Ready to Run (I Do, I Don't 1)

His hand found the soft fabric covering her waist. The past few days, she’d started bringing a bag with her when she came over in the evening, which meant nightgowns instead of nakedness.

He liked naked Jordan better, but he couldn’t complain about the way the silky fabric clung to her lithe curves. Luke kissed her shoulder as his hand slid down over her hip to her knee, back up again, taking the nightgown with him until his fingertips hit the lace edge of her underwear.

She stirred awake, and he moved closer, lips finding the warm column of her neck as his fingers teased back and forth along her hip.

“Morning,” she murmured, arching her back slightly so her butt pressed against his hardening cock in invitation.

He loved this about her—the way her desire matched his own, the most responsive woman he’d ever touched.

His hand drifted up over her side, kneaded her breast in slow, easy caresses until she gave a frustrated groan and reached up to shove the nightgown strap off her shoulder.

He accepted the invitation, palm touching bare skin, fingers finding her nipple and pinching it lightly, feeling it harden at his touch.

Jordan moved against him until he realized she’d wiggled out of her underwear, as eager as he.

She tilted her hips back once more, her wet readiness brushing against him, and though his body ached to thrust home, to take her from behind, he wanted to savor her even more.

Luke eased Jordan to her back, his tongue sliding over her nipple. Her hands lifted to his head, but he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrists, pinning her hands to the bed while his mouth teased one nipple, then the other, until she was writhing beneath him.

Her body was his, and they both knew it.

His hands still on hers, holding her helpless, he slid down her body. Her arching movement had caused the silky slip to ride up around her waist, and Luke skimmed right over it until his tongue was poised over her wet heat.

He paused, waiting until he heard his name on her lips in a soft plea. The second he did, he touched her with his tongue, a lingering kiss that had her hips bucking off the bed.

Luke buried his face between her thighs, his shoulders spreading her wide so he could discover every spot that made her moan, the taste of her imprinting on his memory.

Jordan’s hands tugged beneath his, but he held her still, taking control of her body until she shattered against his mouth, her cries echoing off the walls.

Luke pressed a last kiss against her inner thigh before moving up her body, grabbing for a condom on the nightstand, rolling it on even before she caught her breath.

He hooked his arms beneath her legs, nudging her knees upward before burying himself all the way inside her.

Every part of Jordan’s body welcomed his completely as she surrounded him with her legs, arms, and her tight warmth.

He paused, just for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his face against her neck, let himself be present, knowing his moments like this with her were limited.

Jordan must have sensed it too, because her arms wrapped around him even tighter than usual, her fingers grasping at him in ways that went beyond physical need.

He’d meant to take her fast and hard, and though his body ached for release, he needed something else even more—to make it last.

Luke pulled back slowly, but instead of thrusting hard, pushed back in just as slowly, so they both groaned.

He held out as long as he could at the torturous pace, until her nails were digging into his back, until his arms shook with the effort of his restraint.

Jordan’s hands moved from his shoulders to cup his face, the tender gesture so intimate that his chest tightened.

She tugged his face down to hers, kissing him with unabashed passion, and his restraint shattered.

He took them over the edge, capturing her moans with a kiss, even as she did the same for him, as though the real pleasure came from experiencing the other person’s.

When the bliss subsided, Luke ordered his body to roll off hers, but his body disobeyed, reluctant to move any sooner than he had to.

Finally, Jordan wiggled beneath him with a little laugh, pushing on his shoulders. “All right there, big firefighter. Can’t breathe.”

He let her push him off, and she rolled onto her side, one hand propped beneath her head, blond hair a sexy mess as she grinned down at him.

Luke tried to grin back and failed. Not because he wasn’t happy, but…well, because he was too aware that the days of feeling happy like this were numbered.