One of his hands pressed against my belly, pulling me back against his chest while he kissed me. It was driving me wild with expectation. Yet another spell in his arsenal of sorcery.
My breathing froze and I was keenly aware of my heartbeat—everywhere—especially on that spot at the back of my neck where his lips were connecting with the sensitive skin.
“Well, well, lovely Snow White. Looks like the Big Bad Wolf is here to eat you all up,” he muttered against my flesh, his mouth simulating his words.
“Wrong fairytale,” I shakily replied.
“Well, I sure as hell am not Prince Charming, because I doubt he ever did to her what I am going to do to you,” he groaned.
His fingers slid through my hair then curled, and with a quick tug, my head jerked to the side, making more of my neck available to him. His hand tightened and his breath came fast. My scalp prickled with the pain that only served to turn me on even more. The only sound was the unzipping of my dress with one swift, determined tug.
“Yeah?” I asked. “And what are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing you aren’t going to thoroughly enjoy.”
That ache was growing, radiating from my center but increasing with each passing minute that he carefully wove his charm. With one quick flick of my wrist, I let the dress fall into an ice-blue puddle at my feet. I felt like the goddess rising from the waters in Botticelli’s famous painting, The Birth of Venus. And Jordan, with his lips of fire trailing across my skin, was a worshipper at my altar.
“I’ve been wanting to see you naked for months.”
I knew the feeling well. I faced him and his hand dropped from my hair. I stepped out of my dress and he bent to pick it up, then draped it over the back of a chair. I waited until he turned back to me to reach around and unhook my strapless bra. When it fell loose, I flung it so it landed on that same chair. Then, before I could lose my nerve, I slipped off my underwear and kicked it in the same direction. Now I was clothed only in the reflection of the fireplace flames and his hot gaze that slid over me.
Jordan, on the other hand, was still completely clothed. His partially unbuttoned white shirt, his suit pants—complete with taut bulge at the front. Even his shoes. As if reading my mind, he slid them off. Then he finished unbuttoning his shirt and dropped it on top of my discarded clothing on the chair. His biceps bulged with the action and the planes of his chest gleamed in the amber glow. I imagined feeling that hard, bare chest against mine. Skin rubbing on skin. My nipples hardened to points, and though his hand had dropped to his belt, he came over to me instead, pulling me firmly against him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. My hands went up to his chest, feeling every hard muscle, tracing every crease. My head dipped to do what I’d been craving ever since I’d seen him in the doorway of his beach house wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks. I licked him, my mouth tracing the line of his collarbone, and he hissed out a breath. I felt him surge against my stomach and my hand dropped to his belt.
“I don’t want you to regret this…” he whispered.
I almost laughed at him. As if. The only thing I’d regret tonight was not having an orgasm. And I was pretty sure he wouldn’t let that happen.
“Fuck no,” I said. Right now I was so tightly wound that I was about ready to snap if he didn’t go through with this.
“But April…this can only be a one-time thing…we can’t continue this beyond tonight.”
I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but I understood why it had to be. Jordan was giving himself an out, letting me know this was just about sex.
“I understand.” I unbuckled his belt and ran my hand down his fly, caressing him through the sleek material of his suit pants. His cock leapt under my touch and I grasped him. “I want you inside me again, Jordan.”
In an instant, he had us against the wall, his pants and his boxers pushed down. He was naked but standing too close for me to properly admire him. He had the necessary foil packet in his hand, courtesy of the hotel. I’d have to write a thank-you note to housekeeping for being so considerate.
With hardly any effort at all, he lifted me and pressed me against the cold wall so that our faces were level with each other. My legs locked around his waist and his tongue invaded my mouth with such ferocity that I could hardly breathe. I writhed against him and he came up for air, gasping before dipping his head and sucking my nipple into his mouth. Fucking hell, it felt so good. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my eyes rolling back into my head.