“Come with me, J,” I whisper as my lips graze the shell of his ear and my hips grind down over his, my clit hitting his pelvis in a way that has pleasure arrowing through me. “Together.”
“Together,” he mutters as he thrusts up fast and hard, groaning into my neck as I feel his cock swell and his release flood me at the same time my orgasm crests, pleasure unfurling and rolling over me in a wave. We cling together, all gasps and panting breaths and thundering hearts as we ride out the last licks of bliss.
Entirely spent, I collapse against Jordan, my head falling to his shoulder and my eyes dropping closed as his hand strokes up and down my back in a rhythm that would make me purr like a kitten if I was alive enough to make sounds.
“My girl,” Jordan whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my hair and laying back on the bed.
“My love.” He rolls to the side, one of his arms anchoring me to him as he reaches down and drags the comforter over both of us.
“Mine.” He slides a hand up to tangle in my hair, holding my head against his shoulder, wrapping himself around me so well that I am sure I have never been more comfortable, felt safer, in my entire life.
“I love you, Jo Jo,” he says into my hair. “Sleep now.”
Too tired to answer, I press a kiss to his shoulder and tighten my arms around him, dropping into the happiest sleep of my entire life.
CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
JO
I wake up slowly, blinking at the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. I have no clue what time it is or if I’ve been sleeping for a couple of hours or a few days, and I’m too lazy and satisfied to even attempt to figure it out.
Stretching, I just barely resist the urge to squeal at the delicious soreness in my limbs, the ache between my legs. All evidence of the love confession to end all love confessions and a sex marathon I’d like to repeat as soon as humanly possible. Rolling over, I reach for Jordan to get started on that, only to find the other side of my bed empty, his scent still clinging to the pillows.
Breathing deeply, I’m torn between wanting to go find Jordan and staying right here, inhaling his clean laundry scent like an insane person.
Fuck, I love him so much.
Clean laundry scent it is.
I turn my head into a pillow and inhale, grinning like a complete and utter lunatic. Now I really do kick my legs and scream, the pillow just barely muffling my glee.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re doing…whatever it is you’re doing right now.”
I shoot up at the sound of Jordan’s amused voice but forget to be embarrassed that he found me huffing his scent like an addict becauseholy shit. He’s standing in the doorway to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts riding low on his hips and a smirk. His deep blue eyes sparkle, and his hair is sticking up in a thousand directions from sleep and my hands. He has a steaming mug in each hand, and never have I ever seen a more gorgeous man in all my life.
Mine.
No one has ever been this lucky in the history of ever.
“Holy hell, I adore every inch of you. Get the fuck over here.”
Jordan grins at me and saunters towards the bed, setting the mugs down on my nightstand and sliding in next to me. He grabs my hips and tugs me into his lap so I’m straddling him, cupping my face and bringing my mouth to his. The kiss is long and sweet and has my heart rolling in my chest with the knowledge that this is what I have to look forward to. Morning kisses. Coffee together. A shared bed. A shared life.
It all makes me want to scream into that pillow again.
“Miss me, Jo Jo?” Jordan asks when he breaks the kiss, keeping our mouths close, his forehead against mine.
“I did, but you brought me coffee looking all sleep-rumpled and sexy, so all is forgiven.”
I kiss his cheek and lean over, grabbing one of the mugs and taking a sip, hissing when the hot coffee burns my tongue.
“How do you know that’s not my coffee?” Jordan asks, laying his hands on my hips under the T-shirt I have no recollection of putting on, thumbs stroking circles over my bare skin.
I give him a sly smile. “Wouldn’t matter even if it was. Coffee compatible, remember?”
Jordan’s smile spreads. “How could I forget the first official day of the J’s Summer of Fun?”
I lean over and grab his mug, handing it to him and sliding off his lap to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing him. “Is this the first official day of the J’s Life of Fun?”
