Page 25 of Jordan’s Breakthrough (Unexpected Love #3)

MILES

W e get back to Jordan’s motorhome just after nine. The sky is clinging to the last remnants of hazy twilight, making everything look like a dream. This was my favorite part of the day when I lived in Michigan. All those fireflies. My heart sometimes aches for it.

Jordan unlocks the motorhome, then holds the door open for me. Clematis darts out from under the table like she’s been waiting for us all night, then promptly ignores us when she sees me.

I huff. “Jordan, make your cat like me.”

Jordan snickers. “She will.”

His tone suggests it’s inevitable.

Jordan hangs his keys on the hook by the door, then slides out of his shoes. I do the same, then go to the bathroom while Jordan puts the rest of the food away.

When I come back out, the wine is on the counter, along with two stemless wine goblets.

“Did you still want some?” he asks.

“As long as you promise not to make fun of me.”

Jordan tosses me a bottle opener. “Pour me some.”

I uncork the bottle and fill the goblets, taking a sip. “Oh, that’s good,” I say, reading the bottle. It’s a red Cabernet with deep undertones.

“I would hope so. You ordered it.”

“Hey, I didn’t look very close when I ordered. I was trying to be fast. But damn. That really is good.” I take another swig, then another.

My spirits are high. I can’t stop smiling. Tonight had been so lovely, sitting on the cliffside watching the gorgeous sunset. It was dreamy and romantic and overall pretty perfect. Especially with Jordan. This man is everything I’ve wanted in a partner.

And to think Jordan believes his depression will scare me off? He doesn’t know me at all if he thinks that’s true.

After putting the last of the food away, Jordan sinks onto the couch with a quiet sigh, stretching his legs out. He seems so tired and relaxed, shirt partly riding up, and socks removed. He looks good. Really good.

I stare at him for a beat too long before handing him his glass and sitting next to him. “To seaside sunsets.”

He clinks my glass. “And honesty.”

I hum, taking a sip. “Mmm, yes. And honesty.”

Jordan places a hand on my thigh as we drink. He’s quiet now, attention elsewhere. Not sad, just thoughtful. I’m not sure I’ve seen his sad face in person yet.

Jordan’s wine is gone after only a few swallows. Mine takes longer, but at halfway gone, it’s already blurring the edges and loosening me up. My usual insecurities are shifting to the backdrop.

I stare at Jordan. At his long, shiny hair and smooth face, and a warm bubble fills me. “You’re so pretty.”

He turns to me, surprised.

I drape an arm along the back of the couch as I turn to stroke his beautiful hair. “I love your hair.”

He seems amused, one brow arching. “You’re feeling the wine, aren’t you?”

I smirk and lean in. “You’re like Conan, and I always had a crush on Conan.”

The edges of Jordan’s lips turn up, his hand sliding a little further up my leg. His finger grazes the inside of my thigh.

I finish my glass, then get up to pour some more.

The air in the room is somehow thicker now.

Warmer. I tug at my shirt, pulling it off.

Wandering to the table, I admire his plants as I drink.

The names of them elude me, but I touch each leaf gingerly, wishing I could have even a fraction of his collection.

“These are pretty,” I say, admiring a flowering vine near the window. I gently rub the petals against my face. “And soft. Your plants are soft, Jordan.”

He chuckles.

When I wander back to the living room, Jordan’s attention is fixated on me, eyes hooded. He’s watching me hungrily, wetting his lips. And I realized it’s because at some point, I’d shed my pants and underwear too. I’m completely naked in front of him.

Heat courses through me as I look down at my soft, round body. It’s the first time he’s really seen me this way. I’d gotten undressed for bed last night in the dark. I changed in private. I didn’t shower with him this morning. All things I know Jordan has noticed, but hasn’t commented on.

And now I can’t hide. I chew my lip before glancing up, and suddenly, none of that seems to matter now. The way Jordan is looking at me—at all of me—is with pure longing. Desire. Need.

It surprises me.

Jordan sets his goblet on the side table, then scoots to the edge of the couch. “Come here.”

I go to him, unsure of what to expect. Jordan places his large, warm hands on my hips, pulling me even closer, so he can kiss my heated skin.

“Jordan.” I pull away, but he stops me.

“Let me,” he pleads.

He kisses me again, first my stomach, then each of my thighs. The entire time, his hands are exploring me. Touching, pleasing, stroking. Desire stirs quickly, my cock hardening. He licks my tip, flicking his tongue over my slit, and my jaw drops as he swirls his tongue around the head.

