Chapter Twenty–Three
Never Felt Like This Before
Charlotte swiped at her eyes. “Jerk” was too good for him. She definitely wasn’t speaking to him. Did he really think he could just kiss her and she’d forget everything?
“I’m just trying to help you with that dress.”
Well, maybe. She sniffled again. And it was true, the dress was uncomfortable and impossible to get on and off. She was never going to sleep like this. Besides, she was stupid.
She knew she was playing with fire and she didn’t care.
She sat up in the bed, facing him. Jordan ran his hands down her sides. She trembled. “I’m just trying to find you in the dark,” he said, and she could hear his smile.
“I think you found me.”
He put his hands around her back but instead of undoing the buttons, he held her in a loose embrace. “Yes,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “Yes, I have.” He paused for an overlong moment, maybe waiting to see what she did, if she pulled away.
She held herself perfectly still, wanting him to stay, but still too angry to tell him so.
He knew. He kissed a trail from her neck along the line of her jaw and to her mouth. He paused there, close enough that she could feel his soft breath against her lips. A moment passed. He held perfectly still, his lips almost touching hers but not quite.
Something snapped in her and she kissed him ferociously, angrily, no longer content to let him take charge. He’d taken his shirt off at some point and she scratched at his bare back, pulling him to her. His mouth opened beneath hers as she mashed into him, almost hoping she could hurt him with her kiss. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, holding her there, taking her kiss and her forcefulness. Surprised at herself, she backed off, breathing unsteadily.
He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath but pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her down with his muscled body. She ran her hands along his shoulders, loving the steely feel of his muscles tensing beneath her fingers.
He kissed her again, unyielding, and ran his hands along her sides to her neck and then down to trace a path along her cleavage. As his fingers touched her sensitive skin, her hips bucked up against him. He groaned and placed his hands behind her back. “Sit up,” he said against her neck. “I can’t get to your buttons.”
She sat up, wishing he would hurry up, longing for his weight against her. Everything became a haze of urgent lust.
He fumbled behind her, his breath ragged with need, which aroused her even more. She was about to reach back and do the damn buttons herself when he grabbed the fabric and yanked. The tiny buttons scattered, spilling onto the bed and pinging against the marble floor.
“Jordan!” She tried to tell him off but it was impossible to form a coherent sentence as he dragged the sleeves of the dress down and off of her arms.
He nibbled at the edge of her cleavage and then pushed the front of the dress down to expose her bra and belly. He traced a circle around her lace-covered breast and another moan escaped her. Her nipple hardened against his finger and as he pushed the silk of the bra aside to suck it into his mouth, she lost the power of speech.
She fell back down onto the bed and he moved with her, his legs pushing hers apart to lie between them. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll sew every damn button back on myself, if that’s what you want me to do. Just say my name like that again.”
“Jordan,” she moaned.
He rose to his knees and pulled the dress down over her hips. His eyes roamed her body and she was glad for the matching cream lingerie the sales woman had talked her into. Her exposed nipples hardened again at the feel of his fingers stroking her bare belly. Then his lips were on her breasts, tugging the rest of her bra out of the way. He nibbled gently and then roughly as he reached her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth.
She arched her back, pressing her body against his as she reached to undo her bra, wanting nothing more than for him to have free access to her body to keep doing what he was doing.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other, as if worried they might get jealous. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to taste your skin, he said. He trailed his tongue down her stomach. She lay beneath him, trembling.
He pulled the dress from her ankles and then paused to look at her last remaining modesty: the cream-colored lace panties that were now soaking wet. She squirmed, caught between desire and embarrassment. The fire in his eyes as he put his hands on the soft lace made her lift her hips up. She needed him to pull them off and touch her again. He obliged, dragging them down her legs followed by a soft row of kisses along her inner thigh. He untangled them from her ankles and threw them on the floor. Then he leaned on one arm and just looked at her.
“Jordan, please.” She normally hated being looked at closely, aware of every flaw. But right now, it wasn’t embarrassment that made her want him to stop staring, it was pure desire. She needed to feel his rough fingers and soft tongue on her again. She needed him to take her.
He trailed his fingers up and down her legs. “I like hearing you say my name like that.” His hands moved upwards, soft on her inner thighs “I want to hear more of that.” He pushed her thighs apart and leaned forwards, his hot breath on her sensitive center. “I want to hear you screaming my name.” He flicked his tongue out, barely touching her clit, and she moaned. “Say it, Charlotte.”
