Chapter Six

 

 

Belatedly aware that he was practically jogging through the spacious hotel grounds en route to the elevators, Jordan forced himself to slow his almost frantic pace down to a reasonable stroll. He kept Aubrey’s hand grasped firmly in his, not daring to slide his arm around her waist or shoulders right now, or touch any other part of her delectable body. He was far too aroused, far too aware of her, and anything more intimate than holding hands would likely cause him to lose complete control, and not give a damn who might witness such an event.

After she’d shocked him speechless with that teasing little kiss, and then inquiring provocatively what came next, Jordan had somewhat clumsily jumped into action. He’d beckoned the waiter over impatiently, motioning for the guest check at the same time, signing it without even bothering to glance at the total. He had surged to his feet, banging his knee against the table as he did so, but hadn’t even winced at the pain as he strode around to Aubrey’s side of the table. In two quick, jerky motions, he had pulled her chair out and helped her to her feet, barely giving her a moment to hastily grab her clutch bag. He offered up a silent thanks that she wasn’t wearing stilettos, thus allowing her to keep up with him as he hustled her out of the restaurant.

“Is this a race or something?” she asked teasingly, tugging on his coat sleeve with her free hand. “Because if I’d known we were going to run off our dinner, I would have worn my Adidas. Not, of course, that Jenna would have actually let me leave the house with them on.”

“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly, then tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow. “I’m, uh, usually not this - well, let’s call it impatient, shall we?” He gave into temptation then and slipped an arm around her narrow waist, pulling her close against him as he murmured in her ear, “Having you in my bed tonight is pretty much all I’ve been able to think about since I saw you emerging from the water, so I’ll apologize right now for my lack of finesse.”

Aubrey shook her glossy blonde head. “Don’t apologize,” she insisted, reaching up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And I don’t want finesse. I just want you to be you. The real you, not the smooth talking player that you probably like everyone to think you are. Okay?”

That brief, innocent little peck on the check still managed to arouse him nearly to the breaking point, and he could no longer resist sliding a hand to the back of her head, holding it still for his hungry, demanding kiss. When her lips parted in surrender, he didn’t hesitate to thrust his tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth, kissing her with such intensity that she began to whimper beneath the firm pressure of his mouth on hers.

Jordan lifted his lips from hers reluctantly, paying no heed to anyone who might have just witnessed that fiery kiss. Aubrey’s eyes were half-shut, her pretty mouth trembling and looking slightly bruised. His hand slid to her waist, giving it a squeeze as he murmured in her ear, “Was that real enough for you, darlin’?”

She nodded, clutching his leanly muscled forearm for support. “Yeah,” she replied shakily. “That’s - that’s what I meant, all right.”

He pulled her flush against his side again as they reached the elevators. “Well, then, it’s about to really get real. Let’s head up to my room, okay?”

Aubrey nodded again, seemingly content to let him take control of things from this point on. He pressed the up button for the elevators, urging her inside as the doors opened up. Neither of them spoke during the short ride up to the tenth floor where his suite was located, but the sexual awareness between them was practically crackling like it was live flame.

‘Take it slow, man, got it?’ he told himself sternly. ‘Don’t scare her off, or rush things. You’ve got all night - hell, you’ve got an entire two weeks from the sounds of it. Savor her, indulge her, enjoy the experience’

But the moment the door to the suite was closed behind them, Jordan was hard pressed to recall his good intentions as Aubrey flung herself against him, very nearly crawling up his body as she pulled his head down to meet her kiss. It took him a moment or two to recover from her unexpected boldness, just long enough for him to switch their roles and become the aggressor.

She made a little sound of surprise as he all but shoved her up against the entryway wall, using his own body to hold her firmly in place. She was staring up at him, her blue eyes wide with mingled anticipation and arousal, those plush pink lips parted and just waiting for him to claim them in a deep, consuming kiss. Her hands slid up his arms past his shoulders to clasp around his neck, trying with all her might to urge his head back down to meet hers.

