Magnolia Summer

by Jaci Burton

  “No.” She could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort of taking in enough oxygen to fuel her growing desire.

  “Then this must be what you’re really afraid of.” He turned her towards him, slid his arms around her back and pulled her close. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments before Sam covered her mouth with his.

  Chapter Ten

  Thunder rumbled powerfully outside as Sam’s demanding mouth claimed hers. Her response was as fierce as the storm, urging him to explore, to plunder, eagerly parting her lips in invitation.

  Whether it was the wine or simply the intoxicating kisses Sam rained over her lips and throat she didn’t know. All she knew was she felt dizzy, spiraling out of control in a maelstrom of desire and emotion.

  He pulled his mouth away, leaning his forehead against hers, his breathing erratic. But still he continued to touch her, caressing her bare shoulders and arms in slow, maddening movements.

  “Before we go any further I need to tell you something.”

  Jordan lifted her head, shocked at the blazing desire she saw reflected in Sam’s eyes. “What is it?” She tried to calm her shaking limbs and nervous heart.

  He paused, and she went insane. What did he need to tell her? What was so important that he had to stop in the middle of their passion?

  He’d changed his mind. That had to be it. Instead of her being the one to pull back, it was going to be Sam. He didn’t want her after all.

  “I had a secret crush on you in high school.”

  That wasn’t what she had expected to hear. And yet it was the most romantic thing he could have said to her. She felt like a teenager who’d just been asked to go steady for the first time.

  “You did?” She was unable to suppress her grin.

  He nodded, a wry smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Big time.”

  “I never knew.”

  “I didn’t want you to know.”

  “Why not?”

  “I didn’t think I was good enough for you.”

  She was certain the surprise she felt showed on her face. “Why did you think that?”

  “You were smart, talented and ambitious. I was a slacker, heading down the wrong road and didn’t want to take you with me. Besides,” he said with a teasing grin, “You’re not my type.”

  She laughed then. “Oh I’m not, am I?”

  “Well, maybe not then.”

  “What about now?”

  The smoldering flame in his eyes told her how he felt.

  “I think you already know the answer to that.” He dipped his head and pressed his mouth against hers. Jordan gave him entry as his tongue slid between her lips, teasing and tasting.

  Something was happening to her, something she had never allowed to happen before. The door to her heart, locked tight all these years, suddenly creaked open and allowed Sam a glimpse inside. The one man she’d dreamed about in all her girlhood fantasies was finally holding her in his arms—kissing, wanting, and needing her as much as she needed him. And she did need him. At this moment, more than she’d ever needed anyone.

  She tilted her head as Sam nibbled her neck, eliciting shivers of need throughout her body. Her nipples hardened in response as his tongue danced along the sensitive nerve endings of her throat.

  Suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her beneath him on the sofa, climbing on top of her and nestling his hard cock against her sex.

  She could go up in flames right this moment. Especially since he was rocking against her inflamed pussy.

  Framing her face between his hands, he looked at her, the unmasked desire in his eyes sending tremors coursing through her. He whispered, softly and huskily as his eyes held her transfixed. “Jordan, what do you want to have happen between us tonight?”

  He was giving her the choice. Letting her decide what would or wouldn’t happen between them. If she wanted to back out, change her mind, this was the time to do it. But did she really want to run again?

  It didn’t take long to decide. She was through running. Opening the door to her heart, she let Sam in completely. She slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him toward her until their lips were almost touching.

  “Make love to me, Sam,” she whispered.

  His reaction was swift and passionate as he seared her lips with his kiss. She gasped as he pressed his body intimately against hers, letting her know he was ready, willing, and oh-so able to grant her wish.

  “We have too many clothes on.” He stood and pulled her up with him.

  She had to agree. Although the breeze from the open window blew cool air into the room, her body was flushed with heat. And she was ready to feel Sam’s naked skin against hers.

  He swiftly untied the halter at her neck and back, then pulled away from her, his gaze dropping to her bare shoulders, then settling on her breasts as he pulled the two sides of the halter down.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Sam trailed his fingers over the swell of her breasts, lightly circling her nipples until Jordan gasped. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

  And she had been dying for him to touch her too. For as long as she could remember. Yearned for it, dreamed of it. And now it was happening.

  A sudden flash of lightning knocked out the electricity. The candles she’d lit earlier bathed Sam in their warm glow. Tracing his face with her fingertips, she shivered as he rubbed his beard-stubbled chin against her palm, then pulled her hand toward him, placing a light kiss on the inside of her wrist.

  Keeping eye contact with her, he traced the swell of her breasts, then laid his hands over them. The calluses on his palms scraped lightly against her nipples as he cupped the swollen globes, the dusky peaks hardening like pebbles. Sweet, delicious sensations pooled deep within her as Sam tortured her with slow, precise movements.

  But he wasn’t going to be the only one touching. She ran her hands along his shoulders and back, marveling at the muscled softness of his skin. He arched against her palms, groaning as her hands traveled lower, her fingers teasingly dipping inside the waistband of his jeans.

  “Shit!” he ground out, reaching for her wrist and yanking it away from his heated cock. “Not yet.”

