by Demi Damson
She sure hoped he would.
Chapter Twenty–Two
Jordan Screws Everything Up
Jordan scrambled out of the car so quickly, he almost fell out. Her hips swayed as she walked to the front door without even a glance back to see if he was following. He could still taste her lips on his tongue. He was so hard, it hurt. He wanted to have her. He needed to possess her. But he needed to know it was real for her. That he wasn’t just a client.
He took the stairs two at a time to catch up with her as she reached the bedroom. He grabbed her then and scooped her up into his arms.
She half whispered half giggled as he maneuvered the door open. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold.” He dropped her onto the bed. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He closed the door and stood there for a moment, standing over her.
Her cheeks went pink. “Do I need to invite you to my bed a third time or will you come over here already?”
“You know I want you,” he said. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.” He hated himself for this but he had to know. “This isn’t an additional service, right?”
She blinked at him and then her mouth dropped open. “What exactly are you asking?”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated he even needed to have this conversation. “I’m asking if you are inviting me because you want to be with me or because I’m your client.”
She stared at him, anger radiating from her like an aura. Then she picked up a pillow and threw it full force at him. He supposed he was lucky there was nothing heavier within arms’ reach of her. This conversation was not going well.
“Have you seriously never had sex with someone without paying for it?”
It was his turn to get angry. “I have never paid for sex,” he said. “I’ve never paid for a woman at all.”
“Oh yes, obviously, I’m your first, Mr. Billionaire Playboy.” Her voice cracked with anger and sarcasm. “No, Jordan, I was not offering some additional service to a client, whatever the hell that means. How could you even ask such a thing? Are you honestly asking if I’m charging you? My god.” She picked up the other pillow to throw and then clearly thought better of it. “You are just unbelievable.”
She pulled the covers off the bed and got under them, turning her back to him. She was still wearing her dress. He could just about make out those tiny little buttons he’d been hoping to undo one by one.
He sighed. Well, this evening certainly hadn’t quite gone the way he’d hoped. But she was being a bit unfair. Should he really just have spent the night with her without asking? He was her client and she provided services. How the hell was he supposed to know whether her interest was personal or professional? He pulled out the mattress of the sofa bed with a loud twang and then looked back at her. She lay on the far edge of the bed with her back to him, ramrod straight. She was clearly wide awake. He was pretty sure she was still fuming.
He undressed to his shorts when he found the box in his pocket. That stupid necklace. Well, her loss. He stretched out diagonally across the sofa bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. There was no point in getting under the covers, he clearly wasn’t going to sleep a wink tonight.
He heard a slight huff from the other bed. So, she was still awake and still mad. Maybe that was good, he thought. At least it meant she cared, right? He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. Maybe if she thought he was asleep, she’d get up and get changed for bed and things. But then he’d have to lie here keeping his eyes closed while she undressed and he wasn’t sure he could do that.
He rolled over with a humph and closed his eyes. His brain kept replaying the conversation, trying to work out how he could have dealt with it better. He should have just shut up. Yes, she might have presented him with a bill on Monday morning, but at least he wouldn’t be lying here wide-awake in the dark with a hard on. Which had reappeared simply because he thought about her undressing.
“Charlotte?”
No response. He ground his teeth. What the hell, he had nothing to lose. “Charlotte, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. I am a jerk and a scoundrel.” He listened carefully for any sounds in the dark. Nothing. His throat tightened.
He couldn’t explain why it was important to him to make amends. Her accusation that he usually paid for sex still stung. And yet, there he was, wishing he could make her react. Wishing he could make her forgive him. “I just didn’t want to get caught up in the heat of the moment,” he said. Except he did, totally. He kissed an escort and carried her into bed and then asked her if she was still an escort.
Unless maybe Buddy was exaggerating when he talked about extras. When it came to women, taking advice from Buddy was a spectacularly bad idea. That made it easier to keep speaking into the dark. “The truth is, I am surprised by how strong my feelings for you have become after only a few days. And that made me afraid that you might not feel the same. Because Charlotte, you being mad at me now is still better than me finding out later that you didn’t want to be with me, that you did it out of obligation.” He listened out. Still nothing. “I’m sorry.” He pulled the covers over him. “But I’m not sorry I kissed you.”
He heard a quiet sniffle. He lay quietly, not wanting to push her.
“You are a jerk and a scoundrel,” she said.
“It’s true.”
“I shouldn’t even be speaking to you.”
“Also true.” He sat up. “And you certainly shouldn’t be thinking about kissing me again.”
“Why you!”
“Hey, hate sex is a thing,” he said. And then “Uff,” as the pillow hit him in the gut. “Is that a yes?”
Silence. He smiled. It certainly wasn’t a no. “At least let me help you get that dress off,” he said. “Those buttons look like a nightmare.”
“Jordan Lovett, that was the worst come-on ever.”
