Rolling her hips, she threw her head back. “Keep going, please.”
It felt like I hit her deeper with each thrust and like there was no space left inside her. I wished to God it didn’t have to end, but it was all just too much. When I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, I leaned slightly to the side and used the pad of my thumb to rub her clit.
“I’m going to come soon, baby. I need you with me.”
This time I felt it coming, felt it as her muscles clenched down tightly around me as she came. I’d been close to the edge, but her walls rippling around my cock ripped it out of me. I came so hard all I could do was growl because there wasn’t enough oxygen in my lungs to do anything else.
It felt like she was taking part of me with each spurt into the tip of the condom, until there was nothing left for her to take.
All of me belonged to her, and now all of her belonged to me. She was the best surprise I never knew I wanted, but one I had every intention of keeping.
Chapter Eleven
Sienna
I was sore, but I’d be damned if I wanted to stop what we were doing right now as Jordan thrust into me, moving me up the bed slightly.
We’d explored each other’s bodies for the last three days. I’d gotten to touch and lick all of his muscles and tattoos, find the spots that made the sinews in his back and arms bunch up, and learned what he liked.
The answer to the last part I’d gotten directly from him when he’d murmured, “I like everything you do to me, baby. So long as it’s you.”
I’d also discovered something I’d read about in books but never believed it was anything other than words. The special place inside me that his fingers rubbed or his cock swept over and drove me insane.
I also knew now that orgasms were addictive, especially when he was the one giving them to me.
And that’s what I was heading toward at this precise moment, even without his finger on my clit.
“I want another one,” he growled, shifting the angle of his hips, and rubbing against the spot harder. “Now, Sienna.”
I couldn’t help it. The pressure I’d felt building up inside of me burst, and I screamed as I came.
“That’s it, baby, dig those nails in.”
I never meant to do it, but my nails ended up in the skin of his back every time I came. He already had some cuts from them, but he said he wanted more and wore them with pride. I hated hurting him and was scared about ruining the beautiful ink on his skin, but I just lost all control when we were having sex.
The deep growl told me that Jordan was coming, too, before all the muscles under my hands contracted and then released again.
Sex had given us a deeper connection, an intimacy of our own that no one else had, and I didn’t regret it one bit. Far from it, I actually loved him.
Keeping us connected, he dropped onto his side on the bed and held me against him, with my hair bunched in his hand. “Love doing this with you, baby.”
Smiling into his chest, I whispered back, “Me, too.”
I felt his head move so that his mouth was in my hair, ignoring the slight tugging as his beard pulled the strands.
“I used to think I was jinxed, Sienna. Things happened that we couldn’t explain, and I’d fix it, then just shrug it off and get on with life. We all get dealt a hand, and I thought that was mine.”
“Jordan—”
He cut me off by slowly pulling out of me and rolling me onto my back, his happy green eyes staring down at me. “I know I’m not jinxed now, though. No way can I consider myself anything but lucky to have you, my gorgeous girl.”
I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted to say something so he knew I felt the same way.
“You know my past, and it used to define me until I met you again.” Then, taking in a deep breath, I brushed the hair on his jaw with my thumb. “I don’t think I’ve ever lived, truly lived, until I met you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, staring at my mouth. “I wish I could take the day off and spend it in bed with you, especially after this.”
“We need to work to live.”
“No, I need you to live.”
Smiling brightly at him, I blurted, “And for that, you’re totally getting laid later.”
Bursting out laughing, he pulled me up in a hug. “Think the world of you, Sienna Blake.”
Sometimes we need to change for the better. All of the changes I’d made since I’d come home, ones that were the complete opposite of how I was before, had made my life more than better. It was now extraordinary.