  Why couldn’t she manage to breathe? “Sam, I want to—”

  “I want to see you first,” he whispered, his gravelly voice causing spasms of need within her core. “All of you.”

  She stepped back, allowing him to slide her shorts down over her hips, his hand blazing a sensuous trail over her thighs and buttocks as her clothing dropped to her feet. Jordan reeled in anticipation of what was to come.

  “Perfect.” His gaze traveled over her naked body, his husky voice and blatant approval tearing away any shred of modesty she may have had.

  “Now you.” She grasped the zipper of his jeans, reveling in his harsh intake of breath as her knuckles brushed his swollen shaft. Slowly she pulled the zipper down, watching his eyes darken and smolder like the storm-laden clouds outside as she boldly slid her hand inside, cupping his heated length.

  “God, Jordan,” Sam rasped through clenched teeth. “You make me crazy.”

  It was all she could do not to throw her head back and howl at the primitive pleasure of touching him so intimately. She pushed the jeans further down and reached for his cock.

  So beautiful. Thick, hard, pulsing with life and hot to the touch. She swirled her thumb over the silken fluid gathered at the tip, then drew her thumb to her mouth and tasted him. Sam watched her movements, his chest rising and falling sharply when she licked his essence off her thumb.

  Grasping her by the shoulders and moving her backward, he slid his jeans down and off until he stood gloriously naked before her.

  He was magnificent. Tall, tanned and muscular, he stood like a Greek statue before her, his arousal bold and compelling. Knowing his desire matched her own stripped any reservations she may have had as she walked confidently into his arms.

  It had never been like this for Sam. Not even with
Penny, and admittedly the sex with her had been pretty good, even if their marriage hadn’t been. But with Jordan it was different.

  Was it because he loved her? Maybe. But as he ran his hands over her lush, naked body, feeling her tremble in response, he was overwhelmed.

  She was perfection. Not just physically, but in every other way. So giving, so open with him, sharing this most precious of gifts in ways that went far beyond the physical. And doing it all with trepidation, as he knew she had reservations about getting involved with him.

  He’d have to banish those reservations, because he wanted her in his life.

  He dipped his head and licked her bottom lip. She opened for him and he devoured her. Her mouth was warm, wet and inviting, and tasted like the wine they’d consumed at dinner mingled with the sweetest flavor that was uniquely her own. The way she looked at him and responded to his touch with soft moans and sighs tore him apart inside. The fact that she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her made him want to give her more.

  And her blatant assessment of his masculinity tore at him until he wanted nothing more than to lay her down and plunge deep within her. But he held back, wanting to give her more time. Truthfully, wanting to take more time with her.

  He pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot, then threw the large pillows from the couch onto the floor. Adding several blankets to the makeshift bed, he laid her on them and dropped down on the floor next to her, pulling her against his chest.

  She sank into his embrace, relaxing and resting her head on his shoulder. Not surprisingly, they fit together perfectly. Her long legs, so smooth and soft, intertwined with his.

  For a moment neither of them spoke, and Sam listened to the distant sounds of thunder as the rain continued to come down heavily. The scent of summer filled the air—sweet, pungent flowers and the sharp, heady aroma of wet grass. Lightning arced across the sky, bathing the room in its white-hot glow. A storm of epic proportions was coming.

  “Sam?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “Yeah?”

  “Before we go any further there’s something I have to tell you.”

  He smiled lightly, hearing her use the same phrase he had earlier.

  “Sure baby, what is it?”

  “I haven’t done this in awhile.”

  He grinned in the darkness, pleased with her admission.

  “Ditto,” he replied as he kissed the top of her head. Jordan’s hair smelled like strawberries, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of her passion. She aroused him to new heights until he wanted to breathe her in and taste her everywhere, his desire to please her uppermost in his mind.

  From what she’d told him, he’d gotten the idea she’d never really experienced intimacy the way she was supposed to, had purposely chosen men who didn’t turn her on.

  Maybe he was wrong, but he got the idea he turned her on. And he was about to do a helluva lot more than that.

  Her hands inched along his body, fingertips lightly trailing across his chest, over his stomach, and lower. As she touched him she watched his eyes, smiling every now and then as his breathing quickened. The look of complete joy on her face as she explored him was like a fist squeezing his heart.

  When she slid her palms lower, grazing her nails over his cock, then pulling back he couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “Quit teasing. Touch me, Jordan.”

  The green sparkle in her eyes intensified. She boldly took his shaft in her hands, playing with different speeds and strokes until he groaned out loud, fighting to keep from jettisoning his come onto her fingers. He let her know with his eyes and his moans of pleasure how much he enjoyed the feel of her hands on him, wordlessly encouraging her to continue until he almost reached the breaking point.

  Which was right now.

  With a quick turn he’d flipped her onto her back. He dipped his head and kissed her lips lightly, then with more fervor as their passion grew. Taking direction from her responses, he tried to give her exactly what she wanted. More when she whimpered, less when she seemed to have trouble catching her breath.

  He reveled in her taste, the texture of her lips sliding against his. She was like heaven on earth, his dream come true, and he wanted this moment to last forever.

