She reached over and pulled out protection from the partially open drawer, tearing the packet open, and settled back over his lower body.
Wearing nothing but a sexy smile, she wrapped her slender fingers around his erection and worked the condom over his hard length. She took her time, and he gritted his teeth against the teasing she subjected him to. Then, rising up on her knees, she gripped his cock in her hand and positioned him at her entrance.
“You’re torturing me,” he said, his jaw clenched tight.
She shook her head, her long dark hair flowing around her shoulders. “I’m enjoying touching you,” she said, her grip tightening at the base of his shaft. Slowly, she worked herself over him, her slick body tightening as she took him deeper inside her.
Letting her be in control was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to take over and pump his hips up and down until he exploded, bringing her with him. But she seemed to need this. Seemed to want the power, and after the emotional break she hadn’t been able to control earlier, the one he’d pushed her to experience, he needed to give her this now. Even if it killed him to wait.
Finally she let go, her legs collapsing, her sweet pussy engulfing him in heat.
“F-u-u-ck,” he said, pulling in a deep breath.
“That’s what I’m trying to do.” She laughed, squeezing his dick tighter as she did.
And he lost his ability to wait. “Ride me or I’m going to flip you over and fuck you hard.” It was a promise, not a threat.
“Do it.” Her eyes dilated and her words shocked him, but he didn’t doubt her sincerity or the way her body pulsed around him.
Without breaking their physical connection, he managed to switch their positions and take her hard and fast. But hard and fast didn’t negate how much he felt, how what they shared was unique and nothing like he’d experienced with any other woman. Because Jordan was special.
And when she wrapped her legs around his waist and gave herself over, his name on her lips, her orgasm triggered his own. He came hard and fast, aware only of the woman beneath him and how perfect she made him feel.
* * *
Jordan could have gone home, but she opted to make breakfast for her and Linc instead. While he showered, which she’d already done, she headed to the kitchen.
Going through his cupboards, she found everything she needed to make French toast. Not because he went food shopping or cooked for himself but because someone did it for him. Mrs. Farley made certain his fridge and cabinets were stocked. She cooked dinner for him if he was going to be home and left it for him to heat.
Which meant, Jordan thought as she flipped the bread in the frying pan, she was spoiling him more. But she didn’t mind. As usual, he’d been there for her and pressed her to deal with something she’d have otherwise buried deep. She couldn’t help but be grateful for last night and this morning even if she was setting herself up for heartbreak each time she gave in and found herself in his bed.
In her heart, she knew Linc would never intentionally hurt her. She’d also discovered she couldn’t resist him. All she could do was to move forward and do her best not to let this happen again. But she wasn’t going to beat herself up for being with him, either.
Her body hurt in the best ways. Muscles were sore, reminding her of how good they’d been together. How in sync. How well he read her need.
Her cell phone rang from its place on the granite countertop, Mom showing up on the screen. She winced because she’d owed her mother a phone call for too long. They normally spoke more often, but Jordan had been so busy since coming home from Florida, she hadn’t had a chance to do more than exchange texts with her parent. She didn’t want to talk to her now, from Linc’s, but at this point, her mother would worry if Jordan didn’t take the call.
She picked up the phone and touched the accept button. “Hi, Mom.” She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder.
“Jordan Marie, where have you been? I called you a few times last night and again this morning.”
She cringed. She’d never wanted to worry her mother. “I’m fine, Mom. Sorry. It’s been a little crazy.” She added a slice of toast from the frying pan to the plate where the other finished pieces were before placing the final coated piece onto the pan.
“Is Linc working you that hard?” her mother asked.
“No, Mom. His new sister had a baby last night.”
“Oh, a baby! A boy or a girl?” her mom asked.
Jordan smiled. “A girl. Unnamed but I’m sure Aurora will pick one soon. And the baby is the sweetest thing.”