I forget everything else except for the man in front of me. Jordan doesn’t rush. Doesn’t fumble. He licks up both sides of my cock, then my thighs, my stomach again. He kisses me everywhere, before finally, blissfully, taking my cock down his throat. I gasp at the sudden heat.

Jordan blows me like he wants to make my toes curl. When a strand of hair gets in his mouth, I use both hands to pull his hair away, twirling it around my wrist. It somehow connects us even more. I can’t look away, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “So beautiful.”

He lifts his gaze, and what I see makes my heart stutter.

This isn’t about him blowing me. This isn’t even about my release. It’s about him making me feel wanted. Seen. Making me believe that I’m being touched because I’m worth it.

Jordan is worshiping me.

“Make love to me,” I blurt.

He stands, slanting his mouth over mine in a passionate kiss. “I’m trying to, baby.” He kisses down my neck to my shoulder before whispering, “Touch me back.”

I do, fumbling with his pants until they fall away. I catch a glimpse of the Pervy Plants underwear and grin. Maybe he was hoping for this tonight. To be with me.

I pull his shirt off too, sliding my hands up and down his torso before touching his cock. That’s when his meaning becomes clear. Trying.

Jordan isn’t hard.

Jordan deepens the kiss, arms and hands tight around me, as if delivering a message. And somewhere in my foggy drunk brain, I receive it. His softness isn’t because of me. It’s not my body. It’s him, his mind being a bully.

I let go of him, touching his face and kissing him back. With my other hand, I cup his ass, pressing our hips together.

Jordan groans, both in pleasure and frustration. He grips my waist, but doesn’t move. Just holds me. Like he’s anchoring himself there, right at the curves I’ve always been ashamed of.

I don’t flinch. Don’t shy away from his touch. Because for once, I know I’m safe. I’m wanted. I’m desired.

I need to make him feel the same. I bend to suck on a nipple, then the other. With my free hand, I cup his balls.

“You,” he breathes. “Miles, just. You .”

And that? The way his voice cracks? It hits somewhere behind my ribs.

“Remember what I said about intimacy? You don’t need to be hard to make love to me.”

Jordan shakes his head. “Not like how I want to, though. I want to be inside you. I want to bury myself in you. Make us one. I want to make love to you.” He lowers his voice, repeating what I’d said only minutes ago.

I grab his hand. “Come on.”

We walk toward the bed and lie down together. It doesn’t occur to me until we’re already comfortable facing each other that Jordan left the light on. He’d left the light on! I’ve never had sex with the light on.

Jordan rubs my thigh, my side. Slowly moving up my stomach to my chest. Our gazes lock. It’s so intimate and so raw as he touches me; I swear I can feel his heart beating. My whole body thrums like a live wire. Like one small move and I’ll topple over the edge before he can join me.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice is rough, full of desire. “And you make me feel incredible, you know that? You always have. Like I’m… fuck, I don’t even know.”

I kiss him again. How can I not with words like that? I reach down to palm him. He’s hardening, but slowly. I smear the small amount of precum around his head and tease the slit. He groans into my lips, pulling me closer and hitching my leg over his thigh.

“Keep doing that.”

I bend to suck on his neck, licking a trail up to his ear. He thrusts forward, and when our cocks rub, I fist us together, enjoying the way he moves and writhes under me. There’s so much desire and need in his touch, it’s driving me wild.

I twist on the upstroke, earning a deep moan. Jordan rolls me to my back, positioning himself between my legs but holding his weight so he can watch as I stroke us together. His hips rock, mouth parted.

“Miles!” he pants. “Shit.”

He sounds almost relieved as he fumbles in his nightstand for a bottle, coating us with lube, then gasps when I wrap my hand around us again. He’s so big, so thick, and so incredibly hard.

I let go of him, pulling him closer until our bodies move together.

He grinds down hard, tongue driving into my mouth with equal pressure.

I dig a heel into his ass, craving more.

Honestly, I don’t care anymore about him fucking me because this is exquisite.

He slides both hands under my shoulders, holding me as he rocks his hips.

The pressure is divine. I drop my head back as he kisses down my neck to suck on my collarbone.

“Jordan,” I breathe, fisting his hair. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come.”

He pulls away immediately. “I want…” he trails off, frustrated.

“Whatever you want, just do it.”

He hesitates. “I don’t have any condoms.”

I grin a little. “It’s okay. I’m on PrEP.”

His mouth slams on mine as he hitches one leg up. His fingers fumble with the bottle again, then he stretches me quickly, but I don’t care. Soon, he’s holding his weight over me as he drives in hard, like he’s afraid he won’t last long.