His hand slides between my thighs, and the first stroke steals my answer before I can make one. He touches me slowly, fingers parting my pussy lips, learning where I am tender and where my body still wants him. Pleasure curls around the ache, sharp and sweet, and my elbows weaken.
“Jordan.”
“I’ve got you.”
His fingers move with careful pressure, circling my clit until my breath starts breaking. When he slides one finger inside me, I tense for half a second, but his other hand spreads over my stomach, holding me steady.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Good girl.”
My body clenches around him.
He makes a rough sound at the back of his throat. “Every time I say that, you get tight.”
My face burns against the cool air. “Then maybe stop saying it.”
“Never.”
He works me open with slow, steady strokes until I am wet enough to embarrass myself and too desperate to care. I feel the blunt heat of him sliding through me from behind.
“Breathe,” he says.
“I am.”
His hand tightens on my hip, and then he pushes in.
The angle is deeper than last time, fuller, stealing the air from my lungs as my body stretches around him. He goes slow, inch by inch, letting me take him, and I feel every bit of his control in the tremor of his hands.
“That’s it,” he says, voice low and strained. “Let me in.”
I bow my head, fingers curling against the table. There is pressure, a little ache, and then the impossible, devastating fullness of him seated deep inside me.
He stops.
His chest presses against my back, his breath rough at my ear. “Tell me.”
I swallow. “I’m good.”
“Better than okay?”
I shift my hips carefully, and his hands clamp down.
His curse is soft and filthy.
A thrill moves through me. “Way better than okay.”
He pulls back slowly and thrusts in again.
My mouth falls open. “Oh.”
His rhythm starts slow, deep enough that the table creaks under my hands. Morning light spills over the windows, the mountains stand quiet beyond the glass, and I am bent over ahotel table while Jordan takes me exactly the way he said he dreamed about.
It should feel scandalous.
It does.