He bit back a clever comment and padded over, handing the the pillow to her. “Here. In case you need something to punch.”
She took it with a sniffle. “You are incorrigible.”
He found her hand and held it. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“And a jerk and a scoundrel.” She buried her face into the pillow.
“Guilty as charged.” He knelt at the side of the bed and leaned towards her. Her face was still hidden in the pillow but her neck was exposed. She smelled of lavender and baby powder. “But I’m also a damn good kisser, right?”
She looked up at him. Before she had a chance to respond, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Just a fast, little peck and then he pulled away. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’m just trying to help you with that dress.”
Chapter Twenty–Three
Never Felt Like This Before
Charlotte swiped at her eyes. “Jerk” was too good for him. She definitely wasn’t speaking to him. Did he really think he could just kiss her and she’d forget everything?
“I’m just trying to help you with that dress.”
Well, maybe. She sniffled again. And it was true, the dress was uncomfortable and impossible to get on and off. She was never going to sleep like this. Besides, she was stupid.
She knew she was playing with fire and she didn’t care.
She sat up in the bed, facing him. Jordan ran his hands down her sides. She trembled. “I’m just trying to find you in the dark,” he said, and she could hear his smile.
“I think you found me.”
He put his hands around her back but instead of undoing the buttons, he held her in a loose embrace. “Yes,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “Yes, I have.” He paused for an overlong moment, maybe waiting to see what she did, if she pulled away.
She held herself perfectly still, wanting him to stay, but still too angry to tell him so.
He knew. He kissed a trail from her neck along the line of her jaw and to her mouth. He paused there, close enough that she could feel his soft breath against her lips
. A moment passed. He held perfectly still, his lips almost touching hers but not quite.
Something snapped in her and she kissed him ferociously, angrily, no longer content to let him take charge. He’d taken his shirt off at some point and she scratched at his bare back, pulling him to her. His mouth opened beneath hers as she mashed into him, almost hoping she could hurt him with her kiss. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, holding her there, taking her kiss and her forcefulness. Surprised at herself, she backed off, breathing unsteadily.
He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath but pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her down with his muscled body. She ran her hands along his shoulders, loving the steely feel of his muscles tensing beneath her fingers.
He kissed her again, unyielding, and ran his hands along her sides to her neck and then down to trace a path along her cleavage. As his fingers touched her sensitive skin, her hips bucked up against him. He groaned and placed his hands behind her back. “Sit up,” he said against her neck. “I can’t get to your buttons.”
She sat up, wishing he would hurry up, longing for his weight against her. Everything became a haze of urgent lust.
He fumbled behind her, his breath ragged with need, which aroused her even more. She was about to reach back and do the damn buttons herself when he grabbed the fabric and yanked. The tiny buttons scattered, spilling onto the bed and pinging against the marble floor.
“Jordan!” She tried to tell him off but it was impossible to form a coherent sentence as he dragged the sleeves of the dress down and off of her arms.
He nibbled at the edge of her cleavage and then pushed the front of the dress down to expose her bra and belly. He traced a circle around her lace-covered breast and another moan escaped her. Her nipple hardened against his finger and as he pushed the silk of the bra aside to suck it into his mouth, she lost the power of speech.
She fell back down onto the bed and he moved with her, his legs pushing hers apart to lie between them. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll sew every damn button back on myself, if that’s what you want me to do. Just say my name like that again.”
“Jordan,” she moaned.
He rose to his knees and pulled the dress down over her hips. His eyes roamed her body and she was glad for the matching cream lingerie the sales woman had talked her into. Her exposed nipples hardened again at the feel of his fingers stroking her bare belly. Then his lips were on her breasts, tugging the rest of her bra out of the way. He nibbled gently and then roughly as he reached her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth.
She arched her back, pressing her body against his as she reached to undo her bra, wanting nothing more than for him to have free access to her body to keep doing what he was doing.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other, as if worried they might get jealous. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to taste your skin, he said. He trailed his tongue down her stomach. She lay beneath him, trembling.
He pulled the dress from her ankles and then paused to look at her last remaining modesty: the cream-colored lace panties that were now soaking wet. She squirmed, caught between desire and embarrassment. The fire in his eyes as he put his hands on the soft lace made her lift her hips up. She needed him to pull them off and touch her again. He obliged, dragging them down her legs followed by a soft row of kisses along her inner thigh. He untangled them from her ankles and threw them on the floor. Then he leaned on one arm and just looked at her.
“Jordan, please.” She normally hated being looked at closely, aware of every flaw. But right now, it wasn’t embarrassment that made her want him to stop staring, it was pure desire. She needed to feel his rough fingers and soft tongue on her again. She needed him to take her.
He trailed his fingers up and down her legs. “I like hearing you say my name like that.” His hands moved upwards, soft on her inner thighs “I want to hear more of that.” He pushed her thighs apart and leaned forwards, his hot breath on her sensitive center. “I want to hear you screaming my name.” He flicked his tongue out, barely touching her clit, and she moaned. “Say it, Charlotte.”
