Page 4 of Midnight Torment

“Say it,” I demanded and his mouth pursed together to seal all his words inside. “Say it.” I pressed playful kisses to his face, making smacking noises until he started to smile.

This Jordan only existed behind closed doors, and it felt special that only I got to see this side of him.

“Stop!” He gasped. “You’re drowning me in your soppiness!”

I continued to press kisses all over his face until he started laughing, rolling me over on my back to stare down at me. His eyes quirked in that sexy smirk that made my stomach tighten. My legs wrapped around his waist in assured ownership even as my hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck.

“Say it.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes again. “We’re a couple. Together. A him and her. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” I grinned up at him. “See, it wasn’t so hard.”

Five years ago, I would never had been able to touch him this freely since I was his sub. That power dynamic changed when he walked back into my life. I couldn’t reclaim the three years that we’d been separated, but I was beginning to realise that our time apart allowed us to see that we belonged in each other’s lives. Jordan gave me access to parts of his life that had been denied and closed off before.

“You do know that you’re crazy?” he asked. “Most women would run a mile from even being near me.”

My grin widened. That was complete bullshit. He may ignore all the flirtatious looks and fuck-me eyes thrown in his direction, but Jordan had starred in the fantasies of most women in the Twilight Rooms. He was serious and aloof, but had the face and body of a model. Women loved a challenge, and Jordan was the dark and moody hero that you wanted to fix. Only, the more I dug through his layers, the more I realised that he didn’t need to be fixed. He was perfect just the way he was, and he was all mine.

I dragged his head down toward mine. “Completely crazy,” I agreed. There was no way I was giving him up now that he had let his barricades down. “We even have a pet.”

He gave me that smouldering glare that made my poor panties combust. “We do not have a pet, we have an evil rodent who is a criminal mastermind because he has convinced you to feed him nuts while he plots world domination.”

“Leave Simon alone,” I chastised him. “He is part of our little family.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” he muttered before he lowered his head for his lips to find mine. The tip of his tongue flicked along the seam of my mouth until I granted him access. The man knew how to press every button on my body, but his mouth was a weapon that was designed to dissolve all your inhibitions until you were nothing more than a quivering mass of hormones ready to combust.

I didn’t care if bad men knew that we were together. Personally, I wanted to scream it for everyone to hear. For two years, he’d been my secret hidden far from the world and that meant he was able to walk away without anyone knowing the true misery I felt inside.

His tongue stole every word I’d planned on saying, his fingers skimming over my sides to clasp my ass. My legs tightened around him and I shamelessly ground myself against him in search of that divine friction that would take me to bliss.

Jordan sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and gently bit down. “I have work to do. I just wanted to check that you were okay.” I dragged his head back down to mine until I was drowning in those deep kisses that scrambled my senses.

I could live and die in his kisses.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily and my lips were sensitive and swollen. I pushed his hair from his eyes, but his head ducked down as he trailed the tip of his tongue down my throat, his lips teasing a pathway of seduction.

“I missed you,” I whispered for him alone to hear.

“Hmmm. Me too, baby. Missions aren’t fun when you’re alone.”

I grabbed either side of his face and brought it up for me to stare into his eyes. “Meaning?” I asked confused.

Jordan sighed, his eyes closing for a brief second. “The guys and me used to travel the globe as three free guys who could do what they wanted.”

“In other words, you shagged your way across the world.”

His eyes widened before he shook his head. “We did, but that’s not what I’m trying to say.” His forehead pressed to mine. “It’s not fun lying in a bed alone when I want to be home with you.”

My body relaxed at his words. “I would love to have seen Cuba.”

“I want to be able to walk through ancient cities with you, Megan, but until this threat is neutralised, I won’t risk it. I crave lying in the snow and watching the Northern Lights with you at my side. Basking in the sun in a private villa after we made love.” His voice lowered and my panties grew damp. “Watching the sunset over the ocean and knowing that the night belongs to us alone without worrying about who might discover us or who is watching us.”

“I want all of those things and more,” I whispered against his lips. “I’ve always wanted to see the world and had no one to visit it with.”

One of the aspects of this new Jordan that I loved was his playfulness, the way his lips teased mine, and coaxed me to follow him. His tactile nature that meant he always found ways to touch me and remind me that I belonged to him. I would follow this man to the moon and back because he gave me the strength to realise that love was real and could be achieved in this lifetime.

“Maybe I should take you with me next time,” he said in that low, husky tone that released a flock of butterflies in my stomach.

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