Page 26 of Cupcake of the Month (Just Add Peaches #2)

It was hard to imagine Jordan’s delicate fingers in place of his own calloused hand, but he closed his eyes and dreamed.

Her long hair tickling his face as she leaned over him.

Her smooth caresses, touching him in all the perfect spots.

Her short, sexy gasps when he brought her to the edge of a climax.

Because he wouldn’t let it end quickly. No.

He’d take it slow and steady, filled with joy at being in her bed again.

Fondling and exploring the places on her body that he had left eight years ago.

The strawberry birthmark below her breast. The smooth inside of her thighs.

He’d taste her silken skin, drink in her kisses.

He groaned and stroked faster, his hips arching off the mattress, his own release approaching.

The door to the common room opened, then closed. Crap. He stopped, his hand still covering his hard flesh. The clip of high heels faded as another door closed.

He imagined them coming closer to him, Jordan opening his door, naked and beautiful.

He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and pumped harder.

Grunts escaped from his chest, and he pulled the pillow from under his head to muffle them.

This physical release wasn’t the fantasy he dreamed of, but it would do for now.

His body tightened as he slid his hand over his flesh faster and faster.

A soft knock sounded on his door. “Josh.”

Any answer he might have made would have been unintelligible as he released into the tissue. He clamped the pillow to his mouth, hoping the walls were thick enough to hide his groans and his mattress moving.

“Josh, you awake?”

He let out a slow breath before answering, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. “Yeah.”

A moment of silence followed. “I need some assistance.”

He jumped from his bed and threw the tissue away, then tucked his length into his underwear. He pulled on his jeans, not at all surprised that he was still semi-hard. “Come on in.”

***

Good God, he was half naked. His stomach had grown leaner than she remembered from eight years ago with his muscles more clearly defined.

It was a hungry look. A trail of hair led to the grey cotton peeking above the fly of his zipped jeans as he stood next to his bed. She forced her gaze to his face.

Her breathing hitched at the lust and regret in his eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She turned to leave.

“Jay.” His voice was steel and stopped her in her tracks. “What do you need?”

So many things. She waved her braced wrist, annoyed at her own helplessness. “Brandi helped me get dressed, but now I can’t undo the zipper. I thought I could do it myself or I would have had her unzip me.”

He made a twirling motion with his finger and she turned around, presenting him with the low-cut back of the dress.

He brushed loose hair off her neck with his fingertips, and her skin sparked where he touched her. She sucked in a breath.

He paused, the heat from his fingers lingering above her shoulder. Her skin pebbled in anticipation of his touch.

God, she needed this. Needed him. She swayed backward with the unconscious desire to be close to him.

“Jordan.” He whispered her name as he ran his fingertips over her sensitized skin, down her arms, on her back. His breath warmed her neck, sending tiny shocks to her nipples.

Jordan waited for his kiss, for his lips to caress her tender skin. But he hesitated. She shifted her head, clearing the way.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

She held her breath until his mouth lowered to the side of her neck, nipping her gently as he pulled her impossibly close.

His lips slowly caressed her shoulders in a path to her neck, and she let out a low exhale, her body tightening, even as she knew full well this may be their only night together.

He left a searing trail with his lips on her neck that hardened her nipples. His clean scent surrounded her, turning him into her world. One hand wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

Her breathing got faster as he nibbled the soft lobe of her ear, the pressure increasing with each gasp. A simmering coursed through her blood, leaving her flushed and achy. He pulled the pins out of her hair, one by one, until he could run his hands through her brown locks.

“I dreamed about doing that all night,” he rumbled against her.

Her primal groan vibrated deep in her throat, and her hips pulsed with unmet need.

She turned so her breasts pressed flat against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips crushed hers, demanding more. The pressure was intoxicating, leaving her breathless and gasping. She sunk her hand in his hair. The strands curled around her, tickling her palm.

A groan sounded in his chest, and he probed with his tongue. She welcomed him in, demanding the intimate dance. He slowly unzipped her blue dress with one hand, the other stroking her exposed back.

Once the zipper was past her hips, she held the top to her breasts and stepped back. He let out a low growl and reached for her, then clutched his hands into fists and dropped them to his sides.

She let go of the dress and it slid down her body, baring herself to his hungry gaze. The fabric pooled at her ankles, leaving her in panties and heels.

Josh groaned. “The door better be locked and your phone on mute, Jordan. Because no fucking way am I going to let anything interrupt us tonight.”

She shivered, the anticipation already making her wet. “Got a condom?”

Panic crossed his face. “Shit. No.” He reached for a shirt. “Don’t go anywhere. There has to be a twenty-four hour pharmacy around here somewhere.”

She gave him a small push so he stumbled backward to the bed and straddled his lap. When he was snug against her wet heat, she rocked a few times, feeling him get impossibly hard against her.

She leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Immediately his arms came around her. “You’re not leaving.”

She nipped his ear. “I have condoms in my room.”

His hand snaked through the hair at the nape of her neck and he plundered her mouth. He pulled away slightly and spoke against her lips, his voice low and husky. “I’m already ready for you. Go. Now.”

She stepped over her dress and sprinted to her room, his touch lingering on her skin. She grabbed the foil packs from her nightstand, and rushed back. Josh had taken off his jeans and stood there in tight cotton boxer briefs outlining the hardened bulge.

