“Yes!” She touched him everywhere she could. Finally, her fingers closed around his dripping cock, guiding it to her. When he attempted to enter her slowly, Kiley’s back arched. “All the way, Jordan. I want to feel your whole cock deep inside me.”
With one thrust he plunged into her. “Wrap your legs around me,” he urged, knowing it would force him even deeper. With a groan, he savagely claimed her mouth, his hips moving to mimic hers. “Slow down, sweet.” He tried to regain some control but Kiley wasn’t making it easy. “We were going to make this last, remember?”
“Next time.” Kiley rubbed her nipples against his chest. “More,” she pleaded. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice full of need.
Being inside Kiley’s body was even more incredible than he’d dreamed. “Next time,” he growled in agreement, pumping his hips harder with each long stroke. Jordan could feel her muscles vibrating as they contracted around him. With a scream, Kiley shattered as she climaxed. Jordan plunged in as deeply as he could, only seconds behind her. His cock pulsed, filling her with his hot cream. He felt Kiley’s legs tighten as if to hold him there in order to feel every bit of his climax.
Jordan was on top of her, supporting his weight so she could breathe. Finally, he lifted his head and smiled before kissing her lightly. “You’re beautiful when you’re relaxed.” Another kiss. “You’re beautiful when you’re excited.” Another kiss. “You’re beautiful when you’re coming.” Another kiss. “And you’re beautiful afterward.” This kiss demanded her involvement.
“And you,” she continued his pattern of making a statement then punctuating it with a kiss, “Are so damn sexy.” She looked deeply into his eyes after her gentle kiss. “I never knew, I mean, I’ve never… It wasn’t like that before, Jordan. You’re incredible.”
“So are you.” He switched to kissing her neck. “No one else has ever made me feel that much either, Kiley. I think the difference is what love adds.” He nibbled along her collarbone until he shifted to reach her nipple.
Kiley was so sensitive that the touch of his lips went straight through her. She arched toward him, holding his head to her breast with her arm. Almost lazily, Kiley felt Jordan’s mouth move over her. When he sucked harder, her hips began to move, almost as if on their own. She felt his cock stir, still buried within her. “Jordan?” she questioned as she squeezed with her inner muscles. “I don’t believe it!”
He grinned, getting steadily harder. “It’s you, Kiley.” Without warning, he rolled them until she was astride him. “You inspire me.” Jordan watched as she writhed on top of him. “Ride me, love. Show me what you like.”
“Oh God!” Kiley couldn’t have stopped unless he lifted her off him.
“That’s it.” He seemed to realize that she was trying to move in a way to gain more contact.
“How’s this?” Jordan positioned his hand so her clit rubbed it with every stroke.
He was amazing. The way he sensed what she wanted. The way he was letting her use him, not seeming at all concerned with finding his own pleasure. “Jordan!” She clasped his other hand to her breasts. Though he needed no encouragement, Kiley held it while he fondled her. When he looked at her other hand and nodded, she immediately clutched his where their bodies joined. She could no longer determine which of them was actually touching her.
Jordan was clearly fighting to hold back. He seemed to know that she was getting close and wanted her to find her pleasure first. “Don’t stop,” he instructed, sliding his hands to her hips.
Kiley was confused but didn’t drop her hands. She finally realized that he was now guiding her. He changed her angle ever so slightly and thrust up to meet her, hitting exactly the right spot. A few strokes were all it took for Kiley to come again. She watched Jordan’s face as his restraint vanished and soon had him following her over the crest.
Before settling her against his chest, Jordan sucked the finger she had been using to stimulate her clit. “So sweet,” he declared.
He thought she was dozing until Kiley propped her hands under her chin in order to look directly at him. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” Jordan tucked her hair behind her ears, thinking it had been as sexy fanned across his pillow as he had imagined.
“Earlier, in the living room, when I, well… I never actually did that before, swallowed that is and I was, um, well, wondering if it was okay?” She sounded uncertain.
