The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [307]
Like a wild woman, she writhed and squirmed and cried out. Jordan loved it all, just as he loved her. His fingers bit deeply into her cheeks and he used his thumbs to open her further, stroking with his tongue and teasing with his teeth and breathing in her heady, musky scent.
His erection throbbed and strained against his fly, but he wanted her pleasure first because he wasn’t at all certain how long he’d last once he got inside her. He’d meant to seduce her, but he forgot everything he knew about women and what they enjoyed. He acted solely on instinct, but it must have been enough. After several minutes of reacting to her moans and her small movements and her breathless encouragement, Jordan felt her climax start.
Her hips jerked, her thighs trembled and she groaned, long and low and real, pressing herself against his mouth to take everything he could give her. He held her closer, used his tongue to stroke her deeper, faster, and she came with all the energy she gave to her dance.
When she quieted, her harsh breathing the only sound in the room, Jordan rested his face against her thigh. Her completion, as if it had been his own, had helped to calm him. Idly, he traced his fingers over her slick flesh, her soft brown curls, making her twitch and moan.
He grinned. “This,” he whispered, softly stroking her swollen folds before slowly, carefully pushing one finger deep, “was worth the wait.”
She moved to his touch, lazy, sated movements. He loved seeing her spread out naked on his bed. When he pulled his fingers away, she heaved a long, shuddering sigh, and he decided he’d better not stall any longer or she was liable to fall asleep on him. And he knew firsthand how difficult it was to get her awake again.
Jordan stood beside the bed and stripped off his jeans. Georgia watched him through heavy, slumberous eyes—until he was naked. Then her cheekbones colored with renewed heat and her lips parted.
She took him completely off guard when she whispered, “I love you, Jordan.”
An invisible fist squeezed his heart. Every bit of calm he’d just achieved shot out the ceiling.
He barely had the sense or patience to find a condom and put it on, especially when the second he sat on the mattress she pushed him to his back. Jordan dropped flat, more than willing to give her control. Without hesitation she straddled his hips. For a brief moment she cradled his testicles, testing his long-lost control, her small soft hand making him crazed. Holding back became torture, and he told her so.
She clasped his penis in her hand and thankfully guided him into her body.
Jordan watched as she slowly slid down to envelop him, and he groaned deeply. With only that initial stroke he felt his body drawing tight in prerelease. “Georgia.”
She seated herself completely. He held her hips and pressed her down farther; he was so deep inside her, her inner muscles gripped him and she caught her breath on a gasp. When Jordan started to lift her away, unwilling to hurt her, she shook her head and braced her hands on his chest. Her gaze was cloudy with a mix of discomfort and incredible pleasure. “I want all of you.”
Jordan locked his jaw and concentrated on not coming. Georgia didn’t make it easy on him. At first, she held perfectly still and Jordan, teeth clenched and thighs tensed, did all he could to keep from rushing her.
Her thumbs found his nipples beneath his chest hair. “You are, without a doubt,” she murmured, “the most gorgeous, sexy man I’ve ever seen.”
His heels pressed into the mattress and his hands fisted in the sheets.
Her small palms, cool against his burning flesh, coasted over his shoulders, down his biceps then to his abdomen. “You’re all hard muscles and lean strength and I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in the audience.”
Jordan felt himself jerking, knew the end was near for him. “Move, damn it. Move.”
With a feminine laugh of sheer power, she did as he asked, lifting with torturous slowness,