Rescued Heart (Titan World)

by Tarina Deaton

  “Nothing wrong with that. I like you naked too.”

  Her entire body flamed with her blush and she pulled the covers up over her head. “This is embarrassing. Can we go back to sleep now?”

  He laughed and stretched out on the bed. “Yeah. We can go back to sleep now.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Jordan opened the door for room service to push the cart in. He didn’t know how long Emme would sleep, but he was starving. After dozing for an hour, he’d woken energized and horny — along with another feeling he couldn’t describe. It was almost…happy? Whatever it was, it was the exact opposite of how he’d felt for the last ten years. He’d thought about waking her, but decided to let her sleep and had gone for a run instead to try and burn off some of the excess energy.

  Watching her confront her nightmares last night drove home the realization he’d made on the camping trip when he’d unfairly dumped his baggage at Bree’s door. He’d never really faced his own issues. He’d pushed them down and ignored them. Kept going on deployment after deployment because that was the only place things made sense. The only place he felt needed and useful.

  His conversations with Rocco and Emme came back to him. Both had found a sense of purpose in what they did. He wasn’t getting that in the Army anymore — hadn’t been for a while. But if he left, what else was there?

  A soft sound drew his attention as he handed the receipt folder to the attendant. Emme stood inside the hall leading to her room. Thanking the young man who’d brought the food, he closed the door, and pushed the cart over to the table. “Are you hungry?”

  She nodded and scratched the top of one foot with the other. Her pajama pants hung low on her hips, exposing a sliver of skin above the waistband. He’d kissed that brief expanse of skin and all the skin above and below it. His cock remembered.

  Down, boy.

  “I got you an omelet and fruit. I noticed that’s pretty much all you eat for breakfast.”

  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks.” She walked to the table and sat.

  He set her plate in front of her and grabbed the carafe from the cart. “Coffee?”

  “Please.”

  Two words so far and she hadn’t met his gaze yet. Did she have morning-after regret? Of all the thoughts he’d had while waiting for her to wake up, not touching her hadn’t crossed his mind. He could feel her unease and a lead ball formed in the pit of his stomach, killing his appetite.

  Her fork clattered to her plate. “I don’t know how to act.”

  He leaned back in his chair. Here comes the brush off. “What do you mean?”

  “What am I supposed to… Can I…?” She propped her elbow on the table and dropped her forehead into her hand. “This feels weird and I don’t want it to be weird.”

  “How do you want it to be?” He didn’t know whether to tell her they could go back to the way things were before and forget it happened or pick her up and set her in his lap.

  “Not weird!”

  He sighed. “Do you want to pretend it never happened?”

  She finally met his gaze, a dark blush forming high on her cheek bones. “No.”

  “What do you want?”

  Her tongue licked her bottom lip and she glanced at his mouth. “To touch you.”

  “Take what you want, Emme.”

  Her chair scraped on the floor and she padded around the table. He scooted his chair back and waited, his heart pounding in his chest. His cock throbbing in his pants.

  She straddled him, hooked her hand behind his neck, and pressed her mouth to his.

  Surprised, it took a few seconds for his brain to catch up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He pushed a hand up her shirt and pressed on her upper back, crushing her breasts to his chest. Opening his mouth he traced her lips and thrust his tongue in when she matched his movement.

  She sucked on his tongue and he groaned deep in his throat. She rubbed herself against him, once. Twice. He shoved his other hand into the waistband of her pants and traced the seam of her ass. She gasped and increased the pace of her hips. He held her firm against him and thrust up to meet her.

  Her panting grew heavier and her nails scraped across his scalp. She broke their kiss and dropped her head to the crook of his neck.

  She shuddered in his arms and let out a low-pitched moan.

  Taking his hand from under her shirt, he brushed her thick hair away from her face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” She blushed and he used his thumb to tilt her chin up to look at him. “No more hiding. No more weird. Okay?”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “You still hungry?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You want to stay here or move back to your seat?”

  She dropped her gaze.

  “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want. There’s no wrong answer.”

  “I want to stay here.”

  He couldn’t stop the grin from turning up the corner of his mouth. “Yeah?”

  She raised her eye and smiled. “Yeah.”

  “Okay then. Stand up real quick.” He helped her stand and reached across the table for her plate before pulling her back down onto his lap so both of her legs were across his.

  She held her right arm close to her body and used her left to eat. He hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing her sling. “How’s your arm?”

  “It’s a little sore.”

  He rubbed the top of her shoulder, keeping the pressure light. “Did we make it worse?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

  “You need to wear your sling, babe.” He didn’t want her further injuring her arm.

  “I don’t put it on until after I’ve showered,” she said.

  The image of her, wet and soapy, invaded his mind. His fingers flexed on her hip and she squirmed in his lap.

  Her eyelids drooped and she licked the corner of her mouth. “I might need some help washing my hair. My shoulder gets really tired if I hold it up for too long.”

  “You done eating?” he asked.

