Page 71 of Burn Point

Then she moved our hands to her other breast, before drifting them down together to the warm space between her legs. She parted her legs, draping her top leg over mine, our fingers sliding together through her wet folds. My dick pulsed against her ass with her sharp inhale.

Our hands slid together, with her guiding us, drawing her wetness around her sweet cunt until she slid one finger inside of her, drawing out and guiding me back to join her.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she crooned. This woman undid me, showing me what she liked, guiding me on how to pleasure her, opening up to let me see how she’d done this to herself while we’d been apart.

“That’s it, baby, show me what you like,” I rasped in her ear, finding that favorite spot again with my mouth.

Together we fingered her, her hips flexing to meet each dive in.

I pulled back and shifted so that my dick was sliding against our hands. She pulled her hand away from mine, her fingers brushing my length while I dove mine back into her. I groaned at the exquisite torture of being so close to her heat and not being inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Nate, I need you inside me,” she pleaded.

I shifted and slid into her, her tight heat clamping around me, feeling so damn good I nearly came with the first thrust.

“Oh shit, Jordan, we forgot a condom.” I jerked twice, unable to stop moving within her.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Don’t you dare stop now.” She gasped.

I rose on an elbow to see her face. “Are you sure? Because if we don’t stop now, I don’t know that I can. You feel too good.”

I’d never gone bareback with anyone, and it felt so fucking good I was sure I’d be a two-pump chump and be making up for it the rest of the day. This woman was destroying me, taking me to new places, opening me up, diving deep into my heart with her sweetness. I could fall so hard for her.

Jordan grabbed my hand and slid my fingers to her clit as she arched back into me.

Fuck.

“Fuck me, Nate,” she demanded.

I lost myself to her, to our bodies moving together in a slow grind. Our hands working together, I rubbed her clit and she split her fingers over where we joined so that every time I withdrew, I felt the slide of her fingers over my dick.

“God damn, Jordan. That feels amazing.”

Our hips pumped together, and it was too much. My balls drew up and I fought for control until she cried out, clamping down around me. She arched back and I gave a hard thrust, burying myself in her, and let go, coming so hard little stars glittered behind my eyes. Jesus, she was going to be the death of me.

Never had sex been so good. Maybe it was our connection. Maybe it was that she knew me, that she saw me. Whatever the reason, this woman, this sweet, kind, caring woman turned me inside out, and made me want things I’d never wanted before.

I snuggled her close to me, kissing along her perfect jaw.

“Best way to wake up in the history of ever,” she said with a sigh.

We lay for a few minutes, letting our breathing return to normal and then she squirmed. I pulled out and rolled out of bed, she climbed out and met me at the end of the bed, hustling to get to the bathroom.

I trapped her in a hug, and she giggled, “Move, you big lug, before I make a mess all over myself.”

“I’ll clean you up.” I vowed, dragging her into the bathroom and pushing her into the shower.

Chapter 20

Jordan

The view out the window over Nate’s kitchen sink was a glorious one. Not only was the grass vibrant and green, but his little garden was thriving, despite the late June heat. Washing dishes, with a view of shirtless Nate tending his vegetables, had quickly become my favorite part of the morning in the few days I’d been back. There was something so domesticated about watching him do his chores. On his shift day, I’d volunteered to take care of nurturing his plants for him. His answering grin and giant bear hug had been worth the few minutes of work added to my own daily routine.

The days we spent together, we worked around his house, or I’d go help him with his side business during the day and work on my edits in the evening, and then get caught up or ahead on the nights he was on duty. But every night that he was home was filled with consuming passion.

Nate was the sun, and I was firmly in his orbit.

My cell phone pinged with an incoming message. I snagged a towel, not taking my eyes off Nate, and dried my hands before grabbing the phone from the counter.

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