Page 70 of Burn Point

“Let’s try this my way again.” I slid over him, coating him, rubbing my clit, drawing a moan from us both.

Nate blindly reached for the condom, ripping the package open with his teeth and holding it to me. I raised a brow at him, taking it from his fingers and rolling it over his hard length.

Then I shifted and slowly sank onto him.

“You feel so good.”

“You are perfect.”

Our words mingled on breathless sighs. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I began to move.

His hands splayed wide on my hips, then shifted to grip my ass, holding me still as he pumped inside of me.

“Jordan, I want this to last, but I don’t know if I can. You feel too perfect.” He was so right, this moment, us, was perfect. I was in awe as I rode him. Not wanting to end this perfect moment, and at the same time wanting to drive us both crazy so we could do it again.

I dropped down hard on him, causing us both to groan, and shifted a hand to rub my clit. His drifted up to play with my breasts, then he sat up and his mouth was on me, lavishing one nipple at a time. One palm splayed up my side as he took my mouth in a searing kiss.

Done with my playing, he turned us over, taking control. His arms braced on either side of my head, he began pumping inside of me with hard strokes, taking us both to the edge.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I met him thrust for thrust. And then, he shifted the angle and hit a new spot, causing me to clench around him. “There. Again,” I gasped.

Nate repeated the movement with a roll of his hips and my core went tight as my orgasm shimmered. “I’m so close, Nate.”

Two more pumps and my second orgasm claimed me, my body tightening on his as we both groaned our release.

We lay spent for a moment, the warm weight of his body anchoring me to the bed. Eventually, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. Being with him had been worth the wait, and better than I’d ever imagined. And now that we’d taken this step, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was ruined for anyone else.

Chapter 19

Nate

Morning birdsong woke me, and two things immediately registered. Jordan’s lush body was pressed to mine. And this was real.

I’d missed everything about her while she was on her trip. Our morning coffee on the porch, our evenings with a beer and a game, her scent and voice always floating through my house. That she was here, now, in my bed, was perfection.

She lay with her back pressed against me, so I shifted, rolling to my side, sliding my arms around her, spooning her.

I tucked my hand against her stomach, letting my thumb drift over her soft skin, and buried my face in her neck. This spot just below her ear was my favorite. Every time I touched it, or brushed my lips over it, her body shivered. I didn’t know if she even realized it.

I nibbled across her shoulder, getting the delightful reaction of her shifting her ass back to press against my crotch. My dick grew rock hard.

Leaning into her, I inhaled deeply, shifting my legs to cradle her body with mine. I drifted my hand over her body, cupping her soft breast, my thumb grazing her nipple in a leisurely back and forth.

Her head turned slightly, so I moved my head, and was rewarded with a soft kiss pressed to my jaw.

“Morning, big spoon,” she whispered.

I chuckled. “Morning, little spoon.” My voice was low and raspy with sleep.

I lay my head next to hers on her pillow, closing my eyes and relishing this closeness. She slid her arm over mine, entwining our fingers, and her legs parted, weaving between mine. We were completely wrapped around each other.

Had I ever been this content in my life?

Had I ever felt this close to anyone?

Could I trust that she wouldn’t leave me behind?

I continued brushing her nipple with my thumb, focusing on the feel of her to chase away my insecurities. With a gentle pressure, she placed her thumb on mine, guiding me.

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