CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
REID
She was going to be the absolute death of me. It was like she was embarrassed by how easily her body responded to my every single touch. It was a huge turn-on, making my current situation so difficult I was pouring sweat, and I hadn’t even started on the main course yet.
I was still appetizing.
Her body shuddered.
It arched, it shuddered again, then melted against me.
It was freaking gorgeous—watching her take pleasure without me having to give her permission to do so.
“Take it,” I whispered. “Come on, Jordan, stop thinking.”
“But your mouth was—”
“—making you feel good,” I answered gruffly as my body hummed with awareness of all things her. Hell, her taste was out of this world.
Without any sort of warning, she grabbed my head and jerked my mouth to hers.
Her greedy tongue fighting mine, trying to dominate. I groaned as I fell on my back and pulled her on top of me so her body was straddling mine.
I reached into the nightstand.
And came back empty.
Jordan, clearly enjoying herself way too much to pay attention to my panic, just kept kissing me, thrusting her body all over me in the best of ways.
My hand searched again.
What the hell?
“Hold on.” I sat up, and Jordan fell back, her face flushed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I had a box of condoms right here.” I pointed to the drawer.
“Someone was confident.”
“Safe,” I corrected. “Someone was safe and now—”
I let out a growl as I picked up the empty box and pulled out a sticky note that said, “Stick it, get it? Like as in stick it to her? Ha-ha, I kill myself. Also, payback’s a bitch. Now we’re even for you signing me up for that stupid show. Oh, also, note the picture.” The picture was of a stick figure holding a bag of peas to its middle, maybe its balls? Oh, and he wrote it in blue crayon. The sick bastard.
It would take me at least five minutes to run down to the main lobby. I tossed the box at the wall and glared.
Jordan let out a soft laugh.
“Not funny.” I sighed, my body still having other ideas as it tried to unite with her without my damn permission.
“It kind of is.” She wiggled on top of me.
I gripped her hips. “Keep moving and it won’t be. Seriously, Jordan. I’ve been putting this off for years.”
“Sex?”
“With you.” I grumbled. “Okay, so it hasn’t been years, but it feels like it and I really, really, really . . .” I sighed as I took in her pert breasts and perfect curves. “Where was I again?”
Jordan moved.
I hissed.
“I know your medical history.” Jordan winked. “And I’m on the pill . . .” She moved again. I groaned as my head slammed back against the headboard. “You’re welcome.”
“Shit, you feel good.” I grabbed her hips and moved her exactly where I wanted her. “Are you sure?”
“No.”
I jerked back my hands.
“Kidding.” She winked.
“Am I laughing?”
“If you were, that means I was doing it wrong,” she said in a teasing voice. “And I don’t want to do it wrong.”
“Impossible.”
“Possible.”
“Jordan?”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up.” With one lift I had her in the air and swiftly thrust into her.
She stopped talking.
I stopped breathing.
And then, very slowly, moved in and out, thinking it wasn’t real, nobody could actually feel that perfect.
But she did.
I picked up my pace, sweat pooling at my temples as Jordan leaned over me, and then with a move I’d only ever seen in the movies, she flipped onto her back, taking me with her.
“I think I love you.” I chuckled.
She winked while I thrust harder, deeper, then pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her back against me so she was almost in a sitting position.
“Damn, this is going to be over too quickly.” I tugged her ear with my teeth as I tried to slow down, but every part of me was ready to explode into oblivion.
Her body tightened around me.
I held my breath, trying to prolong the moment.
She arched.
“More, Reid!”
I cupped her breasts and clenched my teeth. “Love that phrase.”
I’d like to think her next scream was because of me, and when she found her release and said my name three times and then a fourth, I decided that I was never leaving her bed. Ever.
I held out as long as I could.
Which was about one more second.
Spent, I leaned my forehead against her back.
“Reid?” Her voice was hoarse. Did I do that? Was that me? My chest puffed up.
“Hmm?” I kissed her salty-sweet skin.
“Next time I want to yell Phantom.”
I slapped her ass, then burst out laughing. “You and every other woman in existence.”
“Hey, some like Raoul.”
“Raoul can suck it!” I laughed.
“Mature.” She slowly crawled off me and leaned back against the pillow, her face flushed. “That was incredible.”
“That”—I leaned down and kissed her nose—“was just round one.”