“You want that? An actual relationship?” Jordan asked.
“I do now. Back in college, I was more than happy to mess around with you, but I’m past that now.”
Jordan was staring at me.
“Why are you here?” I asked. There had to be a real reason, not just that he was horny.
“I haven’t had sex for almost two months,” he replied. “Not since you. Every night, I think of you. Do you know how pathetic it is? I could be out having sex with someone, but instead I lie in my bed, stroking my dick to the memory of fucking you.” He sighed. “I left you a voicemail. I hope you didn’t listen to it.”
“I did,” I said.
His brows jumped up. “You did? The whole thing?”
I looked at my hands. “I hate you so much, Jordan. You’re so fucking arrogant and infuriating. But…”
“But?”
Kick him out kick him out kick him out kick him out.
Touch him touch him touch him touch him.
“But I want you so much,” I admitted. Screw it. “I’ve been trying to convince myself I don’t miss it, but I do. I want your fingers inside me. I want you to suck my neck and whisper in my ear that I’m your slut. Sometimes when I’m at work, sitting at my desk, I’ll zone out, and imagine you bending me over and fucking me. Sometimes I want it so much, I can physically feel my pussy ache for it.”
I was blurting everything out without thinking twice. Jordan’s eyes darkened, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me.
I immediately sagged against him, relaxing into the familiar pleasurable sensation of his lips and tongue against mine. He kissed me hard and rough, grazing his teeth against my bottom lip, making me gasp.
“Strip,” he said, pulling away. His eyes were almost completely black pupil. “Take your clothes off. I need to see you naked. Fuck, I need to see your body.”
I did as he said. Whenever he spoke to me like that, all my defences fell away, and I always automatically did what he said. It’s like my body was programmed to obey him.
I stood up to take my clothes off, and let it all pool on the floor. Jordan’s gaze raked over me, hungry, and then the next thing I knew, he was pulling me close, so I was standing between his wide legs. He grabbed my waist, his fingers so hard, I was sure he’d leave bruises.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning forward, pressing his lips against my stomach. He kissed a line down past my belly button, stopping just above my sex. His grip slid down, and he grabbed my thighs. “I love these,” he said. “Your soft thighs.” His hand slid inwards, between my legs, and I sucked in a breath when I realized where he was going. He grazed the faintest touch of his fingertip over my entrance.
“Wet for me already?” he said, looking up at me, his lips curling into a smirk. “After all this time, you’re still a whore for me.”
“Jordan,” I said impatiently, “just fucking take me to bed already.”
His smirk widened. “As you wish, baby.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Jordan swept me up in his arms, making me gasp. He carried me like a bride from the couch to the bed, which was a bit romantic, until he tossed me on the bed. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit rough.
The lighting in the bedroom was dim. The world was silent except for our breathing. Jordan loomed in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “I need to see your cunt.”
Part of me really wanted to obey. But first —
“Take your clothes off,” I said. “I don’t want to be the only one naked.”
His eyes glittered. “It’s not like you to argue with me.”
“I’m not arguing,” I replied. “I just…” I swallowed. “I want to see you, Jordan.”
I wanted to see the expanse of flawless skin, lightly dusted with brown hair. I wanted to see the defined ridges of all his muscles. I wanted to see the veins on his biceps.
