Page 85 of Limbo

Jordan shifts onto his elbow and thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that sends my eyes closed. The pleasure builds each time he presses into me. I moan out a desperate form of his name, my back arching off the mattress. He pumps into me harder, each of his ragged breaths intoxicating.

I cry out again, “God, yes,” and my legs tighten around him.

Eternity condenses into a few seconds as I come apart. Frantic breaths slip between his parted lips as he thrusts.

“Fuck, Callie.” He grinds into me once more and groans out his own release.

His head drops onto my chest while the rest of him falls onto the bed beside me. Other than my fingers skimming up and down the length of his back and his lips pressing against me, neither of us attempts to move while we recover. The heat of his breath spreads across my overly sensitive skin, and the same sensation from earlier flits up my spine.

Even without him looking at me, those damn colors are determined to mix whether I want them to or not.

A week after Johnny and Gavin catch us prancing in our underwear, I park next to Jordan’s Jeep at the house.

The two of them are outside, Gavin balancing on the running board of his van, driver’s door open. “Get in there and save him from himself, Henders. He’s been working on his hair for the last twenty minutes.”

“I’ll do what I can but no promises.” I return a wave from Johnny, who is climbing in on the other side.

“Just be careful. It’s a war zone,” Gavin says, ducking into the vehicle. Heavy metal blares out his rolled-down window as they back out of the driveway, thrashing around in their seats.

Since “the incident,” both have fully adapted to a girl invading their space on a regular basis. They even put the toilet seat down. Gentlemen, each and every one.

The four of us got pretty cozy the last few days of break before I left for Graham’s on Friday. My new perspective might have helped make the trip less miserable than most, but a majority of the credit goes to Jordan and the texts, calls, and other stuff that required the lock on my bedroom.

When Jordan answers, I can’t tell whether he or his hair claimed victory. Either way, it works. He yanks me inside, his mouth on mine before he swings the door shut behind me. After he has me breathless and wanting more, he breaks his lips away from mine and locks his arms around my waist.

“Sorry, beautiful,” he says. “You can’t just show up, looking like that, and think I’m not going to kiss you.”

“You saw me wearing the exact same thing a few hours ago.”

“I kissed you then, too, if you remember.”

I remember. The kiss led to him almost missing a lecture. He also ran late to his first one because he’d insisted on resuming his morning coffee delivery service. Not that I can imagine a better way to begin my day than with Jordan and caffeine, but we need to reenter negotiations over his schedule, so the kid shows up to his classes on time.

“So, what do you have planned for tonight?”

He brushes the tip of his nose over mine. “A movie, followed by coffee.”

“What movie?” I ask, his barely there touch and low, hushed voice about to derail my focus. A job he finishes by pressing his lips against the base of my neck. They skim to the sensitive spot under my ear.

During our week together, he mapped out every inch of me and takes advantage of his newfound knowledge as often as possible—hence the scheduling issues.

Seconds before neither of us leaves the house, his lips pull away. “Something foreign and terrible with subtitles. The perfect movie to not pay attention to.” I glare at him, and he grins. “What did you plan?”

“Dinner and open mic night.”

His eyebrows draw together, surely because of my far superior plans for the evening.

A large bouquet on the entry table distracts me from his pouting. “Did you buy flowers?” I ask.

“Of course I did. It’s Date Night, Callie.”

He brings them over, and I smell them because that’s what people do with pretty flowers before putting them in a vase and watching them die.

“For future reference, don’t buy me flowers.”

He tosses them on the table and folds his arms around me. “Coffee and jewelry only, I promise.”

Without warning, he dips me almost all the way to the ground. I laugh at the sudden drop, and he kisses me, bringing more blood rushing to my head before he pulls me up.

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