“Couldn’t you tell?” His hands traced her spine. “What you did was spectacular. You were amazing, don’t you know that?”
She giggled. “I’m glad you liked it. I wanted you to but I was afraid I wasn’t really doing it right and that it wasn’t good enough for you to let me do it again sometime.”
“Kiley, it was more than right.” He leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose. “In fact, I have so much faith in your natural abilities that I volunteer to let you try anything else you want to. I’m at your disposal, any time, anywhere, any way you want me and I encourage you to use me often.”
“Oh Jordan,” she sighed. After a minute, she asked, “Shouldn’t I move? If I don’t, we’ll probably be a mess.”
“So? I don’t mind if you don’t. Besides we’re washable. I may not be hard anymore but I’m still enjoying the feeling of being inside you.”
“I thought men didn’t like to cuddle after sex.”
“I’m not men. I’m me and I’m very content to stay just where I am. Unless you prefer us to move apart, that is.”
“I like you where you are.” She blushed.
“In that case, I’ll plan on spending lots of time here.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” She snuggled her cheek back to his chest. “Mm, just right.”
“What?”
“The amount of hair on your chest.” She shifted slightly to touch him. “There’s enough so I can feel it when I’m against you but not too much that you’re furry,” she groaned when realized how her comment sounded. “Just ignore me. I don’t mean to be so stupid…”
“Kiley, I asked you not to put yourself down like that. Why do you?”
“Because it’s true,” she answered seriously. “I didn’t go to college and I don’t know much. I must seem very ignorant to someone like you.”
“Hold on, someone like me? There’s really not that big a difference between us and I’m beginning to dislike the way you’re making more of it than there is. Yes Kiley, I had a very fortunate life when I was younger. I had two parents who worked hard to make sure my brother and I could go to college if we chose to. Your circumstances weren’t the same. You didn’t get to make that choice because you were forced to become an instant adult whether you were ready to or not. But I believe the person you are was decided long before that time came just like I was formed before I went off to school.”
“But Jordan, you’re so successful. You can go anywhere and fit in.”
“And you can’t? The only person I’ve ever seen you uncomfortable with and unable to talk to was me. I understand why, now that I know what was going through your mind. I’ve paid close attention to you for months and whether you know it or not you have a real talent for reading people. You sense who needs what sort of attention and how much. That’s pure instinct and can’t be learned.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why, because my success can be measured financially?” She nodded. “So can yours in a more subtle way. Think about it. The first person people find at Mr. Paul’s is you. You’re pleasant and friendly, welcoming them and making them comfortable. You can gauge who needs privacy and who’ll be more festive. Do you even realize that you put diners with the waitress who suit them best?”
She mulled over the idea. “Maybe. But you seem to know so much. And you’re still taking classes.”
“Consider yourself honestly, Kiley. You know plenty too. I understand finances. Brett specialized in ideas. You handle people. Everyone is good at something. And learning never stops. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a class or part of your everyday life.”
“I didn’t miss out, not going to college. Honestly, I doubt that I would have gone anyway. I wasn’t ever really interested.”
“What did you want to do?” Jordan tilted her chin when she tried to hide against his chest. “Kiley?”
“It’s dumb. You’ll laugh. I’d rather not.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable. I won’t push you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” He kissed her forehead. “You need some time to get to know me better. Once you realize that you can tell me anything and trust that I’ll never make fun of you or twist anything you say to hurt you, you’ll tell me. I can wait.” He smiled. “Let’s change the subject. Where should we go for dinner tonight? Bruno’s? Someplace decadent? Somewhere casual?”
“Can’t we stay here? I like to cook and rarely bother just for me.” She looked unsure.
“Sounds perfect. Two things though. One, you have to let me help and two, we have to go shopping. There’s not much here.”
“Then I guess we better get dressed. I think I’ll take a shower if you don’t mind.” Kiley began to sit up, intending to crawl off of him but found herself pinned back to his chest.