“Oh Jordan.” She could no more resist him than she could stop her heart from beating. She needed him, now. “Please.”
“Please what?” His tongue flicked out again.
“Please lick me, Jordan. I’m begging you.” She had no more inhibitions, no thoughts of anything other than Jordan and his body and especially his tongue.
He lowered his face to her and parted her lips with his tongue and circled her clit. Within seconds she was bucking her hips against his mouth, unable to stop herself as he tongued her in a soft rhythm. She whispered his name again and then called it out as the orgasm overtook her. He continued to lick her softly until the room came back into focus and her heart stopped trying to escape her chest. “Oh, my god,” she whispered.
“No, just me,” he grinned. He pulled himself up to her and licked his lips before kissing her softly. “You taste amazing.”
He lay on top of her naked body. Somehow, he still had his shorts on. She panted, still recovering from the hot throbbing of her orgasm as he pressed his hips against hers. She needed to undress him now and feel him inside of her, still tingling from her climax.
It was impossible to get to his waistband and pull them away, but she tried anyway. “You have too many clothes on,” she complained.
He pulled the shorts off in one fast movement, freeing his rigid cock. Then he reached for his wallet and pulled something out. “It’s been a long time,” he said. “Could you help me with this?”
She tore her eyes away from his body to see what he was holding out. “I can try,” she said, half surprised and half relieved. She struggled to open the packet, which earned her a raised eyebrow from him. He tore it open and handed her the condom. She took it in one hand and reached for his hard shaft.
As she put her hand on him, he shuddered. She took the condom and attempted to roll it over the head but he was too big, the condom too small. The look on his face was intense. “Charlotte, I can’t take much more of this teasing.”
“I’m not trying to tease.” She tried again to hold him steady and get it onto him.
He arched his back and cried out. “You beautiful witch, I can’t—” and then he was coming, his fists clenched and his head thrown back.
She wrapped her hands around his cock, holding him tight until he stopped pumping against her. She couldn’t believe she held this power over him, that her simple touch had brought him over the edge without even trying. She looked up at him, her vision glazed with lust.
He groaned. “When you look at me like that.” His cock twitched in her hands. He took both of her wrists and pinned her to the bed, lying against her. “I think we need a rule that you aren’t allowed to touch me.” He kissed her neck and behind her ear and then came up to her face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as if he’d done something wrong.
She shook her head. “I’m not very good at...”
“Charlotte.” He silenced her with a kiss. “You are excellent and you know it.” She squirmed in embarrassment and then realized he was already growing thick against her. He grinned at the look on her face and reached down to rub a thumb over her nipple. She arched her back against the feel of his fingers. “I’m recovering already,” he said, “but it might go a bit faster if you call my name again like you did before.” He reached further down and ran his fingers up and down her wetness. “Tell me what you want?”
She bucked her hips against him. “I want you to never stop.” He circled her sensitive clit with his fingers and watched her writhe beneath him. His cock grew stiff against her thigh, arousing her even more. “Please take me, Jordan.”
He kissed her again then, full of passion. She reached down and found his cock fully hard again. He shivered at her touch. “I think this time I’ll do the condom,” he whispered against her throat. She moaned softly as he pulled away and the cold night air touched her skin. But a moment later he was back, his broad chest covering hers. He dragged his cock against her wet slit. She shuddered and moaned and opened her legs even further.
“Charlotte,” he moaned as he pressed himself into her. She rose up to meet him as he filled her. He kissed her again and then rolled her over, staying inside her, until she was on top. “Take me,” he said.
She began to move up and down on him, feeling his steely heat as he filled her over and over again. He reached forward and pressed his thumb on her clit, so that with every downward movement, she increased the pressure. She closed her eyes and began to move faster, feeling another climax approaching. As she ground herself onto him harder and faster, she opened her eyes, his name on her lips again. His face looked like he’d seen a vision.
“Charlotte,” he moaned, leaving her in no doubt that she was everything to him at that moment. Her climax over took her and she lunged against him as she peaked. He groaned and thrust himself into her, coming hard into her as her muscles clenched around him.
Another shudder ran through her and she collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. She nuzzled his neck, the warm afterglow overtaking her. Her eyes closed as she shifted herself to lie against his chest.
The last thing she heard was him asking, “May I stay?” She reached her arm around him to keep him there and fell asleep.