Page 49 of One More Night
“I don’t.” I know it’s downright dangerous. But isn’t anything that gives you a thrill? How is this any less madness than skydiving, driving too fast on the freeway, throwing caution to the wind and living life without regrets? “But I also wouldn’t expect any less from you.”
“Corinne …” His breath ghosts my face, his lips so painfully close to brushing mine.
“Make me the queen of your empire, Jordan. Put me on a pedestal beside you.”
“It’s the only place you belong.”
He claims me with such conviction, such passion, that he lifts my feet from the floor. I’m crushed against him, his arm around my waist cinched tight as she moves us to the nearby sofa and lays me down across the cushions.
The dress is yanked up my thighs, partially by him, mostly by me.
“I want you inside of me so badly,” I utter as he forces my breasts free of the dress. “One night was hell.”
“I know.” His mouth leaves a hot trail across my flesh as he kisses a line from my throat, between my breasts, and then skips the covered expanse of my body directly to the warm flesh between my thighs.
I cry out, my head pressed hard into the cushions as his rough hand palms my breast, his warm breath teasing my willing pussy through the thin barrier of my panties.
“Every day,” he growls, easing the satin aside. “I’m going to feast on this every goddamn day.”
And damn it, I’ll let him if he continues to do it just like that. Long, firm sweeps of his tongue. The gentle flick of the tip across my clit before he pushes the muscle inside on the next sweep, coaxing my juices free.
Not that they need any help.
This man… the way he turns me on. I’ve never been so easily aroused in my life. But then again, I’ve never had a man with such sexual intensity as Jordan between my legs before, either.
Everything about him leaves me buzzing for more: his mess of dark hair that has him looking on edge, his piercing brown eyes, and that deliciously sculpted body.
The way he loves me.
The passion and purpose of everything he does. Everything he does for me.
Perhaps it’s ego that makes me crave his touch, his adoration? I’m not entirely sure. But when his fingers push inside of me as they do now, when he grins at me from between my legs, the way he licks those lips before feasting on my arousal again?
I couldn’t care less about being the most selfish woman in the world. Not when I’d gladly give up everything else to keep this one, most precious gift.
Him.
“Enough,” I pant, fisting my hands in his hair. “I need you.”
“How badly?” His words feather my pussy, his breath a cool gust against my heat.
“Like oxygen to live.” I can’t breathe properly until I feel complete again.
He stalks over me, powerful arms holding his weight as he slowly makes his way up the length of my body. My arousal glistens on his lips, his smile wide and wicked as sin as he ducks his head for a kiss.
I taste myself on him: my desperation, my need, and my desire.
“I realized something last night, Corinne.” He pushes the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing, causing the muscles to twitch. “That three months?” I cry out with his fullness, with the savagery of his thrust. “It’s off. The deal is no longer on the table.”
What?He doesn’t want me to stay here? “You want me to leave after this?” I battle with the need to push him away, and the desire to pull him deeper.
I mean it wouldn’t be the first time he’s kicked me out right after sex.
“I don’t want you to ever leave,” he explains as my eyes close with the bliss that wracks my body.
He feels so damn good. So damn thick. So damn… everything.
“Make no mistake,” he utters as he leans down to place a kiss to my lips.