But Jordan was in control now, and for once in his life he was in no hurry whatsoever to strip the woman he was with naked and get inside of her as quickly as possible. This woman was special, unique, and having her in his bed was going to be an experience that he might never be so lucky as to enjoy again. And hard as it might be - no pun intended, given how incredibly aroused he was at this moment - he had no intention of rushing things with Aubrey, no matter how tempted he was to fuck her right here and now against the wall.

“Shh,” he soothed, caressing her flushed cheek and tucking a silky strand of hair behind her ear. “No need to rush things, darlin’. The night’s still young, after all. And with a woman as beautiful and sexy as you are, I’m planning to enjoy every single minute I have with you. Answer a question for me now, will you, sweetheart?”

Aubrey nodded, her gaze locked with his as he lazily traced the outline of her lips. “O – okay. What is it?”

Jordan bent down to nuzzle the side of her neck, smiling with satisfaction at the leap of her pulse beneath his lips. “Birth control. What are you currently using?”

“Oh. Right.” Her breathing was beginning to sound more than a little uneven as he continued to press kisses along her neck and collarbone. “Um, I - I get the shots.”

“Depo-Provera?” At her nod, he prodded a bit further. “When was the last time you had a shot?”

“Ahhh.” Aubrey’s head fell back limply against the wall as his hand caressed the side of her ribcage before moving tantalizingly close to her breasts. “About a month ago.”

“Good.”

He was pleased with her answer, for the Depo-Provera shots were one of the most effective forms of birth control, and the one he most often advised his patients to use. And if she had just been given a shot a month ago, that meant it would be another two months before the effects wore off. He would still use a condom, of course, because he always did, no matter what type of birth control a woman claimed to be using. It was for his own protection as much as theirs, and a safe practice he’d adhered to since he had first starting having sex as a teenager. But condoms alone were never a failsafe against an unwanted pregnancy, so he was relieved that Aubrey was fully protected from such a risk.

His hand slid back down to her hip, and then, with slow deliberation, moved to cup one firm, rounded buttock. His other hand grasped her chin, tilting her face to one side as he kissed her gently but thoroughly, smiling to himself when he heard her little sigh of bliss - a sigh that quickly became a gasp as he used his hand on her ass to bring their lower bodies flush against the other. She couldn’t help but be very, very aware of how aroused he was, how hard his cock was, and how much he wanted her.

And then Jordan was the one to groan as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his almost frantically, and, at the same time, she began to grind her pelvis against the huge bulge that threatened to split the seam of his trousers at the crotch. His left hand moved to join the right, clasping both of her luscious buttocks firmly as they continued to dry hump each other with rapidly increasing urgency - and with no finesse whatsoever.

Roughly, almost clumsily, he cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over the hard peak of her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Aubrey reacted to this particular caress by grabbing hold of his hand and pressing it more firmly against her full, swollen breast. Their kiss turned torrid, almost savage, and the sound of her moans beneath his mouth was driving him close to the breaking point.

“Come.”

He took her by the hand, leading her from the entryway, through the living room area, and directly into the suite’s spacious bedroom. He had left a single lamp on before leaving the suite earlier this evening, so that the room was now bathed in a soft, soothing glow.

Jordan pressed his chest against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist as once again he nuzzled the side of her neck. Aubrey’s head rested trustingly against his shoulder, and her eyes drifted shut as he continued his slow, controlled seduction. His lips touched her cheek, her temple, the bridge of her nose, before claiming her mouth in another deep, searching kiss. He rarely if ever took this much time with the seduction process, seldom took this much care with his lovers. But Aubrey was younger than his usual choice of bedmate, and despite her passionate responses to him thus far, he could tell she was on the inexperienced side. There had been nothing practiced or rehearsed about the way she’d returned his kisses and caresses, and he had no doubt that her eagerness and hunger for him was entirely natural and spontaneous.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his teeth nipping the dainty lobe of her ear teasingly. “No overpowering perfumes or body lotion, though. Just soap and shampoo, I think. And you, of course. The most delicious scent of all.”