“I thought it only fair,” he said when he caught her looking.

“Fairness is very important.” She tossed the condoms on the table by the small bed.

He reached for her and brought her mouth to his. His kiss was soft, an exploration.

Screw that. Tonight there was no room for gentleness. She’d waited eight years.

She grasped the nape of his neck and responded to his kiss with heady pressure. A noise sounded from the back of his throat and he drew her lip into his mouth with a small bite that spiked pleasurable pain.

Now that was more like it. A low moan escaped her throat.

She scored his neck with her teeth, enjoying his hiss of breath, and trailed her hands over the lean muscles of his belly.

One finger traced the path of fine hairs that led under his briefs, but she stopped at the elastic.

She started to bend, to lick his chest and follow the path of her hands, but he gripped her hair and pulled her head back.

Flashes of heat went straight to her core.

“Me first,” he said, and drew her breast into his mouth.

She cried out when he sucked her nipple. Her legs went to jelly and he lowered himself to the bed, taking her with him. Soon she found herself straddling him again, her breasts at a perfect height for his hot, hungry mouth. One arm circled her waist, keeping her locked against him.

She threaded her fingers through his soft hair, pressing him harder into her body, keeping her braced wrist resting on his shoulder. His hand cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, and ran his thumb over her nipple. Heat throbbed between her legs, and she inhaled sharply.

And rocked her hips against his hardening erection.

A guttural groan emanated from the back of his throat, but he merely shifted his attention to her other breast, continuing the torture going with his mouth and hand. The friction of their bodies kept the primitive need between them.

He released her breast, then blew on it. The cool air hardened her already sensitive nipple and she ground against him even more.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

He complied, thrusting his tongue to stroke hers while she teased and sucked his in return. Her mind swirled with pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so completely and thoroughly kissed.

“More.” He tugged at the elastic of her panties and she slid off the bed to remove them. With one motion, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic and yanked them down to her feet. He pressed a kiss on the strawberry birthmark under her breast.

Her mind flitted to That Night when he had last lavished attention on that mark, and she swallowed. There were no promises between them, she knew that. She accepted that. But she couldn’t stop the small part of her that craved something more, something meaningful between them.

He pulled their bodies together before she could remove her shoes. “I’m getting naked.” His voice tickled her ear and she shivered. “And then I’m taking you. Hard. God, Jordan. I’ve waited too long to have you to be gentle.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded, unable to speak. To know he felt this, too, that he was affected by her as she was by him, even if it was ony lust. Her body didn’t care, and her mind was in complete agreement.

A thought struck her and she gave a half snort. He couldn’t sneak away from her during the night. They would be in his bed.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “That amuses you?”

“I’m just wondering why you’re all talk and no action.”

He yanked down his briefs, but she got only a glimpse of him before he kissed her again, guiding them both until she was on the mattress.

He slid on beside her, the long, lean length of his body covering hers.

Then his finger was inside her, swirling through her folds and she cried out, spreading her legs to give him better access.

“You are so fucking wet.” He drew in a ragged breath. “So ready for me.”

Her muscles tightened and she rocked against him, eager for more than his finger. He flicked this thumb against her clit once, twice, and withdrew.

Her body cried in protest even as he covered himself with a condom. Soon the tip of his penis nudged against her. She arched upward, eager and greedy for all of him.

He guided his length into her, slowly, torturously, inch by inch, his hand splayed on her stomach a silent demand that she stay still. She trembled, panting and moaning, until she could bear it no more and wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled, a primal, animal need to have all of him.

Then he thrust, filling her.

She groaned as he pounded into her, letting him control their passion.

Her nipples tingled and ached to be touched.

He was right about not being gentle and she welcomed each hard thrust. Heady sensations awakened within her, ones she had thought were once in a lifetime.

Gasps and pants escaped her mouth. He pounded harder with each one.

He squeezed her breast, then massaged it, the contact an extra dimension of feeling. His cock flexed inside her and she tightened her muscles around him, meeting each stroke with her own desperation.

His hand was back in her hair, tangling around her loose locks.

His teeth grazed her neck, taking the time to nip and suck and lick her sensitive skin.

A finger trailed down her neck to her breast, dipping lower, lower, lower, until he found her core and spiked a flash of electricity through her blood.

“Say my name,” he growled, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Say it.”

“Josh,” she panted. “Josh. Oh, God. Please.”

He increased the pressure of his fingers, swirling and rubbing and stroking until need ran wild within her.

She bucked and cried out, her movements more instinct than thought as her muscles tightened and she rocked uncontrollably against him with the force of her orgasm, held in place by his strong arms. A few hard strokes later, his groan filled the small room as he thrust, bracing his weight on his hand, his breath hot against her skin as he shuddered his release.

Jordan closed her eyes and breathed deep, filling her senses with him. “God damn, Josh.”

He chuffed out a laugh, still plastered to her. “That’s good, right?”

“Better than good.”

She felt his nod on her chest. His body shifted as he snuggled against her. She was glad he didn’t leave immediately to clean up, the warmth staying between them.

She dozed for a bit, awakened when he placed a quick kiss on her shoulder. Cool air surrounded her as he stood up. “Be right back.”

Drifting to her side took all her energy. It was enough to lie down on half the tiny bed. Being with him before had been good, but now…now was incredible.