Page 45 of Devil’s Kiss (Sunset Cove #2)

D EREK SLIPPED HIS hand into Jordan’s and let him lead. After spending a nauseating amount of time with a human being he’d rather never see again, it was a relief to be back in this man’s presence.

During the hour he’d spent sitting in his car waiting for his father’s “therapy” to be done, he’d told himself, over and over, never again.

He’d had to listen to his father’s sick diatribe the entire way to and from the facility, not to mention his entire life, and never would he subject himself to it again. No matter what.

After Derek had dropped him back at the house, he’d driven around for a good two or maybe three hours, trying to calm himself down. But it was no use. Nothing was touching the energy that was coursing through his veins.

Jordan hadn’t said a word since he’d stepped off the elevator, but Derek knew by the way his fingers had interlaced through his that what he needed was evident. Instead of heading straight to Jordan’s bedroom, Jordan directed him through to the master en suite and flicked on the lights.

This bathroom had always been one of Derek’s favorite fantasies.

But it was a place he’d never allowed himself to set foot in after the night he’d sat on a chair and Jordan had cleaned up his bruised and broken face.

The same night he’d first decided he needed to put some distance between himself and his beloved professor, for Jordan’s safety.

Tonight was a different story altogether.

Derek let his eyes sweep around the lavish space and, as always, he got stuck on the massive claw-foot whirlpool tub that stood alone in front of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.

It was debauched, decadent, almost to the point of obscene, to think you were stripping down and anyone could see, but really, no one was out there.

On the opposite wall was a shower that ran the entire length of it. There were jets at every possible angle a person could imagine, and at each end was a handheld showerhead. That shower was designed with one thing in mind, and getting clean was not it.

“Strip.”

The word was clipped, spoken in a voice that sent a bolt of desire directly to Derek’s balls, and he immediately went about doing what he was told.

He kicked off his flip-flops and then reached over his shoulder and gathered a handful of his shirt and pulled it off.

When he tossed it on the ground, he heard an appreciative groan from the opposite side of the room, where the tub was, and saw Jordan leaned up against it with eyes glued to what he was doing.

“And the shorts,” Jordan said, and then dragged his teeth over his lower lip.

Derek unbuttoned his shorts and shoved them and his briefs from his hips, and once he was completely naked Jordan crooked a finger at him.

Derek walked across the tiled floor, conscious of the window-lined wall, and when he arrived opposite Jordan he stopped and looked down at the man, still fully clothed, resting against the tub.

Jordan cocked his head to the side and gazed up from his perch, and Derek was, as always, fascinated by the enigma before him.

No one who met Jordan would ever imagine the side of him that he was about to unleash on Derek, and that was what made him unique.

He was carefree, fun, and effervescent. But as Derek had learned over the course of their on again/off again relationship, when that bedroom door shut and Jordan’s clothes came off, his partner better fucking brace himself, because he’d soon learn what a bright mind and an endless amount of energy could conjure up.

As a tense silence filled the air, Jordan got to his feet and raised his head until his lips were a whisper away from Derek’s jaw.

He breathed out and snapped his teeth shut like he wanted to take a bite of him, and the warmth of his breath and promise of that sound had Derek’s fists clenching by his sides.

Fuck. He hadn’t even touched him yet and Derek’s cock was so hard it hurt.

Without a word, Jordan stepped to the side and walked around behind him.

Derek could see their reflections in the window, but he didn’t need it to know that Jordan was close by.

He could feel the whisper of fabric from his clothes brushing against his naked skin, just as he could sense Jordan’s body heat.

“There are so many things I want to do to you. I’m trying to decide where to begin.”

Derek’s skin broke out in gooseflesh at the illicit pledge as five strong fingers smoothed up the back of his neck and into his hair. Jordan twisted his hand and caught hold of the strands in a firm grip as his lips landed on Derek’s shoulder blade.

“I can’t decide what I want to put in you first.”

Derek panted as Jordan scraped his teeth along his skin and continued to tug and pull at his hair in a sensual massage.

“My tongue. My fingers. Or should I just bypass those and go directly to my cock?”

Derek groaned at the image the words produced, and let his eyes fall shut as Jordan kept right on seducing him.

