by Bonnie Dee
She had to see Jordan again. Couldn’t wait until morning. Her body was drawn like an iron filing to a magnet, pulling her through the night to his front door.
Turning off the car engine, she stared at the number on the mailbox and at the small brick ranch house. The house was nondescript, but the landscaping was sumptuous. In the deepening twilight, flowers glowed brilliant colors and the various greens of bushes and shrubs made an attractive pattern. A path wound around the house, inviting one to take a stroll. He must spend a lot of time working on his yard.
Lauren got out of the car, rehearsing what she would say as she walked up the path to the front door. She stood on the stoop for several minutes gathering courage. Just as she raised her hand to ring the bell, the porch light turned on and the door opened.
Backlit in the doorway, Jordan’s imposing height and shadowed features made him appear ominous for a moment. Then he stepped into the light and the illusion was dispelled. Once more his heavy-lidded eyes and up-tilted eyebrows reminded her of a sad hound dog. But a smile curved his mouth, creasing his cheeks and his warm brown eyes lit up at the sight of her. “You’re here.”
“Hi. I just came to…” She trailed off, giving up the pretense she was here because of the case before she’d even spoken it.
“Come on in.” He stepped aside so she could enter the house.
As she passed by him, she felt his body’s heat. He was wearing a T-shirt so old and thin she could see his muscles and the bump of each nipple pressing against the material. He had on a pair of gray sweats and below that bare feet—big like the rest of his gangly body. What would it be like to have those long arms and legs wrapped around her?
He closed the door behind them, and for a moment they stood in his front hall facing each other, a weighted silence between them.
“Find out anything new today?” The soft rumble of his voice made her nipples tingle and her pussy go soft as butter. The sound vibrated down her spine and through her nervous system.
“Not much. Talked to some people.”
The words they exchanged seemed superfluous to the sexual tension shimmering in the air.
“Oh.”
Another moment slipped by as their gazes remained locked, burning into one another in unspoken communication. Her heart raced. Her body yearned. The magnetic feeling grew stronger, drawing her inevitably to where she’d known she was going to end up this evening. Dropping her purse on the floor, she stepped toward him.
Jordan met her halfway, dragging her into his arms and up against his body, hard enough that she gave a soft grunt. He leaned to cover her mouth with his. His lips were soft but the kiss firm and possessive.
She sagged against him, melting into his embrace, giving herself over to him. It felt so good to relax and let down her guard. How strange that she was ready to do that with a near stranger when she’d been with Mark almost two years and had never let him in. She was letting Jordan into her mind simply by allowing him to touch her. Lauren knew he could feel her, because she could feel him too. His warmth wrapped around her, both inside and out. This was more than the coming together of two bodies hungry for sex.
God, he was tall. She wasn’t a petite woman, but pressed up against the length of his body, she felt fragile. And she certainly didn’t need protection; physically she could probably kick Jordan’s ass because she was trained in martial arts and he wasn’t. Yet she felt protected and safe in the circle of his arms.
The kiss was lingering, tongues softly exploring, lips opening and pressing together. He tasted like wine, fruity, a little dry, a woodsy bouquet. Lauren knew she tasted like mint because she’d popped a breath freshener on the drive over. She’d known this was going to happen and hadn’t wanted to taste like leftover fast food.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her hands flat against his back, feeling his shoulder blades, his muscle and bone through the T-shirt. Male. Hot. Need. Her mind clamored like a cavewoman. Lauren grasped the material and tugged.
Jordan broke off the kiss long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside. His shaggy, dark hair tufted in all directions and he pushed it impatiently back from his forehead. The gesture was unbearably sexy and boyish. Lauren slid her hands up his naked back, feeling each bump of vertebrae, and curved them around his neck, pulling him to her for another kiss. She plunged her fingers into the slippery, smooth strands of his hair, grasping and twisting them a little.
