make it up to me, you know.”
“You have?” Her mouth was slightly parted and it was all he could do not to ravish her on the spot.
But he wanted just a touch of revenge. He was willing to give up everything for her, if that’s what she wanted. But he also needed something in return for the two heartbroken weeks she’d put him through. “I spent a weekend believing that you took your clothes off for anyone and everyone.”
She opened her mouth but he growled at her and she stopped.
He rolled to the side, leaving her free. “Take your clothes off for me, Charlotte. Just for me.”
She gave him a long look and then sat up on the bed. She pulled him into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and then stood in front of him. “Like this?” She wiggled her hips and began to tug her t-shirt up, revealing a sliver of her soft stomach.
He just nodded. He’d spent all this time trying to keep her out of his head and now here she was, inches away, pulling her clothes off. Stripping just for him, and now he knew that it had only ever been just for him.
“And like this?” She pulled the t-shirt off, shaking her hair out as she dropped it on the floor. Her bra followed soon after.
He smiled to know she was as eager as he was. “Like this,” he said, and pulled her into his lap, pulling her nipple into his mouth. “Tasting,” he mumbled against her as she arched her back. He sucked both of her nipples hard as his hands ran down her sides and to her jeans, swiftly unsnapping and unzipping them. She stood to help him pull them off and then posed in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of non-descript panties. “We need to buy you more lace,” he tutted as he tugged them off of her. “But first, your punishment.”
He pulled her down until she was face down in his lap, and gave her beautiful bare ass a light spank.
“Jordan!”
“Charlotte’s been a very bad girl,” he said. He spanked her again and then stroked her, sliding his fingers between her thighs. She was soaking wet and trembling.
And yet still, she managed to argue back. “I might charge extra for those services!”
“Charlotte!” He spanked her again. He stopped, his voice serious. “That was one of the stupidest things I have ever said and I’m sorry.”
She wriggled up and sat on his lap properly, her naked body pressed against his still dressed one, her hands around his neck. “I’m sure you’ve said stupider,” she said, a glint in her eye.
“You need to learn to not be such a smart-aleck,” he said, but as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he found it difficult to keep talking. His cock twitched through his pants, so close to heaven. She was fumbling with his shirt to get the buttons undone. Remembering her dress with the tiny buttons, he grabbed her hands. “Just rip it off,” he said. “Then we’ll be even.”
She grinned and tugged at his lapels. He laughed and then, not able to wait any longer to feel her skin against him, he grabbed the shirt himself and tore it off. The adrenaline flowing through him made him feel like the Incredible Hulk. He pulled off his pants and shorts just as quickly while she squirmed against him, making life very difficult.
He grabbed her, desperate to keep control. “Tasting, remember? I’m tasting.” He tossed her back onto the bed and crawled between her legs. She started to scramble back up but as he brought his mouth to her center she froze, her breath coming out of her in a rush.
“Good girl.” He flicked his tongue out and she groaned. “Say my name,” he said.
“Jordan.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He spread her lower lips and licked her from top to bottom, loving the taste and the scent of her enveloping him again. She pressed her hips up, giving him better access. He circled her clit. “Louder.”
“Jordan!” Her body moved against him as she moaned for more.
He tongued her harder. “Tell me what you want, Charlotte. I want to hear it from you.” He lowered his mouth to her again.
“I want you,” she gasped. “Jordan, I never stopped wanting you. I want you to lick me and to take me and to keep me.”
He kept his tongue on her until her words became incoherent. And then as she began to raise her hips against him, he slid one finger inside her, a promise of what was to come.
“Please, Jordan,” she begged.
He could feel her close to the edge. Part of him wanted to stop and slide into her and feel her come, her muscles clenching his cock. But the sound of his name did him in and he kept licking relentlessly as her hips bucked against his face. She cried out as the orgasm came over her in waves. He licked her softer then, following the length of her wetness, until her cries were just a quiet whimper as the last tremors rippled through her.
He crawled up against her body, his cock so rigid he thought he might just burst at the touch of her silky thighs. Her head was still arched back with her eyes closed. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. “I don’t think I ever told you that.”
She opened one eye. “I have first-hand evidence that you have abysmal taste in women.”
He covered her with his body and kissed her. “Maybe so.” His hand fumbled at the bedside table. He shoved the condom into her hand. “Do you think you could get this on me without trying my patience beyond measure?” He really just wanted to feel her small hands on him. Now that he knew she wasn’t faking her fumbling, he needed her touch even more. Her fingers on him made his breath catch and he groaned as his breathing went ragged. “I need you so badly,” he said.
This time she pushed him onto his back on the bed, positioning herself above him. He raised his hips but she moved away, her beautiful wet center just out of reach. “Say my name,” she said, an evil grin on her face.
“Charlotte Nichols,” he said, trying to restrain himself from rolling her off him and back underneath him. “I can say it now that I know it.”
She lowered herself on him slowly, tantalizingly. “Don’t be a smart-aleck.”
He moaned, struggling to stay still. “Please,” he said.
“Tell me what you want.” The tables were completely turned.
“Charlotte, you know that all I want is you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
She began to move up and down on top of him. He reached forward and rubbed her clit with his thumb, gratified as she flung her head back in ecstasy.
She stayed on top, moving up and down against him, but her eyes were glazed with lust as she pumped him in and out of her.
“I want you to come for me, darling. Come for me again.” He kept his fingers on her as she rode him fast and hard, his cock completely enveloped by her. Her breasts bounced as she shook her head, struggling to keep the pace on him as another climax threatened to overtake her.
She tensed and then she cried out his name, thrusting herself onto him as deep as he could go. It was too much. He shouted her name in reply, his orgasm ripping through him like a volcano, lava flowing through his veins.
Charlotte collapsed on top of him, a sweaty mess. Jordan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She was his now, completely his, and he had no intention of ever letting her go again.
“I love you,” he whispered, half hoping that she might not even hear him.
“I love you too, Jordan Lovett.” She stayed there, sprawled over him, her breath slowing to a gentle rhythm.
He lay there with his eyes open for as long as he could, just feeling her breathing against him. He would show her what ruthless really was, because there was no way he was ever letting her disappear on him again. And as he felt her heartbeat against his chest, his eyes fell shut and he slept, holding the woman of his dreams.