Page 41 of Own the Eights
Georgie closed her eyes as if she were allowing his voice with her name falling from his lips to wash over her. He cupped her cheek. Was she always this pretty? He took in the light dusting of freckles on her cheeks and her lips that looked made to be kissed and nipped and sucked.
She opened her eyes. “Hey,” she said gently.
He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “Are you okay? Is this all right?”
“I was kind of hoping there’d be some movement,” she said with the dirtiest little grin he’d ever seen.
He matched her expression. “I wanted to give you a sec to prepare.”
Her blue-green eyes darkened with desire. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded. “You better hold on. The earth is about to move.”
A challenging glint sparked in her eyes. “You’re that good?”
He caressed her ass, then squeezed the tender skin. “I’m a ten. Of course, I’m that good,” he growled and pumped his hips.
Georgie rode his cock, rising and falling, as he controlled the speed and set a punishing pace. The friction between them ignited a firestorm, and she was fucking glorious. She arched into him, and he slid a hand between them and massaged her tight bundle of nerves.
“Jordan, it’s so good,” she moaned, her sweet cries driving him wild.
He captured her mouth, and their tongues met in a dance of lust and longing. Only a few hours had passed since he’d last kissed her, but she’d become like a drug, and he wanted more. Each lick and graze of her lips couldn’t seem to satisfy his need. Heat swelled between them, intensifying their connection. His heart hammered in his chest as he got the best abs and cardio workout of his life, grinding and thrusting. And then, she was there, tightening around him. Her eyes blinked open, and in that second where she met his gaze, she owned him body and soul.
They flew over the edge, their mutual release surging through them, pounding and throbbing as if they were surrounded by a hurricane, whipping their bodies into a sweaty, wet frenzy. And all he could do was inhale her vanilla scent and die a thousand carnal deaths, staring into her eyes.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her. But it wasn’t just her body that he was holding close. It was the moment that felt like so much more than a little stress relief when their phones pinged simultaneously.
She tensed, and he knew why. She’d done just what he had, adding an alert to ring any time the Dannies posted onto their CityBeat blog. She lifted her head and glanced over at their phones on the coffee table.
“You did it, too?” she asked.
“Yeah, we need to know when they post.”
Georgie glanced away. “Do you have an alert set for when I post?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answered, hating that keeping tabs on her now felt like some weird kind of betrayal.
She nodded, more to herself than to him. “I have one for you, too.”
Because here’s what it boiled down to, like the Dannies, he was her competition, and she was his.
Their phones pinged again, and she lifted herself from his lap.
He removed the condom. “Where’s your bathroom? I should take care of this.”
She gestured toward a dark hallway. “Second door on the left.”
Fucking hell! What had they done? He threw the tied-off condom in the trash, then cleaned himself up. Turning to leave, he caught his reflection in the mirror. It still surprised him how he always expected to see that skin and bones teenager and not the ripped athlete he’d become. He had so much more he wanted, no, needed to accomplish to keep putting miles between his old and his new life, and that started with winning the blog competition.
He left the bathroom and found her dressed and staring at her phone.
She glanced up at him. “The Dannies posted an amazing story to their blog about how instead of finding dates for themselves at the grocery store, they reunited two childhood sweethearts. Danielle wrote that she could feel the love pulling them together and that she and her brother served as a conduit to connect two people who still cared for each other while simultaneously making our world a better place.”
He retrieved his shirt and put it on. While he and Georgie were screwing, the Dannies were winning.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I better go.”
She crossed her arms. “Yeah, I need to get to work on my post.”