A soft groan rumbled from his chest into hers. He cupped her ass, pressing her even tighter to his groin, then slid his hands up her back to comb his fingers through her hair and cradle her skull. He progressed from soft brushes of his lips over hers to little nibbling kisses to deep exploring ones that went on and on.
Finally Lauren ended their urgent kissing, untangling her hands from Jordan’s hair and stripping off her shirt. His brown eyes glowed at the sight of her barely covered breasts. She wore a sheer, peach bra and black lace panties, and wished she’d had the foresight to stop home to change into matching underwear and clean clothes.
At least she had condoms in her purse. The fact she’d stopped to buy them revealed more than she wanted to admit about her intentions in coming here.
He rested his hand on her chest, palm flat, fingers splayed, his tan skin a contrast to the pale swells of her breasts. She hated that she was always so white. Porcelain, her mother called it. Chalky, Lauren thought.
For several moments, he stood there like that, feeling her heartbeat and probably other things she’d just as soon he couldn’t feel. It was unnerving that he could sense the insecurities she kept well hidden. Scary, but also oddly liberating, knowing she couldn’t hide them from him.
His expressive eyes penetrated hers. A small smile played at the corners of his lips—sympathetic, not amused. Beneath his hand and under his gaze, she felt the hard knot of tension that lived deep inside her begin to ease. Then he moved his hand to cup her breast while he lowered his head to nuzzle her throat. He pressed his lips to the hollow between her collarbones, and lower, across her chest to the plump cleavage the bra gave her. Without the push-up, she didn’t have a lot to offer in front.
As his soft lips and wet tongue moved over her curves, Lauren sucked in a breath. Reaching behind her, he unfastened the bra and pulled it down her arms. Her breasts bobbed free, small but still pretty perky at thirty-three. They were tender, swelling at the touch of his mouth, the nipples hardening when he swept his tongue over them.
She rested a hand at the back of his head and watched as Jordan’s mouth engulfed one tight, rosy bud. The tugging sensation shot a bolt of desire straight to her crotch. She shivered and thrust her chest toward him, admiring the curve of his black eyelashes against his cheekbones, the prominent nose outlined against her breast, the shock of walnut-dark hair tumbling over his forehead.
Her other hand gripped his upper arms, feeling the sinew of his biceps, the sleekness of his skin. Her eyes half-closed when he transferred his attention to her other breast, sucking it in and rolling his tongue over the nipple. Sparkles of delight filled her. Her pussy tightened and released, begging to be filled. She moaned softly and Jordan gave an answering quiet groan.
My God, he can feel me, knows how much I need this, how good it feels. The idea was exciting, as she imagined her arousal feeding and magnifying his. She could almost feel him too—not just his suckling mouth or fondling hands, but a warm glow of desire spreading from him into her. Was it really his emotion or just her own escalating yearning? Impossible to tell. Unnecessary to know. But she enjoyed believing he was touching her deep within.
“I’m glad you came.” He released her breast and straightened to look into her eyes. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and brushed his lips over hers. “Really glad.”
“Yeah, I felt that.” She smiled and snaked her hand down between them to cup the bulge in the front of his jeans. The rough denim and the heat behind it pressed into her hand. Jordan’s eyes nearly clos
ed and a soft mm purred in his throat.
Lauren stepped back and focused on unbuttoning his fly and pulling the zipper down. Boxer briefs. Nice. They outlined the shape of his erection in light gray. She gripped his shaft through the soft material, squeezing until she’d elicited another groan from him. Then she pushed down the waistband of the briefs, freeing his pulsing cock.
She feasted on the sight of it, long, not overly broad, but thick enough. It matched the rest of his long, lean body. Gripping it in her hand, she stroked its length and rubbed her thumb over the weeping slit in the head, spreading moisture over the cap.
She began to lower herself to her knees before him, eager to taste him, but Jordan’s hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Are you sure about this?”
Lauren looked up at him with a raised brow. “Do you even have to ask?”
