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Her tongue skates across her bottom lip in a nervous move. “W-why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to pop that perfect cherry right here against the side of my truck. It’s mine, princess. I want it.”

“Jordan,” she whispers, heat flaring in her eyes.

“Get in the truck.”

She stares at me for a long moment and then slowly, intentionally reaches for the door handle.

I want to roar in triumph. This pretty little princess is mine.

Chapter Five

Sutton

My heart pounds like a battle cry as I follow Jordan through the garage into his kitchen, my fingers linked with his. The whole way here, neither of us said anything. I was afraid he might change his mind if I spoke up, so I just…didn’t.

But when he reached for my hand, brushing his lips with mine, that fear faded to nothing. He doesn’t regret what happened back there. And he doesn’t regret bringing me here, either.

We should probably talk about this, but I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. He isn’t telling me no right now, and that’s enough for me. For now.

We’re barely over the threshold before he’s dragging me into his arms, his breath ragged, as if he’s struggling to hold himself in check. I tip my head back, just as desperate as he is. Just as eager.

“You taste like fucking sugar,” he groans, licking into my mouth as if he’s trying to steal my taste for himself. He squeezes my ass in his big hands, growling softly. “Jesus, princess. This ass has gotten even more perfect.”

“You mean it’s grown,” I gasp as he attacks my throat with hungry kisses. He nips and bites, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. Who knew that could feel so good? Or, perhaps, it’s simply that it’shimthat intensifies the pleasure. It’sJordan’shands on my ass. It’s his teeth in my skin.

“Yeah.” He bites the side of my throat again, slipping his hands beneath my shirt. I groan at the electric feel of his palms against my bare skin. “It’s grown more goddamn perfect.”

“You’ve grown, too. Bigger.”

“Worked out a lot,” he grunts, yanking my shirt up over my head before his lips trail across my collarbone and onto my chest. “Christ, Sutton. I missed you more than you know, princess.”

“I missed you, too.” A lump of emotion wells in my throat, threatening to choke me. But I don’t know what to do about it. Now doesn’t really seem like the time to ask him any of the fifty questions I want to ask him. What if he stops? What if he backs off, and I never know what it’s like to be his in this way? Unthinkable. So I don’t ask him any of those questions. I don’ttell him how much I regret trusting my brother. Instead, I tangle my fingers up in his shirt, pulling him closer. “Show me how much, Jordan. Make me yours.”

“Plan on it,” he growls, hauling me up into his arms. His lips come down on mine in another drugging kiss as he practically bolts up the stairs, putting all those muscles to work. He doesn’t even break a sweat by the time we reach the top…but I’m sweating. And shivering. Moaning, too.

I see his bedroom in flashes and slivers. A thick black rug beneath our feet as he stalks across the room. Big windows spilling light across us as we tumble onto the oversized bed in a tangle of limbs. A sleek black headboard as he pins me beneath him. And then I see nothing but him. He blots out everything as he straddles my legs, hauling his shirt off over his head.

I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times…but it’s different this time.He’sdifferent this time. Bigger, like I said. New tattoos have joined the old, covering damn near every inch of his golden skin. They’re vivid and bold, telling parts of his story in a way only those who know him best can hear.

“Beautiful,” I choke, reaching out to touch him. My palm lands against his abdomen, which flexes beneath my fingers.

His eyes fall to half-mast, a soft groan tumbling from his lips. “Damn, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” My gaze flits to his, my lips curving into a smile. I slip my hand downward inch by inch until it covers the massive bulge in his sweats. “Does this feel good too?”

“Fuck.” He bucks against my hand, his steely eyes wild now. “Don’t tease me, princess. You’ll have my coming in my pants again instead of where I belong.”

“Wh…” I pause, licking my lips, dizzy at the thought of him coming on himself for me. “Where do you belong?”

He holds my gaze as he slips his hand between us, cupping my pussy in a possessive grip. “Right fucking here.”

I moan. Loudly.

“You know it’s mine, don’t you?”

“I…I…”

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