Claimed (For Her 3)

I love you.

J

I pull the note to my mouth, kissing it. I’m totally keeping this. This is the first time he’s said “I love you” in print. I shift a little, wishing he were still in bed. I love when he wakes me up by making love to me. It’s always slow and sweet and takes my breath away.

Glancing at the clock, I know I need to get up. It takes some effort, but I pull myself from our bed and make my way to the shower for my morning routine. I even take the time to put on a little makeup and leave my hair down for once.

I slide on my glasses and walk out of the bathroom just as Jordan is walking into the bedroom. Gym shorts hang low on his hips, and his broad chest is covered in a thin layer of sweat. Even his hair is damp.

“Did you run like that?” I ask. He looks crazy-sexy right now, and a tug of jealousy shoots through me at the idea of other women seeing him like that. He shakes his head as he walks toward me.

“I went out and got you breakfast.” He holds up a bag from my favorite bakery. He sets it down on the end of the bed before clearing the rest of the distance between us. “When I got back, I ran on the treadmill. In the house.”

“Oh.” It’s the only word I can form, knowing I’ve been caught in my jealousy. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He leans down to kiss me, then yanks my towel off my body. “I’m going to shower. Eat your breakfast.”

With that, he drops his gym shorts and goes into the bathroom. I don’t know how long I stare after him, but then I giggle and grab the bag off the end of the bed and sit down to eat my muffin.

Not long after that, Jordan exits the bathroom as I finish eating. I should get up and get dressed, but I lean back on the headboard as I watch him look for something to wear.

“Little bird, I can’t get ready with you doing that.”

“What?” I say innocently, knowing what I’m doing. I’m completely naked. I bat my eyelashes at him. “I’m liking the view, so I’m enjoying it.”

He mumbles something about being naked and only in my glasses.

Feeling a little bolder, I slide my hand between my legs, parting my thighs.

“Babe,” he growls.

“I can’t watch you? I mean, I didn’t get my morning kisses and all, so…” I shrug and go back to what I was doing. I run my fingers across my clit and wish it was him doing it.

“Pretty sure I had you around three in the morning,” he reminds me.

“Doesn’t count if we go back to sleep,” I tell him lazily, moaning a little.

“If I come over there, you know we’ll be late.” He takes a step toward me. Then another. “You said we had to go in today.”

“I can be fast.”

“I don’t like being fast with you.”

“Jordan.” I moan. I arch my back, offering my breasts to him. I’m getting closer to an orgasm, but I want him to finish me off.

“Fuck it,” he growls. He moves across the room fast, and he’s on me before I can gasp. His face goes straight for my sex, and I feel how hungry he is for me.

“Yes,” I moan, letting my head fall back.

I try to raise my hips off the bed, but he holds me down. I sink one hand into his hair and grab on. It doesn’t take much since I already had myself close. Arguing with him while he was naked and seeing his control snap was enough to send me to the edge.

“I’m coming!” I yell, as if he doesn’t already know. My thighs clamp around his head as the pleasure washes through me. I let myself fall back onto the bed, feeling completely undone.

Jordan gives me a few more licks, making me jerk against him, before he rises over me. I think he’s going to slide his cock into me now, but he doesn’t. The bed jerks a little, and I look down to see him stroking himself. He pulls back even more, standing up beside the bed.

“Sit up,” he commands, and I do. I reach out to touch him, but he shakes his head. I glare up at him, but he gives me a stern look.

“You got to touch yourself and mark me. Now I get to mark you.” He licks his lips, and I know he’s tasting me. I know he’ll smell like me now. I stare up at him, transfixed.

“Tell me to mark you.”

“Do it,” I say quickly, my breathing picking up as he strokes himself. “Mark me, Jordan.” His name comes out breathy, and I swear to God I might just come again from watching him jerk off in front of me.