“So, you never have relationships.”
“Never.”
“You’ve never been with a man,” Wes said, arching his eyebrows skeptically. “I find that very difficult to believe.”
Jordan rolled her eyes at him, finally pulling her arm away. “Of course, I’ve been with a man. But this is different.”
“Why?” Wes asked, knowing that he was pushing her and doing it anyway.
Jordan pressed her lips together, not saying anything in response. But once again, unbidden, her thoughts drifted into his head.
I like you too much. I would get too involved.
Wes couldn’t help but smile, and Jordan turned away from him.
“Stop reading my thoughts,” she said, dragging a hand through her hair. “That’s another reason this could never work. I can’t just have you in my head, dragon or human.”
Perhaps it should have sent him running, knowing that she could shift into a dragon any time she wanted. Maybe it should have terrified and confused him, but after the initial shock, he found that all it made him want to do was pull her closer. He had gotten used to learning new things about Jordan that made her more amazing each time. He had known she was a beast in every way. Now she was also one literally.
Reaching out, Wes pulled her to him, snaking his arm around her waist as her back pressed up against his chest. Dipping his head down low, he brushed a kiss against her neck. “What if I told you that despite the fact that you just turned into a blue dragon, all I can think about is seeing you naked just before that? And how beautiful you were. And how much I wanted to touch you.”
Jordan didn’t pull away from him. “I would say that that’s a very male thing to say.”
“And what if I said that knowing how incredible you are, and what you’re capable of only makes me want to know more about you?” Wes asked, pressing his lips to her ear this time.
“I would say you want to have sex with me, and that’s clouding your thoughts.”
“Oh, I do want to have sex with you,” Wes said, sliding his hand up and down her arm, then letting his fingers drift over her shoulder to cup her neck, tilting her chin up with one finger, so that he could gain better access to the nape of her neck. His lips lingered there, brushing back and forth. “But it’s not just that, and you know it.”
God, I want to kiss him. None of this worked. I’m in deeper than ever. Touch me …touch me before I pull away.
Wes wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her to him, as he continued to kiss up and down her neck. Jordan sighed and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed in his arms. Spreading his fingers against her flat, firm abs, he pressed her closer against him, then slipped his hand beneath her shirt to caress the soft skin of her midriff.
The way she leaned into him was one of the best feelings he’d ever had. He turned her around, sliding his arms around her waist again and looking down at her as she tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes clouded with the same desire that he felt.
“It doesn’t matter,” Wes said. “It does, of course. You’re a dragon. Or you can be. I don’t know what that means. I didn’t know it existed. I didn’t know something that amazing was possible. But I should have known, maybe. It doesn’t matter that I know. If you burst into flames right here in my arms and floated up to the sky to shine down on the world as the literal sun, I don’t think it would even shock me at this point. I’m here for whatever secret you have to tell me next, Jordan. Just keep telling me.”
When she spoke, her voice was clogged with emotion that he had already come to realize was unusual for her. “I’m afraid.”
“Of me?” he asked. She was so powerful and majestic. She had proven time and time again to be stronger, and faster, and more resilient. How could she be afraid of him?
I think that this could end so badly, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to get hurt.
That answered his question, even though she’d said nothing. There was one way that he was stronger than her. Maybe it was the only way he was stronger, but it was a significant way. He knew how to be vulnerable with someone, and Jordan didn’t. She had always relied on her own strength and never learned how to tap into the weaker parts of herself. She had never let someone else in to see the softer parts of her that he knew were inside.
Wes tipped her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, showing her all of his vulnerability through the tender, almost loving way that he touched her. “I could never hurt you.”
She leaned into his kiss, and he was lost in her all over again. His shoulder was hurting, and it protested when he pulled her closer to him with both arms. But he didn’t care. Whatever pain he was experiencing, the pleasure overwhelmed it. His hand slipped beneath her shirt, his fingers sliding along the soft skin at the small of her back. She shivered beneath his touch, and he groaned softly into her lips. Sliding his hand up further, he explored more of her skin, and because she hadn’t put her bra back on, his knuckles soon brushed against the underside of her full breasts.
Desire hit him so hard that Wes had to pull away, afraid that he would move faster than she wanted him to.
But when he leaned back and cleared his throat, trying to find the words to tell her why he had stopped kissing her, she pulled him back.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
Those two words were the only ones he needed to hear. He pulled her back to him with his good arm and kissed her fiercely. Together, they walked backward until they could sit down against the log again, and when he pulled her into his lap this time, she straddled him, her hips pressed against his.
“Are you all right?” Jordan asked, running her hands carefully over his chest, her hand avoiding his injured shoulder.
He nodded. Nothing was going to stop him from being with her—not even a gunshot in his shoulder. But then as he tried to push away the pain, he felt a gentle warmth in the wound. She was offering her healing powers as she touched him, and combined with his desire, the feeling left him feeling like he was floating.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, lifting his hand to cup the back of her neck and pull her into another long, slow, sultry kiss. Her hands moved over his chest and up into his hair so that she was cupping his head as he was cupping hers and they were both consumed by the kiss they shared.
