Trouble(78)
Turns out I was right to buy them and keep them in here. I used to keep condoms in my car or wallet. But Mia isn’t one of those girls I used to go with, and I knew when I did have sex with her, it would be here, happening exactly as it is.
I rip the box open, tear the foil on one, and roll the condom on. Positioning myself between her legs, I press the head of my cock at her entrance. I stop to kiss her—not rough and passionate, but sweet and tender. I want her to know what she means to me. How I feel about her. How much I want this with her.
Her hands grip my ass, urging me forward.
Taking her lead, I slowly slide inside her. “Mia…” I moan her name like a prayer.
Her hips shift under me. “Jordan,” she breathes.
Kissing her again, I pull out and slide back in. “You feel so fuckin’ good. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“Oh God,” she moans, digging her nails in my back, scratching over my skin.
The feel of her nails…
Being inside her…
I lose it. I start fucking her like I’ve never fucked anyone before.
“Don’t stop, Jordan. Don’t ever stop.” Mia’s legs lift, wrapping around my waist as I continue to drive into her.
It’s too much. She’s too much. All these feelings and emotions and sensations…
All for her…
Because of her…
And I have no clue what to do with them.
I take her hands above her head, holding them to the bed. I lace my fingers with hers, thrusting my cock in and out, watching her face, seeing her pleasure, soaking up every moan and whisper of my name that she makes.
It’s not long before I feel her tightening around my cock, and I know she’s almost there.
“That’s it, babe,” I pant over her mouth. “Come for me.”
The instant I feel her coming around me, I explode inside her, coming hard like I’ve never come before.
Catching our breaths, I stay inside her, reluctant to leave her just yet.
I press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Wow,” she murmurs.
“I’d say that just about covers it.”
She giggles. It’s the sweetest sound.
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. “I’m crazy about you, Mia.” I need her to know how I feel. How much she means to me. I need her to know everything that I’m not sure how to say yet.
Her fingers touch my face. The barest of touches, but I feel it like she’s drumming on my soul.
“I feel the same,” she whispers.
My heart exhales, only now realizing how badly I needed to hear those words from her.
“Give me a second to clean up.” Easing out of her, I go to the bathroom, disposing of the condom and quickly washing up.
When I’m done, I pull the covers out from under her, and climb on the bed, covering us both. Pulling her to me, I curl my body around her, tucking her into me, and holding her tight.
I’m cuddling. After sex.
And I don’t want to run. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with Mia in my arms.
A sense of peace like I’ve never know washes over me.
I’m drowning in her. And I want every last drop of Mia in my lungs until all I’m breathing is her.
She strokes my arm with her fingers. “I’m happy,” she whispers.
I smile against her soft skin. “Me too, babe.”
She turns over to face me, a grin on her gorgeous mouth.
“What?” I ask.
She runs her finger down my chest. “Can we, um … do it again?”
“Now?” I lift an eyebrow.
“Mmm.”
“He might need a minute to get some life back in him,” I say gesturing to my cock.
She reaches her hand down, wrapping her small fingers around me, and my cock springs to life at her touch.
“Okay, maybe a minute was over exaggerating it,” I say, grinning as I push her onto her back. Climbing on top of her, loving the laughter spilling from her lips, which I take into me as I seal my mouth over hers.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia
I can feel warmth on my back. Fingers trailing lightly over my skin. I can’t remember every feeling such contentment when waking.
Then I remember where I am, and who is touching my back.
Jordan.
I’m in his bed.
Last night comes flooding back to me. A vivid beautiful memory of the sex Jordan and I had.
Then horror hits when I realize I’m naked.
Completely bare. Laid on my stomach.
My body is uncovered.
And Jordan’s awake.
He’s seen my scars. Probably looking at them right now.
I feel sick.
I meant to wake up before him and put my clothes on. I wasn’t ready for him to see them. Not ready for him to question me about them.
This all my stupid fault.
After seeing Anna Monroe number two yesterday … and how nice she was to me, and the disappointment I felt that she wasn’t my mother … coupled with the fact that the last Anna left on the list might actually be my mother…