“No. Not really. Just being a gentleman.” His slow, easy grin caused another flare-up of heat in her belly. He was impossibly sexy with his laid-back, self-effacing manner and offbeat good looks.
“All right then.” She knelt, facing his erection thrusting from a dark tangle of black hair. His flat belly twitched as her hand brushed it. She traced a finger down the trail of hair from navel to groin before taking his cock in hand.
Licking her lips, she glanced up at Jordan’s sharp-boned face, the hooded eyes and lips parted in anticipation. She pressed a kiss to the rounded tip of his cock then slowly drew it into her mouth. A jolt of pleasure shot through her—not her own. As much as she enjoyed giving head to an appreciative man, this effect was more powerful and immediate than her own satisfaction. It flowed through her, but initiated with Jordan; she was sure of it. She was actually feeling what he felt! His gift apparently awoke a similar ability in her.
Lauren’s flash of shock was buried beneath increasing waves of sensation as she massaged his purple-veined shaft and rolled her tongue around its girth. She sucked hard enough to make him gasp and another delightful pang of pleasure burst within her. So good. It feels so good. She cupped his balls with her free hand and rubbed them lightly, toying with the little orbs in the loose sac. Like magic pebbles in a pouch. The thought amused her and she would’ve smiled if her mouth weren’t full.
She should feel strange doing something so intimate with a man she’d just met yesterday. But sucking Jordan’s cock felt far too good for her to care. She experienced an odd sense of familiarity and ease around him, as if they’d already known each other for a long time. Closing her eyes, she dove into the sensations of tasting and touching him, and savored the results of her labor—his mounting pleasure resonating in her.
Her body tingled all over, especially the erogenous zones—the nipples pebbled hard as diamonds, the sweet tenderness of her breasts and the aching in her pussy. Her underwear was soaked. She could hardly wait to peel her panties off and have him inside her.
Jordan’s hands held her head and he began to thrust into her mouth. His tension mounted. So did hers. When she felt him reaching a peak and about to explode, Lauren pulled away, pinching her forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock in a ring.
Before she climbed to her feet, she remembered to grab a handful of the condoms from her purse.
He pulled her into his arms again, kissing her deeply. Then he scooped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he carried her through the house. Their mouths fused together in more passionate kisses.
Jordan shuffled awkwardly with his sweats around his knees, running her shoulder into the doorframe before stumbling into the bedroom.
“Mm.” He released her mouth and tumbled her back onto his bed. As he dragged his sweats the rest of the way off, Lauren shed her clothes fast then reached out for him.
After sheathing his cock in a condom, he climbed onto the bed and lowered his angular body, which she hadn’t had nearly enough time to examine yet, over her. She loved that he was all sinew and bone without any extra padding and really loved the feelings that inundated her when his skin slid over hers.
His sad-dog eyes gazed into hers from only a foot away. Even in the dimly lit room, they shone with mysterious lights in their dark depths. When he smiled, they crinkled at the corners and deep grooves carved his cheeks on either side of his mouth.
“Sure you’re ready?” His husky murmur sent another flurry of chills up her spine.
Lauren only smiled and raised her hips so her mound pressed against his erection. She rubbed up and down his length and the resulting pleasure swelled and grew, bouncing back and forth between them like light refracted in funhouse mirrors, magnified to a blinding intensity.
And that was before he even put his cock inside her. He nudged at her opening, the head finding its way without guidance into the warmth of her body. Her inner walls clenched around the shaft, drawing him in. Her relief was immediate, the yearning to be filled, satisfied. She felt a matching wave of relief from Jordan as he buried himself inside her with a long, low groan. She stopped questioning what was happening between them and reveled in it without trying to frame the phenomenon in logic.
For a moment, he paused while she acclimated herself to his girth, then he slowly withdrew his length. She felt how excruciating it was—the friction against his shaft as he pulled out and thrust in again. He gave a low groan, the vibration sending a new wave of arousal through her.