It wasn’t until he couldn’t stand not to have more of her that he pulled back from the kiss and tugged at the bottom of her shirt, looking into her eyes. “Take this off for me.”
Leaning back, Jordan pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to his eyes for the second time. He was mesmerized, staring down at her full breasts with their perfect peach, pebbled nipples. The early December air was cool, hardening the peaks. Lifting his hand, he traced the underside of each one, skimming over her skin with the soft touch of a fingertip and the slight bite of his fingernail. He cupped her right breast in his hand and squeezed gently, running his thumb over her nipple and eliciting a moan from her lips that moved through him from head to toe.
With his other hand, he nudged her hips so that she rose up on her knees, and then he bent his head down just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of her breast. The moment his lips touched her soft skin, he couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her again and again, cupping and lifting her breasts so that he could taste more of her.
Jordan’s head fell back, as she held his head to her, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her hips arched against his, and the sensation of her center rubbing against him nearly drove him wild. Lowering one hand, he gripped her hip and lifted up towards her, grinding her body against his.
He wasn’t nearly done with devouring her breasts when Jordan pushed him back and lifted her head, staring into his eyes with his hunger reflected in her gaze. She bent her head down and kissed down his neck and over the shoulder that was not wounded. Her hands traced over his chest, and she dipped her hand down low to press against the zipper of his jeans. Groaning, Wes lift
ed his hips up, pressing into her hand. She stroked him through his jeans as they kissed fiercely, and he gripped her hips hard, yanking her against him.
When she pulled away and off his lap, he protested with a low growl in his throat. “Come back,” he said, reaching for her.
Jordan smiled, unzipping her shorts. “Patience,” she said, teasing him as she slid the zipper down and wiggled her hips until the shorts slid down her slender, toned legs.
Naked now, she returned to his lap, straddling him once more. Wes looked deep into her eyes as his hand stroked down her flat stomach and brushed against her hot center. When her eyes closed with pleasure, he could barely restrain himself from plunging his fingers into her and bringing her to her peak, but he forced himself to move slowly, teasing her folds with his fingertips and circling her clit with slow, gentle movements.
Jordan’s breathing grew faster, and her hips were moving against him, her hand gripping his good shoulder. “Wes,” she moaned, opening her eyes just enough to let them plead with him.
She was begging for more, and he wouldn’t deny her. He pressed harder, his fingers centered over her clit, and she cried out with pleasure, her hand tightening on his good shoulder. Rubbing in circles that were slow at first, but gradually faster, he had her breathing hard and bucking against him within mere moments. She was so ready and so wet. He slid one finger down towards her entrance, and she moaned, still pleading with him.
Again, he gave her what she wanted, sliding his finger inside of her and feeling her center tighten around it. Jordan arched against him, her hips rising and falling, as he pulsed first one and then two fingers inside of her. Lifting her head with his other hand, he brought her mouth to his, kissing her hard and plunging his tongue between her lips as he thrust his fingers inside of her once more.
She shattered around him, trembling in his arms as she crested over her peak and tumbled into her orgasm. Her body shuddered, and she leaned her forehead against him, breathing hard as her hips continued to move, gradually slowing as she hit the long plateau of pleasure before coming back down to Earth.
When she sagged against him, her body glistening with sweat despite the cool air, he slid his arm around her and held her close. He couldn’t believe how much pleasure watching her had brought him, and he was all but straining against his jeans, desperate to be inside of her. But he didn’t want to stop holding her either, and he kissed her hair and her shoulders, and stroked her back, bringing her down slowly from her high.
And as he did, he knew that Jordan had been right to be wary of what was between them, because he had never felt anything like what he felt for her right now.
Chapter 26
Jordan
Once she had made the decision to keep kissing Wes, there had been no going back. And she didn’t regret it. As she lay in his arms, still breathing hard from the pleasure that he had brought her, she kissed his neck lightly and curled closer to him. She didn’t think about it. She just did it. If she had thought about it, the instinct to snuggle into him would have frightened her. But it felt too natural to be overthought.
His hands were stroking up and down her back, and his head was tucked against her neck, holding her close. Jordan had just had one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, and yet as he continued to stroke and tease, her desire began to build once more. Her hips began to move against his, and she faced him, kissing him with deep, slow, sensual kisses.
“Jordan,” Wes murmured, running his hands up and down her legs and over her ass, pulling her harder against him. “Jordan …”
The way he said her name was so sweet, and it stirred Jordan deep inside in more ways than one. Her body began to long for him all over again, and she could feel how hard he was, straining against his jeans. Looking up at him, she slid her hand between them, pressing against his jeans again before slowly sliding down his zipper. When she slipped her hand into his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hard length, Wes groaned and covered her hand with his, pressing her closer.