Aubrey whimpered as he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, her body jerking in response when his hand slid up over her belly to once again cup her breast. “Please,” she begged. “Jordan, I need - ”

He plucked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “I know what you need, Aubrey,” he assured her in a deliberately seductive voice. “I know exactly what you need. And believe me, darlin’, I fully intend to take care of every single one of your needs tonight. Satisfy them better than any other man has ever done for you, or ever will again. Easy now.”

But despite his soothing words, he felt her quiver against him as he slowly began to lower the zipper of that alluring black dress. He guided the dress off her shoulders and then down past her hips to pool at her feet, holding her arm to steady her as she stepped out of the garment, then helped her to remove her shoes. He took her by the arms and turned her to face him, his eyes darkening to a deep, stormy gray as they took in every perfect, luscious inch of her nearly naked body.

The bra of cream silk and lace was cut low over those delectable breasts, baring them nearly to the areola, and making him wonder if her luminous skin was tanned that same shade of ripe peach all over. Her abs were taut and toned without being overly defined, while her slim hips had just enough curve to them. The thong that matched the sexy bra barely covered the most intimate part of her body, and bared the entire length of her long, shapely legs and most of her buttocks.

More aroused than he could ever recall being - even as a horny adolescent sneaking peeks at a hidden copy of Playboy - Jordan was alarmed to find that his hand was actually shaking as he traced a finger along the exposed curves of her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect and threatening to poke through the fragile lace that barely covered them, and from the rapid rise and fall of her chest he knew she was highly aroused and perhaps a little anxious, too.

“Perfection,” he murmured, bending his dark head to press a kiss into her deep cleavage. “Utter perfection. You’ve got the body of a goddess, Aubrey.” He squeezed both of her breasts. “Perfect tits.” His hands skimmed over her hips to cup her bare buttocks. “Perfect ass.” He dropped to his knees then, working the miniscule thong down her legs. Her whole body quivered as he lightly ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed thatch of light blonde pubic hair. “Perfect pussy.”

“Jordan!” she cried plaintively as he rather calmly shoved two long fingers up inside of her tight passage, where she was wet and hot and so ready for him that he knew she’d get off with the first hard thrust of his cock inside of that perfect pussy.

“Tight as a fist,” he crooned, pressing his fingertips against what was for most women a particularly sensitive spot of their anatomy, that elusive G-spot on the front wall of the vagina. “And so wet for me already. I can’t wait to be deep inside of this pretty, perfect pussy, and fuck you until you come all over my cock.”

But by the way she was grinding herself against his hand, he guessed she couldn’t wait that long, and so he continued to pump his fingers in and out of that delicious wet heat, arousing her until she was ready to explode. And with the lightest stimulation of her clit, just the tiniest little pinch, she did just that - her body bucking wildly, her legs shaking in reaction as she came, that tight little pussy contracting greedily around his fingers.

He lifted her in his arms then, half-afraid she’d collapse otherwise, and laid her out tenderly on the oversized king bed. Aubrey was staring up at him, too dazed to speak, and could only watch as he swiftly undressed. The look in her eyes as each article of his clothing disappeared, baring first his chest, then the lower half of his body – in particular his fully erect penis - was positively smoldering, and he smiled in satisfaction at her obvious appreciation for his male form. Once he was fully nude, he stretched out on the bed next to her, taking her into his arms and stroking her back soothingly.

“I think we can dispense with this now,” he stated, deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples poking into his skin.

She gave a soft, uncertain little laugh. “I guess so. I’m, um, sorry it’s not black. To match the dress, you know. I actually have a black bra but none of my panties or thongs matched it, and Jenna said there was no way I was leaving the house wearing unmatched undies.”

Jordan cupped one full, swollen breast, squeezing it until she gasped. “Like I give a damn what color lingerie you’re wearing, or if it matches,” he growled, pushing her breast up until he could suck the nipple into his mouth. “Especially since I’m far more interested in taking it off of you.”

“Ahh, that’s so good!” she cried out as he flicked his tongue over first one and then the other nipple. Her own hands were busily running over his bare back, then down to clasp his buttocks, before suddenly taking firm hold of his engorged cock.

