For a long moment, his gray-blue eyes searched mine, and in that light, I couldn’t even see the burst of brown around the iris. They were just two icy pools sucking me into his depths.
He swept my hair away from my face, still marveling at me like I was the most beautiful creature in the entire universe. “Where did you come from?”
His voice was just a whisper, and yet I felt it deep within me like he’d screamed to the world.
“Just finished my walk through hell.”
“Does that make this purgatory?” he asked on a smirk.
I smiled, too, reaching up to press my lips to his. “I think that makes this heaven.”
He frowned, leaning into my kiss with purpose, one arm holding him balanced over me while the other gripped my hip with force. I bucked my hips, and with the motion, the slick heat between my legs coated his shaft, eliciting a sharp breath from us both.
“Syd,” he said, panting and pressing his forehead to mine as he stilled. “I…” He swallowed. “As much as you’re right about me not being able to resist fucking you right now, I don’t have a condom.”
My heart stopped for a second, but it kicked back to its quick pace in the next breath. “Are you clean?”
“Yes,” he answered automatically. “But…”
I swallowed, each half of me warring with whether I was ready to expose the next bit of information. But the desire pulsing through me won over the part of me that was somewhat ashamed.
“I can’t get pregnant,” I assured him with a soft shrug. “After Paige, I…” I swallowed. “I had a surgery…”
I didn’t have to tell him what kind of surgery for him to understand.
Those words hung heavy between us, and the fact that no one knew that about me — not even my ex-husband — was written in my expression. I knew it, because without me even having to say it, I could tell Jordan understood that no one else knew. His brows bent in a sad understanding, and he kissed my forehead before his lips trailed to each of my cheeks and back to my mouth.
The tender moment lasted only a moment before it was replaced with urgency again, and I felt myself open to him — my mouth, my heart, my legs — until the tip of him was at my entrance and all it would take was a nudge of my foot in his backside, or a flex of his hips, to answer all my needs.
Jordan’s breaths were shallow, his shoulders shaking where he held himself above me, and he broke our kiss, his mouth hovering over mine.
Then, on an excruciatingly slow roll of his hips, he entered me, and everything that wasn’t Jordan Becker faded to black.
Pain ripped through me in a flash, the sensation of being spread open after having that part of me empty for so long. I cringed against it, and Jordan kissed me, distracting me as he slowed his movements and made his way deeper inside me as gently as he could.
Each moment brought more ecstasy and less pain, until I was denting his flesh with my nails, bucking my hips to meet his, my kisses hungry and desperate and hot. I reveled in the way his back arched with every thrust, in the way his glutes tightened with each flex inside me. It was animalistic, the way he held me to him, the unbridled passion that flowed between us as he took me in the back of his truck. The rough fabric of his seat scratched my back as I scratched his, and pain danced with pleasure in equal measure with each passing minute.
Before I realized what I was doing, I’d pressed my hands into his chest, pushing him off me long enough to have him sitting in the seat and me climbing into his lap. He was barely out of me before I sat on top of him again, the length of him sliding in deeper, making both of us pause when he was all the way in as if we’d lost all breath completely.
The windows of that old Bronco were steamy and hot, but every now and then, a cool breeze would reach us from the forest, and I’d shiver and shake, the combination exhilarating.
Slowly, I began to move, my thigh muscles burning as I grabbed his shoulders and rode him. His hands were free to roam, and roam they did, gripping my waist and my hips and my breasts before they were cradling my face to his again.
I threw my head back on a gasp when he bucked into me, realizing that when he worked his hips in time with mine, a depth I never knew existed was reached. Each new thrust pressed a spot deep inside me that sparked my orgasm, like two rocks slicked together over a bundle of straw, just waiting to catch fire.