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“I’ll show you rude,” he says, smirking.
“I’m still sore from the last time you demonstrated your rudeness.”
He chuckles and nips at my bottom lip. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He reaches down and hoists his bag over his shoulder, keeping one hand on mine. “Let’s go home.”
I bite my lip and smile.
47
When I wake, I roll over and smile seeing Jordan’s hair fanned on the pillow next to me. Her shallow breaths are slow and relaxed. She’s beyond stunning.
Even though it wasn’t a real proposal, my hand still shook when I slid the candy ring on her finger. A rush like no other. I wonder if she knows deep down there’s a part of me asking for her whole future. The thought must have crossed her mind.
Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her close to me and tuck my face into her shoulder to breathe her in. I drop kisses down the column of her neck, and she stirs, sighing softly. She lifts a hand and wraps it behind my neck. I feel the smile on her face.
“I need to wake up.” Her voice is tired and scratchy.
I smile. “Let me do it.”
Peeling back the sheets, I get between her legs and drag her panties down. As soon as I spread her legs, she tries to grab the blankets. “Can I have my covers back?”
My palms cover her thighs and place them over my shoulders. She’ll be overheated before she knows it.
“It’s freez?—”
I lick up her center, flattening my tongue, and repeat it until she turns boneless and sinks into the mattress. I love the way she tastes. Dipping my tongue inside, I take more because I’m self-indulgent when it comes to Jordan. But how can I feel bad about it when her pussy was made for me?
She’s resting comfortably with her eyes closed and an arm draped over her forehead. I nip at her thigh, her eyes pop open, and I chuckle. My middle finger delves into her tight opening, and I stroke as I lick. Her sweet moan makes me smile, and I wrap my lips around her clit and tug on it while sucking.
Her back arches, and she gasps when I add another finger.
“Wow.”
“Mm-hm,” I say against her dewy flesh, my voice muffled.
She threads her hand into my hair and claws while letting out the sexiest sounds, she’s a siren. Her stomach waxes and wanes as she pants.
“More. I need more.”
I sit up, look down on her, and stuff a third finger inside. She winces as I stretch her. My other thumb ghosts over her swollen clit.
Frowning, I cock my head to the side. “More what?”
“More of you.”
“I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced,” I suggest.
“I’m not good at begging.”
“All the more reason to practice.”
“Please . . .”
I smile. “Please what?”