“Holy fuck!” he yelled, his body bucking in reaction as her soft hand began to stroke him persuasively.

Astonishingly, Jordan felt several drops of pre-cum begin to seep out of the tip, something that hadn’t happened since he was an inexperienced teenager. He was proud not just of the fact that he always gave his lovers as much pleasure as he received from them, but also that he was in complete command of his body at all times, able to exercise tremendous self-control and prolong his release for a very long time.

But not, apparently, with this eager, passionate golden goddess who was even now wrapping one of those long, toned legs around his hip, pulling him closer against her. And while the way she was stroking his cock was his idea of heaven, he knew that even his famed powers of endurance would be severely tested if he allowed her to continue.

He clamped his hand over her wrist, stilling the erotic movements of her eager hand. “That’s enough for now, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Jesus, you’ve got me out of my mind with wanting you. And I swear this isn’t one of my cheesy pick-up lines, but I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman as much as I do right now.”

Aubrey rolled onto her back then, her palms sliding into his sweat-dampened hair, and pulling his face down to hers. “And I’ve never, ever, wanted a man as much as I want you,” she whispered urgently. “So, please, please fuck me already.”

The fact that he nearly forgot to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer and hastily roll it on was yet another shocker. But hadn’t he realized from the first time he’d glimpsed this woman rising from the ocean like the goddess he’d just compared her to that she would be like no other before her? That she would be one of a kind, incomparable, the girl of his dreams. And that making her his would be the most mind blowing experience of his life.

He kissed her, then murmured against her lips, “Your wish is my command, darlin’. But this isn’t going to be a mere fuck, you know.” He spread her thighs apart impatiently, taking hold of his cock and positioning the tip at the wet, glistening opening to her body. “It’s going to be a trip to heaven.”

Jordan was tempted to close his eyes in order to fully savor the sensations as he slowly, inch by inch, fed his cock inside her vagina. But he was equally compelled to watch her gorgeous face react to the intimate joining of their bodies, to see the way her blue eyes took on a dazed expression, how her skin flushed an even deeper pink, and how those plush lips parted with each uneven breath she took.

When he was fully sheathed inside of her, all the way up to the balls, he paused for a moment, and gazed down at her tenderly.

“You okay?” he asked unsteadily. “You’re a little on the tight side, you know, even more than I first thought. I want to make sure I’m not hurting you or anything.”

Aubrey ran a palm up the middle of his chest until it reached his heart. “You could never hurt me,” she assured him. “And I’m more than okay. At least I will be once you get down to business and get this really fine ass of yours in motion.” She gave him a playful smack on his butt to make her point.

Jordan threw back his head and guffawed, then lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. “You can be a bossy little thing sometimes, can’t you?” he teased. “Fortunately for you, bossy women can really turn me on at times. So what say we get down to business now, hmm? Like this, for example.”

He slid his palms beneath her buttocks, lifting her slightly off the mattress, and angling her body just so. He pulled out of her until only the tip of his cock was till inside, then, with one savage thrust plunged all the way back in.

“Oh! Oh, God!” screamed Aubrey, her hand clutching fistfuls of the bedcovers as he continued to thrust hard, hard enough that her lower back lifted off the mattress. Her heels dug into his buttocks, drawing forth a low growl from his throat as she urged him on.

He did close his eyes this time, but certainly not because he wasn’t enjoying the spectacular sight of the woman beneath him, with her glorious hair spilling across the pillow, her full breasts bouncing enticingly each time he rammed his cock inside of her, and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she stared up at him as though he held her in his thrall. No, he closed his eyes because to look at her that way made him feel too damned much - too much pleasure, too much desire, too much everything. He was already struggling with all his might to prolong this, to make this first time good for her, to let the sensations take him over until all he could do was feel and not think about anything but burying himself as deep inside of her as he could get, to lose himself in her, and then lose all control.

He knew the female body inside and out, partly because of his chosen profession, but mostly because of his vast experience in the bedroom. He also knew when a woman was faking it and when she was actually having an orgasm. And all of that knowledge, all of that experience, was telling him that Aubrey was on the verge of climaxing, given the way her pussy was beginning to spasm around his cock.

