Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Aftershocks ping through me at the sight. It’s messy. Sexy. God, he’s beautiful when he comes.
I fall limp against the bed, sucking in one lungful of air after another as I try to get myself back together, but who am I kidding? There is no recovering from this. Whatever this is, whatever we’re doing…it’s permanent. Unalterable.
“Damn, princess,” he pants, falling back against the headboard. He glances down at himself, a rueful smile curving his lips up. “If you were here right now, you’d be cleaning up your mess.”
My core clenches at the thought. I want to know what he tastes like. What he feels like beneath me, quivering for me the same way he makes me quiver and squirm.
“You going to clean up your mess too?” I ask him, panting as I reach for the phone to drag it closer.
“You mean lick that perfect pussy until you’re gushing all over my tongue? Hell yeah.”
I whimper softly, blissed out, and somehow still turned on at the same time.
He chuckles and then groans. “I need to go before someone bursts in here. I’ll be there soon.”
“How soon?”
“We’re on the plane now.”
“Jordan!” I bury my face in my pillow, groaning. “What if they heard us?”
“No one heard you, baby. They’re all passed out.” He cocks a brow. “You going to be in your bed waiting for me when I get there?”
My eyes widen. “You want to come here when you land?”
“No. I want you in my bed where you should be already, but since your stubborn ass decided to go home, I’m coming there. I’m not sleeping without you.”
“The code for the door is 11992. You can let yourself in,” I whisper, butterflies dancing a freaking ballet in my stomach.
His expression softens. “My birthday.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed that. It’s a giant, flaming arrow, pointing out just how deep my feelings for him still run. Will it send him running? Crap. Maybe I should pretend I don’t know it’s his birthday?
“What?” I ask, trying to stall.
He narrows his eyes on me, his voice a warning rumble coming through the phone. “Don’t piss me off, princess. Your code is my birthday.”
“I…”
“How long?”
“I just moved in here two months ago.”
“How long, Sutton?”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “Six years,” I whisper. “It’s been my code for everything for six years, okay?”
“Jesus,” he rasps. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I shake my head, terrified to face him. Afraid of rejection. Of hearing him tell me that we’re just having a little bit of fun. That he likes me, but he got over those feelings a long time ago. Part of me screams that my fears are irrational, but the biggest part of me? Well, that part hasn’t ever been rational when it comes to him. It’s just been…his.
“Open your eyes, Sutton.”
I can’t deny him when he growls at me like that. He’s so damn bossy. And it’s irresistible.
I crack my eyes open, peeking at the phone screen…pretty certain my cheeks are blazing red.
“I fucking love knowing you held onto me however you could,” he says. “You’re not changing that code. Ever.”
I choke on a whimper, hope blasting through me in a riptide. Maybe the future I wanted so desperately isn’t broken beyond repair. Maybe, just maybe, it’s still there, just waiting for us to claim it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
His lips quirk into a grin, softening his expression again. He looks more like the Jordan I remember when he smiles. Softer. Less angry at the world. “Get some sleep, princess. You’re going to need it.”
“Goodnight,” I murmur, swallowing back the same confession I had to swallow yesterday. Three little words I’ve never said to anyone. The three with the power to break me into pieces no one will ever be able to put back together. That power is his, though. It’s always been his.
I wake up with my legs over his shoulders and his breath on my pussy. My entire body hums with electricity as I stretch and moan, thrown from sleep straight into heady desire.
“Morning, princess,” he rasps, flicking his gaze up to look at me. “You awake yet?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Then there’s nothing stopping me from doing this.” He sticks his tongue out, touching the very tip of it to my clit.
My hips jolt in his hold, a current of pleasure flowing through me.
“Jordan,” I moan.
“I thought about licking this pretty little thing until you were wide awake and moaning for me,” he says, nipping at my skin. “But I wanted to make sure you knew it was me between your legs, Sutton. I won’t have you afraid, not for a second.”
“I’m n-not afraid of you.”
“Good.” He licks me again. “Because I’d fucking kill for you.”
I’m pretty sure he means that. He already spent five years in hell for me, just to keep my relationship with Jamison intact. Maybe that’s all the proof I need of his devotion. It’s been right there in front of me all along. This man never stopped caring. He’s loved me just as intensely as I’ve always loved him. I don’t think he ever stopped.