Page 20 of Jordan’s Breakthrough (Unexpected Love #3)

He slowly relaxes, then his attention darts to my plate. “What’s that one?”

I have to force myself to look away to figure out which of the three tacos he’s asking about. “Barbacoa.”

“Is it good?”

I hold out the half-eaten taco without thinking. “Try it.”

He doesn’t blink. Just leans in, wraps his fingers around mine, and takes a bite.

Okay, yeah. It shouldn’t be a big deal to share a taco with Miles, but it is. It so is. His fingers are warm on mine, his lips just inches from my skin, and I’m suddenly a little dizzy. Blood rushes south.

He chews deliberately, taking in the flavors I know are dancing on his tongue. Slowly, his face lightens, and he points at my plate. “That’s delicious,” he mumbles behind a hand.

“Told you.”

I notice a freckle on his lip as he takes a sip of his Orange Crush. “Keep staring at me like that and we’re gonna have a problem,” he says.

I reach for my soda, my cheeks burning. “Sorry, I just… you’re fucking here, Miles. In San Diego. With me.”

“You say that last part like it’s the most surprising.”

“It is!”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? A beautiful guy who flies across three states to be with me? That shit doesn’t happen. Not to me.”

He freezes, chip halfway to his mouth. His eyes soften behind his glasses. “You think I’m beautiful?”

My neck gets even warmer and I squirm in my seat, but I don’t deny it. “You know I do. But yeah, you’re even more beautiful in person. I just... Fuck. I literally can’t stop staring.”

Miles smiles again. “You’re more beautiful in person too. Stole my breath when I first saw you in the bar.”

His confession warms me. The air shifts, and we lean in, our lips brushing.

Miles makes a soft noise of pleasure and presses in for more.

I trace my tongue along his lips, and he immediately opens for me.

Forgetting the tacos, I reach for him, curling my fingers around his neck as we make out, trying to keep from pulling him into my lap.

Miles covers my wrist with one hand. Like he’s holding me in place. Our knees bump, and suddenly I can feel him everywhere. Especially in my pants. It’s almost alarming how quickly my body reacts. It never happens like this.

I break the kiss and look down at my plate, coughing to hide my embarrassment. For a few seconds, I can’t look at him. I poke at my food, heart racing. The food is good, but I’m not interested in it anymore. I want him. Need him. I want his hands on me, mine on his. I want his mouth, his body.

But more than that—more confusing than the desire—is how steady I feel.

Like his presence is a still, deep ocean lapping at my feet and I have no fear of the ground shifting.

I’m sure of things, of him. How are people allowed to feel this happy all the time?

It’s criminal that this isn’t normal for me.

Why can’t it be normal?

For a second, we just sit there. The sounds of the city blur into the background.

My knee brushes his under the table again, because I can’t not touch him.

Miles flicks his gaze at me, a knowing glint in his expression.

I say nothing, nor do I pull away, afraid that if I open my mouth I’ll ask him to strip bare right here.

“Can I just say, you’re not what I expected,” he says finally, his voice timid.

My heart sinks. Is he not feeling the connection like I am? It’s combustible. “I’m not?”

He shakes his head, taking a drink. “It’s your energy, I think. It’s throwing me off. I thought you’d be… I don’t know. More reserved maybe?”

I stifle a laugh. “Oh, trust me, it’s throwing me off too.”

He seems confused.

“I’m riding a high right now, babe.”

He frowns, like he doesn’t believe me. Or maybe he thinks I’m literally high.

I lean in, placing my hand on his knee. “You showing up has thrown me to the fucking moon, Miles. I’m so happy that I don’t even know what to do with myself.

Like it’s…” I shake my head. “I can’t even describe it.

I never feel this way. And then there’s the whole…

uh, other thing?” I raise my brows. “That’s surprising the hell out of me too. ”

I wouldn’t have mentioned it, except Miles already knows how rare desire is for me. He’ll understand how unexpected this is. It dawns on me then that I’ve never had to push myself with him. Not like my other sexual partners. Why is that?

It takes Miles a moment, then his eyes get huge as he glances down, like he’s trying to see my bulge through the table. When our eyes meet again, I nod. He stifles a laugh. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. ” I squeeze his knee. “Tell me you feel it too.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Oh, I’m definitely feeling it.”

Heat spreads through me as we lean in for another kiss, but I’m so fucking happy all I can do is smile against his lips. I want this feeling to last. I want more. So much more.

I want to soak in it forever.

I inch my hand up his thighs, letting my fingers graze the inside. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah.”

We rush back to my car, which is parked in an alley between two buildings.

The second the car door closes, a quiet rushes in. Not an awkward silence—no. The thick, electric, feel-it-in-your-bones kind. I don’t bother starting the engine.

Instead, I turn to him, and his eyes immediately dart to mine, a knowing glint in their depths. But I don’t know what to do. This feeling is all new to me.

