Oh my God.
I am stuck in the washer! That’s what happens when you’re five foot one with shoes on and Jordan has one of those new washers with the deep insides. I try to wiggle my way out, and I sink farther in.
Kill me now! What kind of person gets stuck in a washer?
“Alisha, where are you?” Jordan yells.
“In the laundry room. I’m stuck!” I yell back, my voice muffled.
I hear him walk into the room and then realize I am in a shirt and underwear. My shirt has ridden down to my belly. How much more embarrassing could this get?
He laughs, and I can’t help but laugh along with him.
“Angel, how did you manage to do this?”
“I was trying to get that last sock.” I shift my hand and sink farther inside, my head dangerously low, almost touching the bottom.
I feel his hands on my hips, and then I’m lifted out. He sets me on my feet, and I get a blood rush from hanging upside down. I sway to the side, and Jordan pulls me into him, my belly to his front.
“Good morning.” He touches my jaw,
I smile up at him. His thumb touches my dimple. I want to kiss him. On my tiptoes, I move my mouth toward his. Jordan meets me halfway and presses his mouth to mine.
I sigh and sink into the kiss. It feels so good to kiss him; it’s indescribable. Jordan slants his head, and without hesitation, I dive into the kiss. It’s hot, wet and so freaking good to feel his mouth move over mine.
He lets my face go and runs his hands down my shoulders, past my elbows, and to my hands, which are resting on top of his shoulders. I feel his hands drift down to my ribs and down to my waist.
I am lifted off the floor and onto the counter, but I don’t dare to take my mouth away from his. I am set on top of something so I’m level with him. Not able to resist, I sink my hands into his hair. I hook my leg on his hip and pull him hard into me.
Jordan chuckles against my lips and runs his hand up my back. I run my nails down his bare back and then pull his top half hard against me.
I feel hot all over. I have never experienced anything like it; I can’t get enough. I want so much more. Those hands running down my back? I want them on other parts of my body.
His hands move down to my butt. I am lifted off the counter I was sitting on. Then I feel his hands on my butt cheeks and he squeezes them. I jump at the feel and moan without hesitation.
He finally pulls his mouth from mine and looks at me. “Angel, you turn fucking wild once I put my mouth on yours.”
I blush and shrug. He’s right though. It’s like a light switch gets turned on and I just want more. I want more of everything. His touch, his mouth. It’s not enough, and I’m aching.
Down there.
Until he kissed me last night, I had never felt like that before. Now, I ache for more.
“You hungry?” I ask him, needing the subject to change so I can wrap my head around everything.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, his eyes dark.
I shiver at the look on his face. Why do I feel like we are talking about two different things?
The gate at the entrance of the club opens. It’s guarded by three prospects, and nothing can get inside here unless we want them to. Alisha is at my back with a bulletproof vest on and a helmet that has bulletproof shit on it.
There’s no fucking way I would let her be exposed without protection. Alisha turns on with the flip of a switch when I put my lips on hers, and I know she wants so much more. When I picked her up earlier while she was kissing me like it was her last day on Earth, I felt how soaked she was for me.
It took every single ounce of control I had not to set her on the counter and make her come over and over—with my mouth, with my hands, with my cock. She’s so fucking innocent that it’s killing me. I want to do so much with her, and I know she’s a virgin, but I am not a fucking gentleman in that sense.
If I were a gentleman, I wouldn’t be thinking of fucking her into the wall until she screams my name over and over. About eating her pussy until she is limp and can’t move. She tightens her grip on my waist and one hand accidentally touches my dick.
Fuck me.
I park my bike and climb off. I lift my hand for her to take so she can climb off, and she smiles up at me slyly. I am rubbing off on her. A smile tugs on my lips.
“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman.”
My smile falls. I am not a fucking gentleman.
I help her down, and she stands in front of me. I set my hand on the small of her back and open the door for her. She steps inside, and I look down at her ass in those tight jeans. And God help me. I can’t help myself.
I smack her across the ass.
She screams in shock. She whips her head around and looks at me like she can’t believe I just did that. I shrug and wink at her.