Out and in again. The head of his cock bumped her G-spot and she gasped. He grunted in response and repeated the move at the same angle and depth so that he hit the spot again.
Lauren tilted her hips and clasped her legs around his waist, aiding his penetration. Her hands hooked around his shoulders from the behind and she held on as he thrust into her. “Harder,” she whispered, broadcasting her desire for no-holds-barred fucking.
Jordan stroked more aggressively, pounding into her, filling her exactly the way she wanted. Her channel caressed his shaft with every stroke. Her primitive feminine self embraced the sensation of yielding to his dominance. But she also felt the surge of strength and power Jordan experienced when he filled her. Both elements entwined in her consciousness—positive and negative, yin and yang, a wholeness of being like she’d never experienced.
The tension of that balance seesawed one way and then the other, growing stronger, building higher until it was nearly painful in its intensity.
“Oh God,” she moaned, or maybe it was him. With her eyes closed and the potent sensations coursing through her, it was hard to tell where he ended and she began.
“Now!” The guttural grunt was his for sure. It sounded near her ear—or maybe inside her head. Impossible to know and it really didn’t matter because at that moment the swirling impulses of need and want reached fever pitch and exploded in visceral bursts of joy that shook her both inside and out.
Her body shuddered as unbound pleasure exploded through it. Her ecstasy, his, joined together, surging in peak after peak. The orgasm seemed infinite, each of them feeding the other in an infinite cycle.
But at last the pulses diminished, dimmed and gave way to a bone-melting languor. Jordan’s heavy, hot body covered her, pressing her into the mattress. Lauren dissolved into a puddle. She hadn’t been this relaxed in longer than she could remember.
She rubbed her hands down his sweaty back to cup his nonexistent ass. It was flat and taut with no flesh for gripping. His hard angles jabbed her. It should have been uncomfortable, but she loved his bony body.
Finally, he rolled to his side and lay, head propped on his hand, regarding her.
Smiling, she reached to touch the lock of hair that fell over his eyes. “Well, that was…something.” She tossed off the understatement in a breathless, unfamiliar voice. Who was she now? Still Detective Lauren Sadler or some other woman capable of being relaxed and content?
Jordan slid his hand up her belly to cup one of her breasts. “Did you…?”
“Did I what? Come? I think you know the answer.” The sweet e
uphoria of orgasm receded, replaced by her usual postcoital apprehension—fear of involvement, fear of trusting—the usual suspects.
He frowned and stared at his hand on her breast. “I was going to ask if you… It seemed like you could feel me too. Inside.”
“Of course, I could. Deep inside,” Lauren teased, deliberately misunderstanding, not wanting to admit to the amazing connection they’d shared. It was hard enough to admit he could feel her emotions. She didn’t want to let him know she’d felt his passion flowing into her as well.
“Never mind. I was imagining something. Forget it.” His smile was wistful.
Lauren wiggled out from beneath his caressing hand. Could he feel she was lying and sense her growing nervousness? She rolled out of bed and stood.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
He pointed her down the hall then got out of bed too. “Thirsty? I’ll get some water from the fridge.”
“Sure. That’d be great.”
In the small bathroom, she relieved herself, washed up at the sink then peered at her face in the mirror. She looked the same as always, but felt completely different inside. Despite her offhand manner with Jordan, she’d been deeply affected by making love with him. Something had shifted within her and everything looked different now—bright and sharp and strange. It was as if she’d had a near-death experience and had awakened with a new consciousness. Her old life seemed narrow and dull, a tiny box it would be impossible to fit back into. Good God, why would she want to?
For the past couple of years she’d lived a closed-off life, as alone in the midst of people as Jordan was in his hermit’s retreat. Before Mark had left her, he’d said he was done trying to pry open her emotions. Then came Ryan Kindle and the fallout from that case. Afterward, she’d shut down and stopped trying to connect with anyone.
