She couldn't hold herself back anymore and she began to kiss him hard and fast, pushing him back on the sofa and getting a slight groan from him as she straddled his lap. His hands began to roam up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher as his fingers left trails of heat on her skin.
She pulled away slightly to catch her breath. "Do you want to stop this so we can go back to my bedroom?"
"Not yet," he replied in a voice muffled by her hair as he continued to kiss her.
It was fine with her if they didn't move from that spot, but then there were no way they were going to leave this sofa until she was finished with him. She could tell the effect she was having on him, rubbing against the taut zipper of his dress pants. And his moans as she moved her hips against him just confirmed that he seemed to want her as much as she wanted him.
His fingers began to roam under her soft gray sweater, kneading the muscles in her back, before slowly pulling it over her head. The cold air gave her goosebumps before Jordan began to kiss them away with his warm lips on her breasts.
"Do you want this, Charlotte?" he asked her quietly, his lips tickling her skin.
"I want this," she murmured.
He pulled away slightly, his blue eyes staring intently at her. "Tell me you want me."
"You," she said. "I want you."
Jordan pulled her tight to his chest, his tie falling into the valley between her breasts, their movements becoming frantic and needy. She honestly didn't care if he left his clothes on as long as he fulfilled what she desired — and he was doing that very well so far.
His hands disappeared from her body as he raised himself up to pull his wallet from his pants, continuing to kiss her while he rummaged for a condom.
"Seems a bit presumptuous, don't you think?"
He reached between them, unzipping his pants and pushing them down, his breathing fast as he tore open the condom wrapper and tossed it on the floor. "Perhaps," he said, his voice heavy with heat. "But it's like I told you: third date."
He nipped at her neck before his hands finally returned to her body, roaming down her leg until it caught on the black patent leather shoe on her foot. A primitive growl of approval came from his throat, and Charlotte couldn't stop herself anymore. She pulled away slightly, raising up and moving her black lace panties aside before lowering herself on to him, an instinctive moan escaping her lips. She could feel a desperate haze take over her as he hummed against her skin before his hands found her hips, pushed her skirt higher and wordlessly urged her to move. She ran her fingers through his hair, resting her elbows on his shoulders for leverage, finding a frantic rhythm that made both of them breathe faster.
Charlotte could feel a fire burning deeply as it began to take over her whole body. Her teeth tugged against her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out. It was taking a serious effort for her to not let the whole building know just how well she was being ravished by Jordan King.
His hands dug into her hips, urging her to go faster. She could hear the belt buckle on the pants around his ankles clink louder and louder, the sound encouraging her to drive harder against him. She was trying to hold on, to control herself a little more, just a little more. But Jordan's moans and his hands and his words pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Come on, Charlotte," he begged through clenched teeth. "Come for me."
She instinctively did as she was told, her body shattering as her legs gripped his muscular thighs, squeezing every inch of his body with all the strength she had. She could feel him follow her, his body tensing under her as he growled one last time before his hands eased up on her and his breathing calmed down from his high.
Charlotte buried her head in the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin. This is the kind of man she wanted to give herself to, the kind of man she wanted to be with. They hadn't even bothered with getting all their clothes off, and he had still felt closer to her than any other man in a long time.
Jordan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to tame his hair that had somehow gone completely wild under Charlotte Stone's touch. He sure as hell wasn't about to complain. She was definitely not like any woman he had met before, and the heat between them was something else. He had had sex with quite a few women in the past, but there was something... The only word he could think to use was magical, and that wouldn't work. It was too corny and, even then, still didn't fully explain what just happened between them.
He took one last glance at himself, making sure he at least looked somewhat put together, and finally decided to give up on his unruly hair. He didn't want to be gone from Charlotte for this long after what she had done to him.
Charlotte was standing in her living room with her back to him, giving him the opportunity to gaze at her with her guard down. Her skirt was back in place, smoothed down after he had bunched it up around her waist, with the patent leather heels that had driven him wild. He watched as she pulled her soft sweater back on, reaching to get her hair out of the collar and cascade over her shoulders.
His shoe squeaked against her wood floor and she turned quickly, her blonde hair floating around her before meeting his eyes. "Hi," she said timidly.
He walked over and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, intent on making her feel comfortable and wanted. "Hey," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I, uh, I was thinking about leaving soon, but maybe I could stay for a little longer?"
He was hoping she would at least invite him to sit with her in his arms on her sofa, taking in the soft scent of her vanilla hair. Just a few more moments with her.
She nodded, her face radiating affection. "You could stay for a bit," she said quietly, grabbing his tie to pull him closer to her. "I mean, I did tell you I would show you my bedroom when I gave you a tour of the place."
That was more than he was expecting from her, but she had finally seemed to let her guard down around him — at least it was pretty obvious after she had her way with him on her sofa. He leaned down and kissed her softly.
"I would like that very much."
For the first time in a long time, Jordan fell asleep that night in a woman's bed with no intention of leaving before the sun rose.
Chapter 7
It was quiet and the lights were dim — perfect for a writer who couldn't sleep. Well, except for the loud sound of Charlotte's keyboard as she pecked away at a chapter, inspired by the energy that her body couldn't seem to let go of.