He opened his eyes then, needing to see the look on her face when she came, needing to fully participate in her pleasure. She was close, so close now. He could tell by the way she was nearly gasping for breath, by the way her eyes were practically glazing over, by the way her heels continued to dig into his ass and her hands gripped his biceps as though hanging on for dear life.

“Jordan.” His name escaped her lips as she found her release, the sound far more of a whimper than a scream.

And that was all it took - that one little word, simply the sound of his name - to make him lose all control. His fingers dug into her hipbones, holding her lower body still as he moved inside of her with a series of quick, shallow thrusts, barely noticing when she climaxed around his cock for the second time in a minute because he was so completely lost in his own pleasure.

Unlike Aubrey, his orgasm wasn’t quiet or controlled. He threw his head back, the noises he made somewhere between a bellow and a shout, and it felt like his entire body was shuddering in reaction. Even after he was empty, when his cock began to turn flaccid, he continued to move inside of her, simply for the pleasure he felt from co-joining his body with hers. He didn’t want this to be over, didn’t want to withdraw from her, didn’t want to sever their physical connection.

But evidently his drained body had other ideas, and he collapsed in a boneless heap by her side, his penis slipping out of her slick pussy reluctantly. He flung an arm across her chest, keeping her tucked against his side, but Aubrey didn’t seem like she planned on going anywhere for a good long while. She twined those long, long legs around his, then wrapped her arms around his waist before tucking her head against his shoulder.

They remained just that way for what felt like an hour, but what in reality was only a few minutes. It took some time for their breathing to return to a normal rhythm, for Jordan’s heartrate to stop skipping a beat occasionally. He thought that perhaps he had fallen asleep briefly, or maybe he’d actually passed out for long seconds. His limbs felt heavy and tired, as though he’d played basketball for six hours straight, or climbed a mountain, or something equally strenuous that he typically eschewed doing.

It was the gentle touch of a feminine hand on his forehead, tenderly brushing back a wayward lock of damp black hair, that finally roused him enough to lift his head from the pillow with a tremendous effort. Aubrey was smiling up at him softly, and she looked so beautiful, so unbelievably gorgeous, that he wondered if this was another of his dreams.

“Hey, there. You okay?” she teased, running her forefinger down the bridge of his nose.

Jordan grinned, capturing her hand and playfully biting the tip of that same finger. “No,” he retorted, shaking his head. “Because “okay” is way too tame of a word to describe how I’m feeling right now. You, darlin’, just rocked my world clear off its axis. I’m thirty-nine years old - something I don’t exactly like to admit, especially to a beautiful twenty-five year old woman - and I’ve never felt quite like that before. And, no, before you ask - that’s not a cheesy pick-up line. It’s the honest truth, Aubrey.”

She reached over and gave him a quick, hard kiss. “Good,” she replied, a very satisfied smile on her face. “And needless to say, I’ve never felt quite like that before, either. You’re - well, let’s just say you really know what you’re doing in the bedroom. I think I saw the sun, moon, and stars all at the same time a little while ago.”

His grin deepened. “Pretty much the whole solar system at once, huh? Glad to know I wasn’t the only one in another galaxy just now.” His grin quickly turned into a grimace. “I need to get rid of this damned condom before it starts spilling over. Be right back, okay?”

Jordan resisted the urge to groan as he eased himself off the bed, his muscles sore from the intense physical activity he’d just put himself through. He refused, absolutely refused, to even consider the possibility that it was his age that was suddenly making him aware of these various aches and pains. He preferred instead to believe that making love to Aubrey just now had provided him with renewed motivation, and that it had simply been awhile since he’d been that into a woman.

He discarded the rubber before washing himself off, then dampened a washcloth with warm water to bring back to the bedroom. Aubrey seemed a little shy to have him wash her, so he handed her the small towel so she could clean herself up. Both of them really needed a shower, acknowledged Jordan ruefully, given the sweat they had worked up, but Aubrey seemed perfectly content to remain in bed for the moment. She cuddled up against him as soon as his head hit the pillow, once again entwining her arms and legs with his in an effort to get as close as possible.

