A Lot like Love
Page 68
He definitely liked this idea.
Nick closed his eyes when Jordan bent down to kiss him. First his neck and throat, then she traced a path along his chest. Letting her take control had seemed like a fine idea thirty seconds ago, but now he wasn’t so sure he could take too much more of her mouth on his—
Christ, she was going lower. She shifted her position, and she burned her way along his stomach with her tauntingly soft lips. He exhaled unsteadily when her tongue licked the trail of hair that started below his navel, and his c**k throbbed in anticipation.
Go lower.
She wrapped her fingers around his engorged shaft and began to stroke. As she worked him with her hand, she kissed his hip, his inner thigh . . . and he opened his eyes to watch.
Go lower.
She gently licked the head of his erection.
She slid her tongue around the ridge, taking her time. She was tasting him, he realized, just like a wine. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. “Jordan . . . put me in your mouth.”
With a coy smile, she did just that.
He growled deep in his chest as she wrapped her lips around his cock. When she brought her tongue into the mix as well, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He gently palmed her head, to steady himself more than anything, and watched as she slid him deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him in a silky, fluid motion until he was pulsing with need.
He stopped her with his hand and pinned her with his eyes when she looked up. “Come here.”
He saw the answer in the devious sparkle of her blue eyes.
No.
While holding his gaze, she teased the head of his c**k with her tongue, then slid him all the way back into her warm, wet mouth.
He nearly came right there.
Unable to resist, he watched as she continued with the delicious torture for several moments, and something about their eye-to-eye connection—and the fact that it was her—made it absolutely the hottest moment of his life. His tone was low and guttural. “Jordan.”
Hearing the edge to his voice, she released him from her mouth and sat up, straddling him with his c**k settled right between her legs. He slid his hands up and cupped her br**sts, gliding his thumbs over her ni**les. “Are you ready?” he asked, thinking he might spontaneously combust if he didn’t get inside her right then.
“So ready,” she said in a throaty voice.
Nick grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it, placed it at the head of his cock, and took her hand, wanting her to do it. He cupped her ass as she rolled it over him. Then she leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest as he moved himself into position.
He kissed her as she lowered herself onto him, capturing her moan with his mouth as she stretched to accommodate him. When he was fully inside her, he clenched his jaw, straining against the overload of sensation. She felt so warm, so wet, and so f**king good, that his mouth just started talking. “Ride me, Jordan,” he groaned. “Oh God, baby . . . love me.”
She sat back and began sliding up and down on him. He held her hips, guiding her, moving her in a smooth, sensual rhythm, fighting the urge to go off at the sight of her naked above him in the bright light of day.
“Lean forward,” he rasped. “I want one of those beautiful br**sts in my mouth.”
With a sharp inhale, she did as he asked. He took one of her rosy ni**les into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. Still riding him slowly, she let out a stifled cry, and he knew she was getting close. “Spread your legs wider,” he whispered. When she shifted, he grabbed hold of her hips and held her steady. He took charge of their rhythm, thrusting up into her with smooth, deep strokes. She said his name again, urgently, and he knew she was at the edge. And he was right there with her.
She whimpered and closed her eyes, and that sound, plus the exquisite expression on her face, drove him right over. “Let me feel it, baby,” he groaned. He kissed her as they both exploded, first her as she cried out, then he followed when he felt her tighten around him, pulling him deeper inside. They moved together, gasping and riding through the aftershocks, until she finally slowed to a stop and collapsed on his chest.
They lay there for a long time, skin to skin, hearts pounding.
After several minutes, she broke the silence. “That’s the longest we’ve ever gone without talking.” She perked her head up. “I didn’t break anything, did I?”
With his finger, Nick brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “No.”
She looked concerned when he fell quiet again. “Are you okay?”
“Definitely. Just thinking that it’s never been . . .” He stopped awkwardly. Man, he sucked at this.
Her expression turned tender, a look that said she got it, as she leaned forward to cover his lips with her own.
“For me, either,” she whispered softly.
Twenty-seven
JORDAN PEERED THROUGH the car window at the heavy wrought-iron fence that loomed before them. The gates bore a marble crest with an elaborate monogrammed B, the logo for Barrasford Estate winery.
Nick sat next to her in the backseat. “Nobody’s answering. That’s a shame. Guess we’ll just have to head back to the resort.” He snapped his fingers. Damn.
“It looks like the driver is speaking to someone on the intercom now. Oh—and the gates are opening. See, I told you they were expecting us,” she said, nudging him.
