She wrappedher arms around his neck, pulling him closer while she pushed herself flush to his body and was rewarded with a teasing bite at her earlobe. She moaned at the sting of the bite. She liked that. No, she loved it, and filed it away for later use. Raising a leg, she hooked it around his waist, pulling him into the V of her hips while her fingernails scraped against his scalp and down his neck. He sighed into her hair, hands tightened on her shoulders for a moment before he dropped them down to cup her ass, pushing her up against his rapidly hardening cock.
Jordyn kissed his neck, and then his collarbone, before she thrust her hips against his, aching to get more contact, more friction, more of everything against her now throbbing clit. She wanted to touch him everywhere, she wanted him to touch her everywhere. She wanted to kiss, lick, and bite every exposed inch of flesh and muscle in front of her. Jordyn’s hands moved of their own accord, and she frantically reached down, searching for his belt. She cursed when she fumbled with it, just like she had with her keys, but she managed to unfasten it all the same and eagerly set about unbuttoning his jeans.
And that was when he stopped her.
“Slow down,” he told her, hands light and warm on her wrists. “Stop.”
She frowned, looking up at him, her hands freezing where they were. Slow down? What the hell? How had she come to be in the exact same situation as she had with Alex? Had this man changed his mind, too? Did he no longer want her? Want this?
“Let me get you to the bed first, baby,” he laughed, pulling her into another kiss, and all at once, the frantic thoughts racing through her mind went quiet.
The bed. Of course.
A wave of relief washed over her, and she kissed him, letting go of his belt, and grabbing his hand. She set off at a respectable power walk toward her bedroom, but she only made it a step before he tugged her to a stop.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, stepping closer to him. She pulled on his hand but he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he moved their hands so that their fingers slid together, interlacing them. He brought her in front of him, to face him, and she went willingly and easily at the barest pull of his hand.
“Where is it?” he asked her when she was standing in front of him, his warm hands moving to rub her back.
“What?” she asked, distracted by the warm feeling of his big hands on her skin. Already, he was sliding a finger under the clasp of her bra, which made it extremely difficult for Jordyn to focus on his question, but she managed.
Barely.
“Your bedroom,” he said.
“Down the hall, to the right.” Jordyn turned and pointed down the hallway. She was still looking down the hallway when he moved, yanking her into his arms and she no longer found herself upright. Most women would have swooned at being thrown over a handsome man’s shoulder, one that was going to be naked in the very near future, but Jordyn wasn’t most women, and this was her maiden voyage in terms of a one night stand. No, the result of being upended, even if it was by an incredibly sexy stranger, was for Jordyn to emit a screech and flail. To his credit, he didn’t so much as falter or give notice that she’d busted his eardrum.
Instead, he pressed a kiss to the side of her ass and rubbed her thigh comfortingly as Jordyn gathered her bearings. That quieted her immediately, and she threw out her hands when he started to move. Her hands hit his muscled back, and she was able to hold herself semi-upright, which was a pleasant surprise because the man had an ass that didn’t quit.
When they entered her bedroom, he pulled her boots off with her still balancing on his shoulder. His muscles bunched and coiled beneath her, enthralling her. She loved how they moved beneath her hands, and she leaned down, pressing her palms to every inch of him that she could. He hooked an arm around her waist, and she was off of his shoulder and into his arms, cradled against his chest. She was pretty proud she didn’t screech again on account of the fact that Jordyn was in no way, shape, or form, used to being manhandled in any capacity...but now that she was?
IT. WAS. THE. BEST.
He tossed her boots onto the floor before he stepped close to her bed and dropped her unceremoniously onto her stomach on the mattress. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best. Jordyn spluttered at suddenly being facedown in her comforter and pushed herself up from her tumble, but before she could properly recover, she felt him behind her, his hands already busy undoing the buttons of her jeans. She looked down at the sight of his tattooed hands unbuttoning her pants and nodded approvingly at her situation. Okay, she liked this again. No more slowing down. Jordyn’s sex life had gone from non-existent to ninety miles per hour, and that suited her just fine.