He didn’t always like cuddling with a woman, and often found it cloying, or a rather desperate attempt on their part to keep him from leaving. But since he had zero intention of leaving Aubrey anytime within the next two weeks, he obliged her need to get close to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly and smoothing the damp strands of her hair off her face.

“I meant to ask you about that,” she said suddenly. “The condom, that is. I just sort of wondered why you needed to use one when I had already told you I was on birth control.”

Jordan shrugged. This was definitely not the time he wanted to discuss his wild past with her - namely, how many women he’d fucked over the years, and how careful he’d always been to keep himself free of any potential STDs as well as protecting against an unwanted pregnancy.

“Force of habit, I suppose,” was all he told her in response. “And it sort of goes with the territory of the job, too. I’m always stressing to my patients about being safe, being protected, so I guess I practice what I preach.”

Aubrey nodded. “Okay. It’s just - well, you don’t have to worry about me in that regard. I haven’t - there haven’t been all that many men I’ve had sex with over the years, and I’ve always been super careful myself. So if you ever felt like you didn’t want to use a condom, I wouldn’t mind. I trust you, Jordan.”

Those four sweetly murmured little words tugged at his emotions, and he buried his face against her silky hair for a moment or two to regain his composure.

“I trust you, too, Aubrey. Implicitly. And I haven’t honestly been able to say that about very many women over the years. As for there not having been very many men in your life - well, I could tell it’s been a little while for you. Am I right?”

She nodded. “A few months. A relationship that was going nowhere in a hurry. Since then nobody. I’m - well, picky I guess the word is. As well as cautious.”

“You should be both of those things,” he assured her. “Always. You’re too special, Aubrey, too exceptional to ever settle for anything less. As it is, I’m not so sure that I’m deserving of someone like you.”

“Oh?” She gave him a flirty little grin. “I would say that you’re very, very deserving, especially after that really awesome orgasm you just gave me a few minutes ago. Actually, make that three really awesome orgasms. Wow, that has never happened to me before. I usually count myself lucky if I end the evening with just one.”

Jordan shook his head. “Luck has nothing to do with it, sweetheart. It’s more a case of choosing the right partner. More specifically, a partner who knows what he’s doing. You’re an incredibly passionate woman, Aubrey, and you deserve to have a lover who gives you pleasure every single time that you’re with him.”

“Like you, for example?” She pressed a kiss to the base of his throat while those eager hands of hers seemed to be roving all over his body.

He chuckled, then groaned as her fingers trailed teasingly over his stomach and then even lower. “You, ah, said yourself that I know what I’m doing in the bedroom,” he reminded her hoarsely, well aware that he was becoming aroused again – a feat that normally wouldn’t be possible this quickly, even for someone with as much staying power as he possessed.

Aubrey’s hand stilled, and when she spoke her voice quavered a bit. “You - you’re really experienced, aren’t you?” she asked uncertainly. “With women, I mean. And I know without having to ask that it definitely hasn’t been a few months for you since you last had sex. More like a few weeks, I’m guessing.”

There was no way on earth Jordan was going to correct her, and admit that it had actually been only a few days ago since he’d been with someone, a brief, totally meaningless one-night stand with someone Finn had introduced him to. He couldn’t even remember the woman’s name now, but thought perhaps that she’d been a brunette. It had been a quick, uncomplicated way to get his rocks off, and he’d pretty much forgotten about the encounter the moment he had walked out of her apartment.

“Hey,” he told her gently, picking up her hand and interlacing their fingers together. “Let’s forget about anyone either of us has been with in the past, okay? Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re the only woman in the world right now.”

He ran his hand over her belly, and then lower, smiling when she gasped in pleasure. With a gleam in his gray eyes, he slid further down the bed, spreading her legs apart as he did so.

“And since you like orgasms so much, maybe we can see about giving you a few more before this night is over with,” he murmured huskily, just before burying his face between her thighs.