  She tossed her fork on the table. “For now.” Her voice was breathy, her desire palpable.

  He slid his arm under her legs and stood, cradling her. “I want to check out this steam shower of yours.” He strode toward her room, passed the bed, and into her spacious bathroom.

  Setting her down in front of the large, walk-in shower, he hooked his thumbs into her pants. “Can I take these off?”

  “Yes.” Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his gym shorts. “Can I take these off?”

  His dick pulsed against the fabric and she raised her eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”

  He grinned. “That’s a ‘fuck yes’.”

  She pulled her fingers out of his shorts and pushed his shirt up his chest instead. “So, one for yes and two for no?”

  Grabbing his shirt, he yanked it over his head. “Let’s assume if he’s moving, he’s saying yes.”

  Her mouth hovered over his nipple, her warm breath making it pebble. She licked the hard nub, pulled it into her mouth, and rolled it between her teeth.

  Sucking in a breath, he fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  Her fingers scraped down his back and into his shorts, pushing them down his legs. His hard shaft sprang free, straining toward Emme. She gripped him in her small hand and pumped him. He didn’t know whether to thrust into her hand or pull away. Grabbing her wrist, he held her hand still.

  “You don’t like it?” she asked.

  “I like it too much. You keep it up and I’m going to come all over your hand.” He disengaged and opened the glass shower door, turning the faucet on until hot water and steam filled the space. “Let’s get you naked.”

  She reached behind her neck and pulled the thin shirt over her head, keeping her bad arm by her side. He dropped to his knees and grasped the side of her pants, easing them over her hips and down her legs. His mouth lined up p
erfectly with her core. Using his thumbs, he opened her and pressed his tongue against her clit. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, driving his own desire higher. He wanted to spread her out on the floor and lick and suck her until she screamed his name.

  “Jordan,” she groaned.

  He stood and backed her into the shower stall. She tilted her head back to wet her hair and he took advantage of the exposed skin of her neck. The water sluiced over his face and shoulders. He pulled back and reached for the shampoo in the recessed shelf. Pouring some into his hands, he rubbed them together to work up a lather, and ran his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp.

  She stepped closer to him, running her hands up his sides and around his back. Her head fell back and she groaned. Her eyes shone with desire.

  He kissed her. Hot, open mouthed, their tongues tangling together. He tilted her head back under the stream of water and continued to work his fingers while he rinsed her hair.

  This had to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever done to a woman. He could still taste her essence on his tongue, but washing her hair seemed somehow more intimate.

  “Conditioner?” he asked.

  Her eyes fluttered open. “What?”

  Glad to see he wasn’t the only one losing his senses. “Do you want conditioner in your hair?”

  “If it means you keep doing what you’re doing, then yes.”

  He smoothed conditioner through the long strands of her hair, then lathered body wash in his hands. Her heavy breasts filled his palms and he pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rolling the hard points.

  Her breath hitched. “Oh god.”

  He traced the edge of her jaw with his tongue. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Does it make you wet?”

  “Soaked.” She clenched him in her fist and pumped her hand along his hard length. “Does this make you hard?”

  Like the Rock of Gibraltar. “Fucking rigid.”

  Her teeth scraped his neck.

  He gritted his teeth and hissed.

  “Too much?”

  “No. Keep going.” He found her slit and traced his finger along the seam of her lips. Inch by slow inch, he inserted his middle finger into her tight core. His thumb pressed against her clit.

  She rode his hand and he inserted another finger.

  “I want you.” Her hand pulsed around his cock. “Now.”

  God yes, he wanted to slide into her hot, tight heat. Feel her clench and pulse around him. “Fuck.” He removed his fingers and shoved her back. “Rinse your hair. I’ll be right back.”

  “What?”

  He pushed the door open and dashed out of the shower. Hitting the tile floor, he slid, barely avoiding wiping out. He ran into the bedroom, leaving a trail of water behind him. Ripping the bedside table drawer open, he grabbed the box condoms, and ran back into the bathroom. He tore the box open, sending silver square packets flying, but managed to snatch one out of the air and slammed back into the shower.

  Emme stood with her hands pressed over her mouth.

  “It’s not funny.”

  Her shoulders shook. “When you slid across the floor….” She dissolved into giggles.

  “There’s nothing funny about safety.”

  Her giggles morphed into full on laughs and she bent as the waist.

  He growled, stalking the two steps it took to put him in front of her. She straightened and pulled her lips between her teeth. He crowded her against the wall and she gasped when her back hit the tile.

  “You get it out of your system?” He tore the packet with his teeth and roll the condom over his hard length.

  She smirked. “Why? You got something else for me?”

  “Yeah, I got something else for you.” He ran his hands over her hips to her ass. His fingers traced the crack of her cheeks and he teased the opening of her pussy.

  Her jaw dropped and her breath escaped in a rush.

  He lifted her, using his hands to spread her legs. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” The head of his cock found her entrance and he pressed into her. She took him, surrounded him — and it destroyed him.