“You’re going to desert me, just like that? No hug? No kiss?” He pretended to be stunned.
“Actually,” she blushed, “I was going to suggest that you join me.” Jordan managed to stand them both on their feet so quickly that Kiley giggled.
He grinned in response. “You go turn the water on and I’ll get our clothes from downstairs.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t touch me in the shower today!” Kiley exclaimed as Jordan held her coat.
“It’s for your own good, sweet. Trust me,” Jordan tried to explain. “I thought you might be a little oversensitive after this morning and I don’t want you to get sore. There’s no rush, Kiley. As I already said, I’d like you to stay forever.” He attempted a frown. “Please don’t be mad. I love you.”
“Jordan,” she wrapped him in a hug, “you’re impossible. I’m not mad and I do understand.” Kiley was already feeling stiff in places she didn’t know she had. “You are so adorable when you pout.” She kissed him.
“And you’re adorable all the time. We better go before I forget my good intentions and drag you back to the shower.”
Kiley giggled.
“It’s not too cold. Everything we need is fairly close by. Want to walk?”
“Could we? That sounds like fun.”
The pair set off down the street, holding hands, talking and laughing as they wandered in and out of shops, gathering ingredients for dinner along the way. After listening to people in each store greeting Jordan, Kiley finally asked, “Do you know everyone?”
“No. Why?”
“It sure seems like you do, the way you talked with people in all the places we’ve been.”
“I live here. They’re my neighbors. Don’t you know yours?”
“Honestly, no. It’s a city, Jordan. You’re not supposed to talk to strangers. It’s not safe.”
“But Kiley, if you talk to people, they’re no longer strangers and that makes everyone safer.”
“I talked to Malcolm and look what happened.”
“You do have a point there but you also talked to me.” Jordan stopped walking and pulled Kiley to him. Seeing that the mention of Winslow had upset her, he gave her a gentle kiss. He meant for it to be brief but then Kiley grabbed the edges of his jacket.
“Jordan McKade, I don’t believe it!” a woman called from a nearby doorway. When they broke apart, Kiley was blushing and Jordan was grinning sheepishly. “All these years, we never see you walking with anyone and then suddenly you call, needing an emergency clothing delivery. Now today, you’re making out in the street, clearly unaware of where you are.”
“Hi, Gina. Thanks again for coming by last night. I’d like you to meet Kiley.”
“Would you two get in here?” She waved them inside. “Artie! Artie, come see. Jordan’s brought his honey.” She spun around. “My, aren’t you a pretty thing? Artie!”
“Shush, Gina. I was just in the back, not on the moon.”
Jordan winked at Kiley as the couple continued to bicker back and forth. Though they were now in the same room, the noise level hadn’t dropped significantly.
“Hey, Artie. This is Kiley,” Jordan said when they both took a breath at the same time.
“Pleased ta meetcha.” Artie extended both hands to her. “Everything fitcha?”
“Yes, everything’s perfect. Thanks so much for going to the trouble…”
“Trouble, what trouble? With all this boy’s done for us. I wish our Maggie was here to say howdy do. She’s on her way to being a fancy surgery nurse, thanks to Jordan. Only a year to go. Come, I’ve got pictures.” Gina gave Kiley no choice but to follow.
“Quiet a looker there, Jordan. Bet she’s nice too. Kinda quiet though. Course ya always hear how it’s the quiet ones ya gotta watch out for, if ya know what I mean.” Artie winked. “You shoulda told me ’bout that red hair.” He was hunting through a nearby rack, obviously looking for something specific. When he found what he wanted, he took it to the counter, snipped off the tag and folded it into a small bag. “A little something for later.” Before Jordan could thank him, he shouted, “Gina! Let her out here. They got things ta do.”
The two were hustled through the door with many well wishes. Both Gina and Artie had extracted a promise from Kiley to return soon. They rounded the corner in silence. Halfway down the block, Kiley took a deep breath which caused Jordan to chuckle.