Page 47 of Old Fashioned
His lips were still hot on every inch of me he could reach, kissing my lips and neck and chin and jaw as he walked us to the back door of the Bronco. He felt for the handle blindly, and then the door was open and I was on my back, Jordan sliding into the space between my legs with the door still open behind him.
When he lifted to take off his jacket, he thunked his head hard on the ceiling, and I laughed, loving the smile that bloomed on his face, too.
“Think it’s funny when I get hurt, huh?”
“No,” I answered, leaning up on my elbows. “Think it’s funny that we’re about to fuck in the backseat of your truck like a couple of high schoolers.”
“How do you know I’m going to fuck you?” Jordan asked, slowing his movements as he tugged his t-shirt up and over his head.
I didn’t even try to hide my hungry gaze as I devoured every newly exposed inch of him, remembering when I’d seen that chest and abdomen speckled with mud in the park.
“What if I’m just going to touch you?” he continued, trailing a fingertip over the swells of each of my modest breasts where they were pushed up in my bra. “That’s what you want, right?”
He made a path with that finger up my neck and over my chin, running it along my bottom lip before I sucked it into my mouth and released it with a pop that had his eyes rolling.
“If you can resist fucking me right now, I’ll wash your truck tomorrow.”
He smirked. “Is that a bet?”
“I don’t know,” I asked, sitting up fully. I reached back to unfasten the clasp on my bra, letting my breasts spill out as I tossed it on the floor of the truck. “Is it considered a fair bet if you know you’re going to win?”
I tilted my head, leaning back on one hand and tracing my nipples with the other. They each puckered under the touch, and Jordan watched with his mouth parted, stormy eyes snapping to mine.
In an instant, he was on top of me again.
His kisses were slow but hard, purposeful and breathtaking. He sucked the skin on my neck on his way down to my chest, and then he palmed my right breast in his hand, appreciating the weight of it with a groan before his lips closed over the peak.
I arched into the touch, into his mouth, intohim, and slowly, subtly, as if we were in a movie or the pages of an epic novel, time slowed, and every sense awakened to that man and that moment.
His pace softened, and he took his time with each of my breasts, sucking and licking and kissing and touching. I was so heavy with need when he finally backed off of me to stand again, and he kept his eyes on mine as he unfastened his belt, slowly stripping out of his sneakers and then his pants.
The bulge in his boxer briefs had me biting my lip, and I fell back into the seat, lifting my hips until I could shimmy out of my leggings, too. I pooled them at my ankles before I tugged off my sneakers and socks, then I peeled the leggings the rest of the way off — just in time to watch Jordan grip the band of his briefs and tug them down in one swift motion.
Then, he stood, his erection springing to life between us.
My lips parted as I squeezed my knees together, suddenly shy. It wasn’t that I was naked physically in front of my boss, it was that he’d already stripped me bare emotionally before a single article of clothing had been removed.
Jordan seemed to sense the shift in energy, too, as he slowly climbed back into the truck with me. He settled between my legs, and each inch of my skin he touched on the way fired shots through my nervous system until he hovered over me, our bare chests somehow hot and slick in the cool night.
For a long moment, his gray-blue eyes searched mine, and in that light, I couldn’t even see the burst of brown around the iris. They were just two icy pools sucking me into his depths.
He swept my hair away from my face, still marveling at me like I was the most beautiful creature in the entire universe. “Where did you come from?”
His voice was just a whisper, and yet I felt it deep within me like he’d screamed to the world.
“Just finished my walk through hell.”
“Does that make this purgatory?” he asked on a smirk.
I smiled, too, reaching up to press my lips to his. “I think that makes this heaven.”
He frowned, leaning into my kiss with purpose, one arm holding him balanced over me while the other gripped my hip with force. I bucked my hips, and with the motion, the slick heat between my legs coated his shaft, eliciting a sharp breath from us both.
“Syd,” he said, panting and pressing his forehead to mine as he stilled. “I…” He swallowed. “As much as you’re right about me not being able to resist fucking you right now, I don’t have a condom.”
My heart stopped for a second, but it kicked back to its quick pace in the next breath. “Are you clean?”
“Yes,” he answered automatically. “But…”