  Jordan was mindless with desire as Sam continued to plunder her mouth while he slowly explored her body with excruciating thoroughness. His hands roamed intimately, followed by his lips as he teased and tasted her flesh, lightly bathing her nipples with his tongue until he pulled the taut buds into his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she murmured, clutching at his hair and pulling him closer.

  “More?” he mumbled against her breast.

  “Yes. More.”

  He suckled harder, her nipple on fire from his hot mouth, the sensation shooting between her legs and making her throb almost painfully.

  Sam gave her so much more than she had ever hoped for. Although she tried not to mix emotion into this, it was a momentous occasion. Where in her past she had given her body, with Sam she gave her heart. The thought both frightened and exhilarated her.

  After tantalizing her breasts until she panted with need, he moved up and took her mouth once again, plundering her lips until she was mindless and moaning.

  Desire coiled tight in her belly. How could kissing be so erotic? How could she have missed this before? No man had ever made her wet from kissing her, yet every swipe of his soft lips against hers, every time his tongue meshed with hers, her cunt wept its response.

  When his hand trailed over her abdomen and lower, she arched her hips and spread her legs, desperate now for what he could give her. He separated the slick folds of her sex and found her clit, stroking it lightly until she gasped, on the verge of tumbling over the edge.

  His fingers dipped inside the swollen folds, testing her, stroking slowly over and over until her cream poured over him, telling him without words she was ready.

  “Please, Sam,” she begged, wanting to feel him inside her, needing the intimacy of his flesh joined to hers more than she ever needed anything before.

  “Not yet. I want to watch you come.”

  Oh, God. She couldn’t wait that long. “Fuck me.”

  “As you wish.” But instead of sliding his cock inside her, he stayed where he was, swirling his thumb over her clit and plunging his fingers inside her.

  He was relentless, demanding what she didn’t want to give. She couldn’t. Yet with every stroke he brought her closer and closer. She couldn’t escape it if she tried.

  “Come on, baby. Let go for me. Come on my hand. Let me feel your cunt squeeze my fingers.”

  Unable to hold back, she released the tenuous hold on what little control she had left and cried out, arching her back and driving her pussy down over his fingers. Juices poured from her pussy and down her ass, her climax long, hard and eminently satisfying.

  He withdrew his fingers, kissed her again, then positioned himself between her legs. Poised above her, he nudged her legs apart with his knee and took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, deliberately, capturing her attention with each thrust.

  It didn’t take long for the throbbing to begin again. Her nipples beaded and she reached for them, plucking the buds until they stood erect and hard, waiting for his mouth to cover them.

  With a slow, seductive smile, Sam slid the tip of his arousal inside, his half-lidded eyes locked with hers as that first jolt of intimate connection made her gasp. Her cunt instinctively grasped him, pulling him in until he was fully sheathed.

  “Sam,” she said breathlessly as she placed her palm on his chest, caressing the soft black curls as he moved within her. His strokes were measured and gentle despite the fast and furious beating of his heart under her hand.

  “Yes, baby I know,” he replied as he continued his sensuous assault on Jordan’s body and heart, compelling both to give all they had. And she did, gladly, pouring forth everything she felt, all that she had never given before.

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p; He quickened his pace at the same time the contractions built to a crescendo inside her, their sweat-slickened bodies moving as one in exquisite harmony.

  This was too much to bear. Too intimate, too perfect. She hadn’t expected to feel like this…so wanton, so willing to give Sam every part of her. The old fears crept up and weaved their tentacles around her emotions.

  “Jordan,” Sam said, leaning back to look at her as if he sensed her fear. “Look at me.”

  She met his gaze and tears filled her eyes. Passion had turned his eyes a stormy blue. His muscles tensed as he rocked against her.

  “Lift your hips and fuck me. Give me all of you.”

  She didn’t want to, and yet she wanted to give him all he’d asked of her. Oh, why couldn’t she just enjoy this?

  “Baby, don’t think. Just feel.” He shifted, placing his chest against hers, reaching underneath to grab her buttocks. She raised her legs as the contact of his pelvis met her clit. He drove harder, deeper, thrusting until she felt it in her womb.

  Don’t think, just feel. He was right. This was the moment she’d waited a lifetime for, and she wouldn’t let it go.

  Clutching desperately at his head, she tugged his face closer, moaning her impending surrender as he led her to a place she had never been, her world colliding and changing as he loved her like she’d never been loved before.

  Like the wild and raging storm outside, she was powerless to stop the wind of passion as her climax overtook her. A wailing cry tore from her lips. She clutched fiercely at Sam and lifted her hips to meet his grinding strokes. Pulses of intense pleasure rocketed within her and she let her orgasm gain control. It roared through her like a hurricane wind. Lightning seared the night sky as Sam tumbled with her through the eye of the storm and beyond.

  * * * * *

  Jordan woke slowly, feeling great even though she’d gotten very little sleep the night before. She stretched, rolled over, and came face to face with her still-sleeping lover.

  Lover. The word alone made her giddy as a schoolgirl. She propped her head on her arm and lay still, watching Sam sleep.