“Jordan,” he said again, his voice husky with need. “God …”
She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs just far enough, and then pulled his tight, black boxers to the side as well, stroking him as she stared down at his manhood. Biting her lip, she lifted her eyes to his and slowly raised her hips, so that she was positioned over him. As he watched her with parted lips and hands clenched tightly on her thighs, she slowly lowered herself over him so that her body encompassed his.
Their groans were simultaneous, and as she seated herself completely with his length filling her, she rested her forehead against his and caught her breath. When her eyes lifted to his, and he stared back at her, she tightened her inner muscles, eliciting another soft moan from him.
Jordan lifted herself and slid back down slowly, teasing him. He thrust up into her, watching her face, and she stared back at him as she began to move with greater force and speed, riding him with smooth, swift, steady strokes. The sensation of his body filling hers completely overwhelmed her, and their connected gazes only made it more intense. She never looked away from him as she rose and fell, moving faster and faster until her own body began to move towards orgasm all over again. She trembled with it, and he pulsed within her, growing closer and closer himself even as he held it back to make it last longer.
But neither of them could hold it back forever, and she soon felt herself reaching that peak once more. “Come with me,” she whispered, circling her hips against him to bring both of them new sensations. “Wes! Oh, God! Wes …come with me. Come inside me.”
Her words must have pushed him over the edge, because he trembled and then bucked, spilling himself into her with a moan that muffled against her shoulder as he bucked forward and she shuddered against him. She was right there with him, her pleasure exploding along with his so that they were frantically moving against each other, soaring towards that high, falling over it, and floating back down to the ground together.
When the last shivers had passed, Jordan sagged against Wes’s body, breathing raggedly. The glisten on her skin cooled in the chilly air, and she shivered closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to her shoulder softly.
They stayed like that for some time, resting against each other and catching their breaths. Jordan at first tried to keep her guard at least somewhat up to see if she could stop him from hearing her thoughts, all of which were full of a desire and contentment and more emotion than she cared to admit. But after a few minutes, she let her guard come down because all she wanted to do was relax into him, and it suddenly didn’t seem so bad if he could hear what she was thinking.
He knew all about her, and he hadn’t run yet.
“You seem content,” Wes said, resting his cheek against her hair. “Some of your thoughts have come through. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said, stroking his back with her fingertips. “At least right now, it doesn’t bother me. Maybe I’m too satisfied and sated to care.”
He laughed lightly, nestling his cheek against her. “I hope that’s the case. I only brought it up to say …me, too.”
“You too?”
“You just thought that this was the best sex you’ve ever had.”
Jordan laughed, sitting up and giving him a look. “Are you sure you didn’t just make that up?”
“Oh, you thought it,” he said, smirking at her. “You definitely thought it.”
“So cocky,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.
He thrust upward, still inside her. “Yes. I am.”
Laughing again, Jordan cupped his face in her hands and kissed him long and slow. All of her tension had melted away, and it seemed as though there was nothing in the world more right than this. All of her fears about relationships and feelings, in the wake of realizing what it was really like to be completely wrapped up in someone, seemed shallow and silly. “How is your shoulder?” she asked, rubbing his arm gently and sending her healing
influence through him. “That was far too much activity for you.”
“Oh, we did pretty well,” Wes said. “You did all of the moving, after all.”
His voice was casual, but she could still see the pain on his face, and she pushed as much relief into him as she could, watching the lines ease from his forehead.
“We need to get out of here,” she said, sweeping his hair back from his face. “You need to lie down for a while and rest. You’ve done far, far too much today for someone who was shot in the shoulder last night.”
“That’s probably true,” Wes said, smoothing her own hair back and caressing her cheek. “But I’m not going to stop. If I’m not mistaken, wild sex in the woods aside, we still have a lot to take care of.”
Jordan thought back to the reason that they were in this place to begin with. She thought back before she had revealed her true nature to him. Before he had broken through all her defenses and—yes—given her the best sex of her entire life.
“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Yeah. We sure do. God. Alana.”
“Please don’t say her name while naked.”
Jordan got up from his lap, amidst his protests that he hadn’t meant for her not to be naked anymore. She pulled on her clothes, her mind shifting back into investigation mode as she picked up the hard drive and the cell phone she had stolen. “They’re not going to stop hunting us. Not since we took these. We’re going to have to act quickly, and we’re going to have to be smart about it. Actually—I don’t think we can go home. Alana told them my name, and they know about you. She might give them more information, including my address, if they threaten her. We can’t go to the agency either. That’s too easy a connection.”
“So where do we go?”
“I know the perfect place,” Jordan said, walking over and helping him to his feet. He leaned down to kiss her when he was standing, and she returned the kiss, as eager for his lips as she had been thirty minutes ago. But when she pulled back and nodded to him, the Jordan that her friends knew so well was back and in control. All of the emotions she had just felt and the new territory she had begun to explore—that would have to wait. She had a criminal organization to blow up from the inside out.
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