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“Come for me, Hurricane,” Jordan mumbles, his fingers moving faster, the pressure so terrifyingly intense I try to move away from it. But Jordan growls against me, increasing the pressure of his hand on my belly, and I’m locked in place. “Make it messy, Jo. Fucking soak me.” He sucks hard at my clit and rubs me from the inside with so much force I come with a gush and a scream.
“Oh my fucking goddddd,” I moan out, grinding my hips against Jordan’s face as he grunts against me, working me through my orgasm and licking me clean. When the waves finally subside, I collapse back bonelessly, my heart thundering against my ribs, my chest heaving. Jordan places a kiss on my clit and crawls up my body, collapsing next to me. We’re sprawled on the floor like shipwreck survivors, the only sound in the room is our panting breaths.
“What the actual fucking fuck was that?” I gasp out.
Jordan rolls his head towards me, smiling slyly. “You’ve never squirted before?”
I stare at him. “No, I’ve never...” I trail off. “I thought that was a myth.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Tell that to the puddle on the floor.”
“The puddle on the—” I shoot up to look for myself, and yep, there’s a puddle, right on the floor between my legs.
Jordan pulls me back down, rolling on top of me and pressing his lips to mine, licking inside my mouth so I can taste us both together on his tongue and shit, that’s hot. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs against my mouth. “The way you gushed for me, Jo Jo? It made me hard all over again.” He drops his hips so I can feel his already hardening cock.
“Whatever does it for you, I guess,” I say incredulously, still a little shaken by the intensity of it all.
“You do it for me,” Jordan says, peppering kisses all over my neck, nipping at my collarbone, and finally taking my mouth again in a long, slow kiss that makes me forget everything except for the way we feel together. “Now there is nothing I would love more than to be naked with you all day, but you have to finish packing, and I have to feed you before you go to work and dream up new ways to make kids love science, and I go to the hospital and probably do some surgeries that will make me perish from boredom.”
“I forgot about breakfast! What are we having?”
“I’m making omelets and pancakes. That way we can share, the way you like.”
I beam at him, warmth spreading from the top of my head right down to my toes. “You remembered I like to share breakfasts?”
He gives me a soft smile. “I remember everything about you. Now go. Pack. But don’t get dressed. I like the idea of a naked breakfast.”
I dramatically trail my gaze up and down his naked body. What an absolute perfect specimen of man he is. And he’s mine. “A naked breakfast sounds like exactly what the J’s Summer of Fun needs.”
“Fucking right it is.” Jordan lifts up a hand, and I slap him five before he goes back to the kitchen, and I finish packing, existential crisis almost entirely forgotten.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
JORDAN
“Maybe we should have brought him with us.”
The look on Jo’s face makes me think she’s about three seconds from asking me to turn the car around. I would do literally anything for her, but I draw the line at driving back to New York to rescue a plastic dinosaur when we’re half an hour from my parents’ house.
I also know she’s nervous.
I reach over and lay a hand on hers. She immediately flips her hand over, lacing our fingers together and resting them on her thigh. My heart pounds at the contact. It always does when I’m near her. Or thinking about her. Or doing anything that has to do with her. I squeeze her hand, wishing I could pull her into a hug.
“It’s okay to be nervous, Jo.”
“I’m not nervous. It’s just how are we going to take our daily Dippy picture if he’s not here with us?”
I turn and give her a wink. “I took three pictures in advance. One for each day we’ll be gone.”
She sits up straight. “You did not.”
“Of course I did. I would never break the Dippy picture streak.”
I’m looking at the road, but I can feel her staring at the side of my face. “No one is this lucky,” she mutters.
“Something you want to share with the class, Jo Jo?”
“It’s just that I think it’s possible I am the luckiest person in the entire world.”