She was working out how to get her hands back on him when the sensation of his tongue against her shoulder made her eyes close, a moan escaping her mouth as she made the leap to full sex participant. Jordyn turned, her hands going to her waistband to help him take off her jeans. She rolled onto her back and lifted her hips for him to slide them off. When he had them off, he tossed them onto the floor along with her boots. Her pants out of the way, he sent a smile her way and climbed onto the bed, his big body slipping between her legs as he crowded her. His mouth slanted to hers and she leaned back to rest on her elbows, turning her face up to his. Their kiss was slow and unhurried in a way that left her writhing beneath him. He broke the kiss and she laughed in surprise when he nipped her shoulder gently before pulling away to stand beside the bed. Turning her head, Jordyn took a long hard look at the man in her bedroom, and let out a happy sigh. This was exactly what she wanted, he was exactly what she wanted, and that was the exact opposite of Alex.
It was perfect. Tonight was perfect.
She smiled, watching the man move in the moonlight that washed the room with a soft glow. The sharp contrast of the pale light and dark shadows of her room made her stranger appear even more seductive. He was facing away from her now, the way the light shifted over him made her think of a painting, something she might have studied in art history, or glimpsed in a museum. The hard lines of his body were made beautiful by the moonlight.
“What’s your name?” he asked her, tossing his belt to the floor. Her eyes followed the flash of the belt buckle as it landed on the floor with a clatter and she licked her lips.
“Jordyn,” she whispered in the quiet of the room. He toed off his boots and turned to face her when she spoke again.
“What’s yours?” Jordyn asked, realizing that she didn’t know his name, either. It hadn’t crossed her mind, not even in the slightest, to ask him what his name was and she tried not to think too much on the why of that, or what it meant.
“Steve,” he replied, eyes on her while he pulled his shirt off. Her heart skipped a beat, that beat skittering down her body until it hit her clit because this man was beautiful, yes, but he was also covered in tattoos, and the sight of his muscled inked body was doing some very healthy things for her libido. When he reached for his pants, Jordyn raised herself up onto her knees, and stopped him with a raised hand.
“Let me do it,” she said in a rush. “Please.” The last word lingered between them in the air like something sweet, the yearning in that one word clinging to her mouth and tongue like honey.
He stopped his movements and raised an eyebrow, but then he was holding a hand out to her in invitation. It was all Jordyn needed to crawl off the bed and slip to her knees in front of Steve. She needed to touch him, to be on her knees in front of him, undoing his pants and getting her mouth on him. She licked her lips and slowly slid his zipper down. The sound of the metal ties were deafening in the quiet of her bedroom. She hesitated and looked up at him before she slid his jeans down. She kept her eyes on his until his pants were pooled around his ankles.
Steve stepped out of his jeans and Jordyn met his stare, and held it for another long beat before she leaned forward and put her hands lightly against his well muscled stomach. She pressed a kiss to the warm skin beneath her palms. Drawing back, she stared at the tattoos covering him, eyes moving over the swirls of ink that spanned from his wrists to his shoulders. On his right side, the ink colored his pectoral, and, looking at his stomach, she saw a few other tattoos dotting his skin. It was too dark in her bedroom to make those out, but the ink on his knuckles caught her attention, and she reached out, slowly taking his hands.
Jordyn traced the letters with her fingers, lips following close behind along the skin. “Brooklyn?” she asked, looking up at him, her lips skimming his knuckles.
“It’s home,” he replied, watching her slide his thumb into her mouth. The move elicited a groan from Steve. She liked that sound, the way his chest tensed and his hands trembled when she licked him. Her tongue flicked out again, tasting Steve’s skin and again, he shuddered. She grinned and was still testing out how much of a reaction she could get from him when Steve’s free hand came to her shoulder.