“I’m excited. Really. How long do we have to stay?”
Nick closed his eyes when Jordan bent down to kiss him. First his neck and throat, then she traced a path along his chest. Letting her take control had seemed like a fine idea thirty seconds ago, but now he wasn’t so sure he could take too much more of her mouth on his—
Christ, she was going lower. She shifted her position, and she burned her way along his stomach with her tauntingly soft lips. He exhaled unsteadily when her tongue licked the trail of hair that started below his navel, and his c**k throbbed in anticipation.
Go lower.
She wrapped her fingers around his engorged shaft and began to stroke. As she worked him with her hand, she kissed his hip, his inner thigh . . . and he opened his eyes to watch.
Go lower.
She gently licked the head of his erection.
She slid her tongue around the ridge, taking her time. She was tasting him, he realized, just like a wine. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. “Jordan . . . put me in your mouth.”
With a coy smile, she did just that.
He growled deep in his chest as she wrapped her lips around his cock. When she brought her tongue into the mix as well, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He gently palmed her head, to steady himself more than anything, and watched as she slid him deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him in a silky, fluid motion until he was pulsing with need.
He stopped her with his hand and pinned her with his eyes when she looked up. “Come here.”
He saw the answer in the devious sparkle of her blue eyes.
No.
While holding his gaze, she teased the head of his c**k with her tongue, then slid him all the way back into her warm, wet mouth.
He nearly came right there.
Unable to resist, he watched as she continued with the delicious torture for several moments, and something about their eye-to-eye connection—and the fact that it was her—made it absolutely the hottest moment of his life. His tone was low and guttural. “Jordan.”
Hearing the edge to his voice, she released him from her mouth and sat up, straddling him with his c**k settled right between her legs. He slid his hands up and cupped her br**sts, gliding his thumbs over her ni**les. “Are you ready?” he asked, thinking he might spontaneously combust if he didn’t get inside her right then.
“So ready,” she said in a throaty voice.
Nick grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it, placed it at the head of his cock, and took her hand, wanting her to do it. He cupped her ass as she rolled it over him. Then she leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest as he moved himself into position.
He kissed her as she lowered herself onto him, capturing her moan with his mouth as she stretched to accommodate him. When he was fully inside her, he clenched his jaw, straining against the overload of sensation. She felt so warm, so wet, and so f**king good, that his mouth just started talking. “Ride me, Jordan,” he groaned. “Oh God, baby . . . love me.”
She sat back and began sliding up and down on him. He held her hips, guiding her, moving her in a smooth, sensual rhythm, fighting the urge to go off at the sight of her naked above him in the bright light of day.
“Lean forward,” he rasped. “I want one of those beautiful br**sts in my mouth.”
With a sharp inhale, she did as he asked. He took one of her rosy ni**les into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. Still riding him slowly, she let out a stifled cry, and he knew she was getting close. “Spread your legs wider,” he whispered. When she shifted, he grabbed hold of her hips and held her steady. He took charge of their rhythm, thrusting up into her with smooth, deep strokes. She said his name again, urgently, and he knew she was at the edge. And he was right there with her.
She whimpered and closed her eyes, and that sound, plus the exquisite expression on her face, drove him right over. “Let me feel it, baby,” he groaned. He kissed her as they both exploded, first her as she cried out, then he followed when he felt her tighten around him, pulling him deeper inside. They moved together, gasping and riding through the aftershocks, until she finally slowed to a stop and collapsed on his chest.
They lay there for a long time, skin to skin, hearts pounding.
After several minutes, she broke the silence. “That’s the longest we’ve ever gone without talking.” She perked her head up. “I didn’t break anything, did I?”
With his finger, Nick brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “No.”
She looked concerned when he fell quiet again. “Are you okay?”
“Definitely. Just thinking that it’s never been . . .” He stopped awkwardly. Man, he sucked at this.
Her expression turned tender, a look that said she got it, as she leaned forward to cover his lips with her own.
“For me, either,” she whispered softly.
Twenty-seven
JORDAN PEERED THROUGH the car window at the heavy wrought-iron fence that loomed before them. The gates bore a marble crest with an elaborate monogrammed B, the logo for Barrasford Estate winery.
Nick sat next to her in the backseat. “Nobody’s answering. That’s a shame. Guess we’ll just have to head back to the resort.” He snapped his fingers. Damn.
“It looks like the driver is speaking to someone on the intercom now. Oh—and the gates are opening. See, I told you they were expecting us,” she said, nudging him.
“I’m excited. Really. How long do we have to stay?”