Miles leans in first, kissing me softly. My hand curls around the back of his neck. I can taste lime and spice from our tacos, but something else too. Something sweeter, like a promise.

The side of the console jabs into my ribs as I press in, but I don’t care. If I stop kissing him, I’ll get swept away by the waves of the ocean.

His fingers slip under my shirt, and I shudder, arching into him. I’m desperate to get closer, to crawl into his skin if he’d let me.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it home,” I murmur. “Not without your hands on me.”

“Back seat then?” he suggests.

I nod.

We quickly scramble to the back seat, shoving the takeout bags to the floor without a care in the world. This is definitely not how I wanted my first time with Miles to be, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

His eyes search mine as we settle in. Whatever he sees there, it’s enough. He kisses me again, rougher this time. His hands roam my torso, my stomach, heading down to grope me through my jeans. I groan and writhe under him.

“This okay?” he asks.

It is… and it isn’t. I want more, but I don’t know how to ask for it. After a few more kisses, I cover his hand and push harder. He gets the hint.

I touch him too, feeling his length through his jeans. We’re barely keeping it together, grinding against each other in the dark. He’s hard under my palm, hips bucking up for friction.

I reach under his shirt next, exploring hot skin and soft hair across his chest. I didn’t know he had chest hair. The camera hadn’t picked that up.

He’s so solid beneath me. So real. I lift his shirt, but he hesitates.

“What?”

“Just… don’t judge me, okay?”

He’s said this before, but hearing it in person guts me.

I cover his hand on my dick again, pressing down. “Feel that? That’s how much I want you, Miles. Please don’t ever doubt it.”

He doesn’t move, so I kiss him again, waiting until he relaxes before pulling his shirt off. I pull mine off too, and then he’s everywhere. Hands on my skin, mouth on my neck, breath hot and ragged against my jaw. The car is too small, too tight, too hot. Much too hot.

I undo my pants, shucking them and my underwear down.

Miles curses under his breath, doing the same.

Our breath fogs the windows. There’s no finesse, no plan, just friction and heat and something I can’t name.

An aching. A bone-deep need to be with him.

I felt it before, when we masturbated, but this?

To actually feel him? To feel his desire in my hand? On my lips? It’s pure bliss.

I stroke his shaft, wanting to memorize every curve, every ridge. He groans when I brush a thumb over the slit. “You like that?”

“Too much. You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s the point,” I tease.

“Not yet.” He sounds desperate, like he wants to prolong this.

I slow down. Miles touches me too, leaning in to kiss down my throat and chest as he pumps me. I spread my legs, encouraging him to touch my balls. He bends over to suck me, but it’s awkward and impossible in the tight space.

I reach across the front passenger seat to pull the handle on the side until it folds forward. With the extra space, I straddle Miles’ lap. He smiles at me, clearly delighted. It’s still awkward as fuck, with my head pressing into the roof, but I don’t care. I need to be close to him.

“You good?”

He nods. “Incredible.”

I grind against him, and Miles moans loudly, hips lifting to meet mine. “Oh, fuck, Jordan. You feel amazing.”

His fingers dig into my thighs, encouraging me. I rock my hips like I’m riding him, the whole car shaking. Every sound echoes in the small space, tingling across our skin. Our lips crash together as we make out. The air turns wet and heavy with the smell of sex and sweat.

I lean down to kiss his neck. Miles kneads my bare ass as I move atop him, his movements becoming frantic, and his hands are digging into me, like he’s hovering on the edge.

“Come with me,” I plead.

He turns his face, seeking my lips. That’s the final crack for me. The moment his tongue brushes mine, my orgasm crashes down. Pleasure burns from somewhere deep, and my balls ache as they draw up to hug my cock.

Miles groans, lifting his hips and kissing me harder. He tries to get a hand between us, but can’t. “Touch my head,” he pleads.

I do as he says, stroking my thumb over his slick slit.

He gasps against my mouth. “Oh, fuck. Jordan.”

A moment later, hot liquid spills over my hand. Miles shivers when I twist on the upstroke, and I hear a subtle gasp as I lift his balls, drawing out his pleasure. Our kisses slow, becoming softer. Almost tender.

He finally pulls away and our gazes meet. We’re both sticky with sweat, shaking, and breathing like we just ran a mile, but I couldn’t care less. I’m happy. I’m fucking happy.

A crash will come. It always does. But Miles just gave me the biggest anchor of all.

I’ll never forget this. Him showing up cracked something open inside me that I wasn’t expecting.

He gave me light. He always has, but this?

This is unlike anything I’ve felt before. A high I didn’t know was possible.

And it wasn’t even from the sex. It was simply from him showing up at the bar.

Headlights flash down the alley from a car turning into the parking lot. I scramble off him and fumble to find some napkins in the mess. We clean up, then get dressed.

“So,” I drawl with an awkward laugh. “How would you like to meet Clematis now?”