I follow the order, licking him slowly, and he makes a sound so deep and broken that my entire body clenches in response.
“Again.”
I do it again.
His hand slides into my hair, guiding me.
“Take the head into your mouth.”
My cheeks flame, but I obey. He is heavy on my tongue, salty and hot, and the way his body reacts makes embarrassment dissolve under a wave of hunger.
“That’s it,” he says. “Slow.”
I hollow my cheeks because I read books, thank you very much, and Jordan’s hips jerk.
“Natalie.”
I pull back quickly. “Bad?”
His laugh is a rough breath. “Too good.”
My confidence nearly floats me off the bed.
I take him again, deeper this time, while my hand works what my mouth cannot. He guides me with low, broken instructions, telling me when to slow down, when to use my tongue, when to take more.
“Eyes on me.”
I look up.
His grip tightens in my hair.
“Good girl.”
The words go straight through me.
I moan around him.
Jordan curses.
“Say that again,” I whisper when I pull back for air.
His chest rises hard. “Good girl?”
I shake my head, cheeks burning so hot they may never recover. “The other thing. The eyes thing.”
Something dark crosses his face.
“Eyes on me.”
My stomach flips. “Yes, sir.”
His entire body jerks.
Oh.
Oh, that is information.
His eyes go black. “Natalie.”