“Mhmm, or maybe I should start with none of those. Maybe I’ll go and get something to ease you back into the idea of me fucking you all. Night. Long.”

“Jesus, Jordan,” Derek said, and gave up the fight to not touch himself as he wrapped his fingers around the root of his cock.

Jordan ran his fingers down from Derek’s hair to the nape of his neck and dug them into the tense cords of muscle there. It felt amazing as Derek continued to stroke his cock in time with each sharp dig of Jordan’s knuckles.

“I’m going to work this tension out of you one muscle at a time, if need be. So you better settle in and slow down that hand of yours, because we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

Jordan punctuated his vow by sinking his teeth into Derek’s shoulder and flicking his tongue over the tattooed sword that decorated the skin just below. Then he trailed his fingers down Derek’s spine to the crack of his ass and said, “Wash up and meet me in the bedroom. And Derek?”

He waited until he could find his tongue, and then he managed, “Yeah?”

Jordan found his eyes in the window and said, “The first time you come tonight is going to be my way. So don’t even think about getting off in the shower or I’ll send you home. Understand?”

Derek slowly nodded, and Jordan’s inner minx shone through in the grin he flashed, and the way he swatted his ass.

“Good boy.”

JORDAN LEFT THE bathroom with an erection he was sure he could use to drill through fucking concrete, but no. He had other plans for the painfully stiff dick he was trying to calm somewhat.

He had to get away from Derek for a few minutes and get himself under control if he was going to give his guy what he needed.

From the second Derek had stepped off the elevator, the tension radiating off him had been evident. His shoulders had been stiff, his jaw set, and even after stripping down to nothing, his body was held at rigid attention.

Oh yeah, Derek needed to be worked over, and good.

Jordan threw what he wanted on the bed and dimmed the lights as he listened for the shower in the next room. He was dying to know what had happened today, but he knew now wasn’t the time to ask. There would be time for that later.

He looked around the room trying to decide how he wanted the night to go, and when his eyes fell on the chaise lounge he was reminded of the last time they were there in his bedroom and thought it was time to replace that memory.

With a plan in place, Jordan dragged the chaise so it was horizontal with the end of his bed, and then he stripped out of his clothes and waited.

Not too long after, he heard the faucet shut off, and he walked around to situate himself exactly where he intended to start this evening’s performance.

He stretched out along the long line of the chaise, draped an arm over the back of it, and slowly milked his cock as he waited for Derek to join him.

He purposely kept his head turned away from the bedroom door, letting Derek know he was in control and expected him to get his ass over here and on the bed as soon as he was done, and Derek didn’t disappoint.

Within minutes, Jordan caught the tanned muscles of Derek’s physique out of the corner of his eye as he walked between the end of the bed and chaise.

Seated as he was, lounged back with one leg bent and resting against the back of the chair and the other stretched out before him, Jordan knew his body was displayed to Derek like a fucking gourmet buffet.

He tipped his head up, ignoring Derek’s very prominent erection, and when he had his attention he raised an eyebrow and asked, “All clean?” Then he dropped his gaze to the straining cock only inches from his face and added, “I sure hope not. Sit on the bed, Derek.”

Derek didn’t take his eyes off him as he took several steps back, and when the back of his knees hit the mattress, he lowered down until he was seated.

“Spread your legs,” Jordan suggested, but he knew his tone was more of an order, and if Derek’s quick compliance was anything to go by, he sure as hell didn’t mind taking the instruction. “Now show me how you’d fuck my mouth if it was wrapped around you instead of your hand.”

Derek’s eyes dropped to Jordan’s mouth and he made sure to bite and tongue his lips, making them plump and shiny for the man now sliding his large hand up and down his impressive length.

Jordan couldn’t keep his own hand still as he trailed his eyes down Derek’s serious face to his flexing forearm and widespread thighs. He was phenomenal to look at as his hand moved faster, and Jordan had to clamp his own fingers tight at the base of his arousal due to the threat of explosion.

“Stop,” he growled. And just like that, Derek did.

Swinging his legs off the chaise, Jordan got to his feet and took the two steps he needed to be standing directly in front of Derek’s face.