“Oh Jordan.” She could no more resist him than she could stop her heart from beating. She needed him, now. “Please.”
“Please what?” His tongue flicked out again.
“Please lick me, Jordan. I’m begging you.” She had no more inhibitions, no thoughts of anything other than Jordan and his body and especially his tongue.
He lowered his face to her and parted her lips with his tongue and circled her clit. Within seconds she was bucking her hips against his mouth, unable to stop herself as he tongued her in a soft rhythm. She whispered his name again and then called it out as the orgasm overtook her. He continued to lick her softly until the room came back into focus and her heart stopped trying to escape her chest. “Oh, my god,” she whispered.
“No, just me,” he grinned. He pulled himself up to her and licked his lips before kissing her softly. “You taste amazing.”
He lay on top of her naked body. Somehow, he still had his shorts on. She panted, still recovering from the hot throbbing of her orgasm as he pressed his hips against hers. She needed to undress him now and feel him inside of her, still tingling from her climax.
It was impossible to get to his waistband and pull them away, but she tried anyway. “You have too many clothes on,” she complained.
He pulled the shorts off in one fast movement, freeing his rigid cock. Then he reached for his wallet and pulled something out. “It’s been a long time,” he said. “Could you help me with this?”
She tore her eyes away from his body to see what he was holding out. “I can try,” she said, half surprised and half relieved. She struggled to open the packet, which earned her a raised eyebrow from him. He tore it open and handed her the condom. She took it in one hand and reached for his hard shaft.
As she put her hand on him, he shuddered. She took the condom and attempted to roll it over the head but he was too big, the condom too small. The look on his face was intense. “Charlotte, I can’t take much more of this teasing.”
“I’m not trying to tease.” She tried again to hold him steady and get it onto him.
He arched his back and cried out. “You beautiful witch, I can’t—” and then he was coming, his fists clenched and his head thrown back.
She wrapped her hands around his cock, holding him tight until he stopped pumping against her. She couldn’t believe she held this power over him, that her simple touch had brought him over the edge without even trying. She looked up at him, her vision glazed with lust.
He groaned. “When you look at me like that.” His cock twitched in her hands. He took both of her wrists and pinned her to the bed, lying against her. “I think we need a rule that you aren’t allowed to touch me.” He kissed her neck and behind her ear and then came up to her face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as if he’d done something wrong.
She shook her head. “I’m not very good at...”
“Charlotte.” He silenced her with a kiss. “You are excellent and you know it.” She squirmed in embarrassment and then realized he was already growing thick against her. He grinned at the look on her face and reached down to rub a thumb over her nipple. She arched her back against the feel of his fingers. “I’m recovering already,” he said, “but it might go a bit faster if you call my name again like you did before.” He reached further down and ran his fingers up and down her wetness. “Tell me what you want?”
She bucked her hips against him. “I want you to never stop.” He circled her sensitive clit with his fingers and watched her writhe beneath him. His cock grew stiff against her thigh, arousing her even more. “Please take me, Jordan.”
He kissed her again then, full of passion. She reached down and found his cock fully hard again. He shivered at her touch. “I think this time I’ll do the condom,” he whispered against her throat. She moaned softly as he pulled away and the cold night
air touched her skin. But a moment later he was back, his broad chest covering hers. He dragged his cock against her wet slit. She shuddered and moaned and opened her legs even further.
“Charlotte,” he moaned as he pressed himself into her. She rose up to meet him as he filled her. He kissed her again and then rolled her over, staying inside her, until she was on top. “Take me,” he said.
She began to move up and down on him, feeling his steely heat as he filled her over and over again. He reached forward and pressed his thumb on her clit, so that with every downward movement, she increased the pressure. She closed her eyes and began to move faster, feeling another climax approaching. As she ground herself onto him harder and faster, she opened her eyes, his name on her lips again. His face looked like he’d seen a vision.
“Charlotte,” he moaned, leaving her in no doubt that she was everything to him at that moment. Her climax over took her and she lunged against him as she peaked. He groaned and thrust himself into her, coming hard into her as her muscles clenched around him.
Another shudder ran through her and she collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. She nuzzled his neck, the warm afterglow overtaking her. Her eyes closed as she shifted herself to lie against his chest.
The last thing she heard was him asking, “May I stay?” She reached her arm around him to keep him there and fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty–Four
Sunday You’re In Love
Jordan woke up the next morning with Charlotte snuggled up against him.
“Hey, wake up.”
She squirmed. “No.”
“Come on, let’s go for a run.”
She opened one eye. “Really? Out there in the cold?”
“Sure. It’s not cold if you are running.”
She put her head under the pillow.
He took it away. “Unless you are too wimpy to go running with me.”
She shot him a look. “Seriously?”