  Everything in him shifted and made room for Emme. He’d buried his cock in her slick heat, but she was the one who invaded every inch of him.

  He withdrew and thrust forward.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh my god.” Her heels dug into his ass. “Oh god.”

  Scraping his teeth along her jaw, he held her in place on his cock, adjusting to the feelings coursing through him. Not just the desire or the need to slam into her and possess her. There was something spreading through his chest. Something heavy, but freeing at the same time.

  He pulled out slowly until the only the tip remained and slid forward at the same pace.

  Her finger nails dug into his shoulders. “Faster. Please.”

  “So polite. Since you asked so nicely.” Jordan pressed her against the wall and surged forward. Picking up the pace, he pumped into her, keeping a quick and steady rhythm.

  She nipped his earlobe. “Your cock feels so good.”

  His fingers dug into her ass. “What does it feel like?”

  “Thick. Hard. I can feel your balls slapping my ass.”

  “Fuck. Hang on, babe.” He lifted her higher and pistoned his hips. His balls drew up against his body and tension coiled tight at the base of his spine.

  “I’m going to come. Don’t stop,” she panted in his ear.

  “Let it go. I want to feel you milk my cock.”

  “Holy fuck.” Her head fell back against the tile and her shout echoed off the tile walls.

  Her walls clenched and pulsed around him. Watching her come — eyes closed, mouth agape, ecstasy all over her face — he shortened his strokes. The tension released and he planted himself deep in her core as his orgasm exploded. Grunting, he flexed his ass cheeks and dropped his head forward. The tile under his temple was cool — the only cool spot on his entire body. His heart pounded, threatening to break through his chest. He tried to tell himself it was just the exertion, but Mötley Crüe’s Kickstart My Heart started playing in his head. Why did he feel like he was in over his head?

  Emme’s fingers massaged the back of his neck. “You okay?” she asked.

  He raised his head and kissed her softly. “You’d think I’d be in better shape, running five miles a day.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Well. This is more of a sprint than a marathon.”

  Shifting her weight so he held her with one arm, he grasped the base of the condom and eased out of her. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a silent gasp.

  “Jesus, Emme, you’re killing me.”

  “What?” She looked honestly confused.

  He shook his head and eased her legs down, making sure she was steady before letting her go. Stepping out of the shower, he tossed the condom into the small trashcan and rejoined Emme in the shower. She stood under the water with her head tilted back, her left arm squeezing excess water from her hair—watching him with her golden eyes.

  She turned off the water. “Would you hand me a towel?”

  Somewhat disappointed, he grabbed a large white towel from the bar just outside the shower. She took it, bent at the waist, and wrapped it around her head. When she stood, she flipped the ends of the towel over her head. Her breasts rose and fell while she fiddled with the ends of the towel. He felt blood flowing to his cock again.

  “There’s a robe on the back of the door.” She pointed while holding the towel on her head.

  He glanced over his shoulder, then back at Emme, and raised his eyebrows.

  “Jordan!”

  A slow grin spread across his face. Damn, she was fun to tease.

  She crossed her arms over her breasts. “It’s getting cold. Get me the robe, please.”

  Stepping out of the stall, he pulled a towel from the bar and wrapped it around his waist before pulling the robe off the back of the door. He held it o
ut for Emme like it was an evening coat. She turned and slid her arms into the sleeves of the robe. He pulled it over her shoulders and wrapped the sides around her, enveloping her in his arms.

  He kissed her temple. “I would have preferred keeping you naked.”

  “Wha—?” She tilted her head to glare at him. “That was really sweet until you started talking.”

  He grinned and kissed her temple again.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Emme stifled a groan and tried to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as Jordan’s thumbs kneaded the arch of her foot. His fingers were magic. Something he’d proven several times over the last couple of days. They’d spent a lot of time in bed. Or the floor. And the couch.

  She shifted and stifled another groan for a different reason.

  He stopped rubbing. “You okay?”

  She looked over the top of the book she’d found, down her body and up his to where he lay with his head on the other arm rest. His green eyes stared at her with concern. “Yeah. Just getting more comfortable.” He asked her that a lot — if she was okay or in pain. The foot rub was a result of her saying her feet were killing her from all the walking they did earlier that day in the souq.

  At times it felt as if he were coddling her. Taking care of her because she was a responsibility instead of a desire. Then there were times like this. She didn’t know too many guys who would spend an afternoon rubbing a woman’s feet just because she said they hurt.

  The corners of his mouth tilted and he winked before going back to watching the soccer game on TV. God, she loved his smile. He didn’t do it enough. She shouldn’t complain. When he did smile, it was always directed at her.

  He had moments where he seemed to get lost in his head. She knew he was worried about his unit. He checked his email at least three times a day.

  They had such a finite amount of time together before they went back to their real lives. Separately. An urgency to jam as much as she could into the next week threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Have you ever been married,” she asked.

  He looked back at her, eyes wide. “Where did that come from?”