I swing my leg back over, turn around, and climb on top of him again, this time reverse cowgirl. I lift my T-shirt over my head, letting my hair fall down my naked back, and cast my gaze over my shoulder, flirting with him.
His cock swells underneath me, and I start rolling my hips, grinding.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he groans.
I run my fingers through my hair, feeling his hands run all over my body and reach up to cup my breasts.
“How many women have you slept with?” I ask him.
“How many men have you slept with?” he shoots back. “No, never mind, don’t answer that.”
I grin, answering him anyway. “Before you? Two.”
“More than two,” he retorts with his answer.
“Is there anything I’m not doing that you want to do?” I keep rolling on him, his eyes frozen on my ass as it moves.
“Why are you asking that?”
“I just wonder how I measure up to a man with a lot more experience,” I explain.
He meets my eyes. “First of all, it’s not a lot more experience. And second of all, there are lots of things we haven’t done yet, which I have every intention of doing with you once we can calm down and stop ripping off each other’s clothes the second I step into the damn house after work every day,” he growls jokingly.
I lay back on him, my head next to his and one of his hands reaching down between my thighs.
“Stop feeling so good, and I’ll control myself,” I say.
He kisses me and then holds my eyes, something serious in his. “Don’t think about the other women,” he tells me. “I don’t.”
My chest caves as I stare at him, and I’m filled with things I can’t say. I…
I open my mouth. I…
I kiss him, feeling the stubble around his mouth, his smell feeling like home. I can’t love you. I don’t love you, do I? It’s an impulse. That’s what he’ll say. He’ll say I’m a kid. He’ll say it’s not real.
I love you.
“Jordan, God,” he gasps, kissing me deeper. “What are you doing to me?”
The same thing you’re doing to me.
His phone starts ringing, and we try to hold onto the kiss and ignore it, but reluctantly, he finally sighs and pulls away.
Picking up the phone, he looks at the screen.
“Shit,” he hisses.
I kiss his cheek and nibble at his jaw.
“Baby, just a minute.” He sits up, and I scoot off him, letting him take the call.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed and answers the phone. I pull the sheet up, covering myself.
“Hey.” I hear him say.
I hear a loud male voice on the other end, and I think it’s Cole.
“Yeah,” Pike answers, straightening his back and running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, sorry, I’ve been swamped. Didn’t realize it was urgent.”