Page 17 of Burly and Honorable

“Is everything okay?” Jordan asks, his brow creased. “Did I do something?”

I reach up and stroke his jaw with my hand. “Jordan, you’re perfect. There’s something I have to do.” Taking a deep breath, I reach up and unclasp my necklace from around my neck.

“Oh,” Jordan says, his brown eyes wide as he watches me. “That’s…”

“I’m ready for the next chapter of my life.” I turn and place the necklace on the top of his dresser. “I’m not going to get rid of it, but I don’t need to wear it anymore. Keenan will always be with me—with both of us. But I’m ready to move on.”

“Hanna,” Jordan exhales, his voice wavering. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” I say, no hesitation. It’s scary, but I know this is right. Jordan said he knew Keenan would want me to move on and find happiness again, and it’s time for me to do that. “Come here.”

Jordan wraps me in his arms, kissing my ear and neck as he holds me. The kiss starts gently but quickly intensifies. When his tongue traces my bottom lip, I shiver. It’s more than the intense, hungry passion of our night in the motel. This time, we have all the time in the world to savor each other, to linger with our passion.

I slide my hands up his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscular chest. His heartbeat thunders against my palm, matching the wild rhythm of mine. I want to feel his skin, to trace the lines of muscle I long to explore. When I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, he catches my hands, and the rough pad of his thumb against my wrist sends sparks dancing up my arm.

“Hanna.” My name on his lips is sexy as hell. His pupils are blown wide, turning his eyes almost black in the dim light. “Are you sure?”

“I need you,” I whisper, capturing his mouth with mine. This kiss is deeper, unrestrained. His hands slide up my back, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. I never realized I could find love again, much less with Jordan.

Jordan draws back to meet my gaze. “We can take this slow,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “We have all night.”

“I don’t want slow.” I guide his hands to the buttons of my blouse. “We have a lifetime for slow. That’s not what I want right now.”

Jordan’s breath catches, and then we’re undressing as fast as horny teenagers. We’re grinning as we fall into bed. Our hands find each other, and we’re lost in a tangle of exploratory caresses and soul-tingling kisses.

“You are so beautiful, Hanna,” Jordan groans, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “So beautiful it hurts.”

I run my fingers through his hair as his lips trace a path along my shoulder. When he lowers his body over mine, skin against skin, the contact makes us both gasp.

“I love you,” he breathes against my neck. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

“Show me,” I moan, spreading my legs and arching my body to his. I run my hands over his back, tracing his muscles with my fingers and then lowering my hands to his butt and pulling him closer.

“You are demanding, aren’t you?” he teases, reaching down and rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock against my slick entrance. I push up, aching to feel his length inside me again, but he chuckles and pulls back, teasing me.

“Please,” I moan.

I reach down and wrap my fingers around his hard length, stroking and guiding him inside me.

“Oh, fuck…” Jordan groans as he enters me, his dark eyes wild. “You’re so tight.”

I thrust my hips up, needing to feel him deep inside me. I wince at his size but wiggle my hips as my core expands to accommodate him.

“More,” I moan, trying to increase our rhythm.

Jordan pins my arms above my head and grins at me. “Slow down, woman,” he says, slowing his pace and taking his time teasing me. He almost withdraws, then presses in slightly, almost enough to stroke my sensitive spot achingly gently, then withdraws again before thrusting deep and hard into me.

“Oh, my God,” I cry out, my body shaking from the orgasm already building inside me. It’s been a long time since I was with Keenan, but Jordan unleashes something different in me. “Please,” I moan, wiggling my hips.

Jordan gives me a slow smile, shifting one hand to keep my hands pinned over my head and using the other to grab a pillow as he raises himself from my body. “Ass up,” he commands.

I lift my hips, and he slides the pillow under me. Then, he thrusts hard into me, hitting every pleasure nerve ending and sliding deeper than I imagined possible.

“Oh!” Everything disappears except Jordan and me, the motion of our bodies and the building pleasure between us.

Jordan’s breath is jagged as he thrusts deeper, and I struggle to match his pace. He alternates shallow thrusts with ones so deep that his balls slap against me.

“Are you close?” he asks, his breathing rapid. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

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