* * *
Linc hung up from his last call. A glance at his phone told him it was almost six p.m., and it had been a long day starting with their early flight to Florida.
While he worked, he’d been constantly aware of Jordan’s presence. She’d disappeared into her room to unpack, then returned to sit outside on the terrace, wearing a bikini bathing suit as she walked past him. The scent of coconut sunscreen wafted behind her, leaving him in a painful state of arousal.
He’d set up his laptop at the table by the sliding glass doors, taking advantage of the ocean view. But instead of watching the waves, he’d been distracted by Jordan’s sexy curves.
She’d surprised him by ordering them a late lunch, which he ate while on the phone, and she took hers to her lounge chair. She’d remained outside for an hour, then came back in and said she planned to take a shower and lie down for a nap.
Only then had he been able to concentrate on business.
He shut down his laptop and rose to his feet, stretching with a groan. He’d wanted to crash early, but they needed to eat a decent meal. Mr. Chow was downstairs, and if Jordan was in the mood for Asian cuisine, they could eat in the hotel.
He walked to her room and knocked on the closed door. When she didn’t answer, he let himself into the darkened room, the only light coming from the sheer drapes covering the sliding glass door leading to the terrace.
She lay on her side, her body covered by the white fluffy hotel robe, her long legs peeking out from beneath the hem. Her hair was damp and her lips slightly parted. He couldn’t deny the emotional tug in his heart as he looked at her or the kick of desire rushing through him. None of which was appropriate for a man who valued their relationship above all else. But he was drawn to her in ways well beyond friendship.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and slid the back of his hand over her cheek. “Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”
Her eyelashes fluttered and her blue eyes met his. “Hey,” she murmured. “What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
“I guess I needed that nap.” She pushed herself up against the pillows behind her, and the sudden move shifted her robe. The tie had loosened in her sleep and the sides parted, revealing the swells of her breasts, creamy skin and full mounds he was dying to hold in his hands.
He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat to alleviate the pressure of his erection against the stiff material of his shorts. “How’s your head?” he asked in a gruff voice.
“Better, thanks.” She smiled and it reached her eyes, telling him she was okay.
“Good. Are you hungry? Because I was thinking we could go downstairs for dinner.” If he could stand without showing her his hard-on, he thought, swallowing a groan.
“I’m starving,” she said.
So was he. Starving for her.
He met her gaze, unable to look away or break their connection. She stared back with what started as curiosity and turned to something more the longer it went on. Desire now pulsed hot and heavy through his veins, and from the flush in her cheeks, she felt the same way.
This time they were both sober. And this time they wouldn’t stop at a kiss.
“We really shouldn’t,” she said into the heavy silence surrounding them. Her tongue darted out, sliding over her bottom lip, and he groaned.
“Probably not.” Still, he leaned closer. The scent of the hotel shower gel, a different floral aroma than her usual fragrance, reached him and caused his dick to stiffen further.
Her eyes darkened, and she lifted a hand, placing it on his chest but not pushing him away. “But I want to anyway,” she whispered.
He swallowed hard. “So do I.” Regrets, recriminations, and putting things back together could come after.
Never breaking eye contact, her hands went to her robe and she released the tie, letting the top gape open and giving him a full view of those breasts and peach-colored nipples he was dying to pull into his mouth.
“Take off the robe,” he said in a gruff voice he barely recognized.
“I guess that answers one question,” she said in a teasing voice. “You’re bossy in bed, too.” But she didn’t hesitate to separate the robe and reveal the rest of her completely naked body.
He sucked in a shallow breath at the sight of her well-groomed pussy.
Then, she sat up and shrugged off the robe, pulling it out from beneath her and tossing it onto the floor. She lay back on the white bedding, her pale skin glowing and her dark hair falling, grazing her shoulders.
“Fuck, Jordan, you’re gorgeous.”
Her eyes glittered with appreciation. “Thank you. Now how long do I have to wait to see you?”
“Not long.” He undressed, aware of her watching him, her gaze taking in his body and zeroing in on his erect cock. Grasping himself, he pumped his hand up and down his shaft, doing his best to get hold of his desire.
“Linc,” she whispered, reaching out and swiping her fingers over the pre-come on the tip.
He jerked at her touch and dove onto the bed, pinning her onto the mattress with his body, his dick pressing against her belly. He consumed her mouth with his, sucking on her tongue and sweeping around inside. Her nails scored down his back, and his hips jerked at the good kind of pain.
He continued to kiss her, pausing to taste her. He trailed his lips over her cheek, nibbled along her jaw, and licked behind her ear until she was writhing and moaning beneath him, but he wasn’t finished. Not yet.
Moving downward, he pulled one tight nipple into his mouth and teased her mercilessly, tugging on the tip and grazing it with his teeth. She gripped his head in her hands and yanked on the strands, so he soothed her with gentle laps of his tongue before turning his attention to the neglected breast and giving it the same treatment. Tasting her was the answer to many of his dreams, and he still had more of her to indulge in.
Without giving her warning, he rolled off her and rose to his feet.
“What are you doing?” She sounded panicked at the thought of him stopping, and he chuckled, grasping her legs and pulling her to the end of the bed.
He lowered himself to his knees. “I’m getting comfortable,” he said, and spread her legs wide before settling himself between them. Then, dipping his head, he slid his tongue along her slit and was rewarded with her prolonged moan.
She tasted delicious, and he continued his assault, licking around her folds and teasing her everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. He held her open and dipped his tongue inside her, keeping her legs wide with his hands. Her soft sighs and moans had him pulsing hard, dying to plunge into her and give them both relief.
But first he intended to make her come.
Switching his focus to her clit, he sucked on the tiny bud, and she began writhing on the bed. Never alleviating the pressure, he slipped one finger inside her and began pumping it in and out, her slick walls coating him in her juices, her warmth clasping around him.
“Oh, God.” She arched her back, her hips lifting against his mouth, and he inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, the pads of his fingers finding the sweet spot inside her.
He rubbed there and she detonated, coming apart, grinding herself against his face, calling his name.
* * *
Jordan struggled to catch her breath as Linc eased up on the bed and helped her slide to the center of the mattress. Tremors still rippled through her, and from the heated look in his eyes, they weren’t finished. Which was a good thing, because as hot as her orgasm had been, she still felt empty and needed him inside her.