Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1) (16 page)

“I did not break up with him. He broke up with me. Anyway, I may have let you off too easy. I mean, less than a week ago you showed up at my party and now you’re in my bed.” I took a swig of water.

Jordan picked up the bowl of cookies and cream ice cream and paused with the spoon at my mouth.

“Things have a way of working themselves out. I was hoping you would listen to me and give me a chance to explain, but it was also important to me that you believed what I had to say was true, and that you trusted me to be true to you.”

I was surprised at his frank answer and it settled me even more.

After devouring the ice cream, Jordan put the empty tray on the night stand and reached for me again. He pulled me across his middle as I straddled him. Immediately, his erection was steel-hard and pushing against my bottom.

I slid backward onto his thighs and fisted his cock in my hands, sliding it up and down his satiny skin. His engorged cock beaded with pre-cum at the tip. I bent down to lick the droplet as Jordan gathered my hair that fell onto his thighs and abdomen. I looked up to see him staring at my mouth. I licked my lips and went down to lap up the sweet essence of him.

He inhaled sharply and his breathing increased.

Feeling empowered and naughty, I flicked my tongue out and circled the head of his cock several times. I went down on him, taking almost half of his shaft into my mouth.

With our gaze still locked on each other, I repeated the action again and again. With no warning, I increased the motion and let his cock hit the back of my throat. Jordan’s hips came off the bed and I gagged slightly on his huge penis. Adding to his pleasure, I continued my mouth action and lightly rolled his balls in my hand.

“Zoe, fuck!” Jordan was close and I increased the suction of my mouth causing my cheeks to hollow as I exhaled through my nose. His balls pulled up and out of my hand.

“I’m going to come. Christ, babe.”

As his warning of impending eruption neared, I added one finger to his puckered ass and pushed up.

“For fucks sake! Zoe. Fuck!”

His explicit language was music to my ears as his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I greedily gulped the warm liquid that readily slipped down my throat. Slowly, I felt Jordan’s body go languid beneath me and I slipped his cock from my mouth.

He reached for me and cradled me to his chest. His heart was beating a furious staccato beneath my ear. Jordan tilted my chin up and took my mouth in a deep kiss.

“My beautiful woman. You take my breath away.” He pulled me back into his chest as we snuggled against each other.

“Just brushing up on some tricks you taught me.” I grinned as I remembered Jordan telling me how to please him during our few months of sexual intimacy.

“Just so you know, no brushing up needed on that one. You are officially at expert level. Any better, and you would be performing CPR on me.”

I laughed as he swatted me on my ass.

“Come on, Miss Blowjob expert. A shower is in order.” Jordan picked me up off the bed as if I weighed nothing at all and headed to the bathroom.

Leisurely we washed each other with a lemony body wash that was one of my favorites. Jordan inhaled deeply as he turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry me off.

“Do you remember this body wash?” I asked.

“How could I forget? You got a sample from one of your friends and insisted we try it together. You loved it, so I kept supplying you with L’Occitane.” He grinned at me in the mirror.

“Um, if I remember correctly, you had a jar of it sent to me from Nordstrom every month.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“They should be sending a different fragrance every month.”

“They do. You know, we will have to talk about your obsessive disorder, right?” I threw my towel at him and hopped back in bed and under the covers.

Jordan followed close behind and pulled me in his arms as he nudged my legs apart and slid one of his between them.

“Don’t get comfortable. I don’t remember inviting you to spend the night in my bed,” I said as my lids drooped.

He kissed the top of my head. “I waited 10 years to get back in your bed. You will pretty much have to get one of those restraining order you are famous for to keep me out,” he murmured.

I pushed out of his arms to sit straight up in the bed.

“Christ. I’m kidding, babe,” he said as he reached for me again.

I batted his hands away and glared at him.

“Your driver and limo are still outside my house. I need to pack for my trip to San Francisco tomorrow.” I scrambled to get out of bed, but Jordan had a death grip around my waist inhibiting my movement.

He easily pulled me back down to his chest. “I sent the driver away when I made our snack.”

“You went outside naked? Are you out of your mind?” I squealed.

“Or I used my cell phone. Relax, Zoe. Now about tomorrow—I will take you to the airport. The alarm is set, so I can even help you pack. Would you allow me to do that?”

When I did not answer right away, he put his lips to my ear and whispered, “Please, pretty lady?” Not missing a beat to seduce me, he pulled the lobe of my ear into his mouth.

Oh God. Why can’t I resist this man? My pussy was wet and clenching with need again.

As if on cue, Jordan slid his hand down my body and slipped two fingers into me. He pulled out his wet digits and rubbed them across my lips, then lowered his head to kiss my lips, then nuzzled his head into my neck. I arched my head up to give him better access. He slowly made his way down to my breasts, feasting on one, then the other.

“I love your breasts. Plump and beautiful.” He paid homage to the globes, pulling deeply on my nipples.

I moved my leg against his cock which was hard again.

“I don’t have any more condoms, babe,” he said.

“I have in an IUD.”

“So I can’t get you knocked up?”

“I’m 99.9% sure.”

“Even if my boys swim like Michael Phelps?”

“Not even then.”

“What if I gave you an unwanted present, say, like an STD?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know that?” he asked.

“Because you love your cock way too much to take chances without a condom.”

Jordan shouted out a laugh that shook both of us. We laughed at the old joke between us.

When we first became intimate and spoke of birth control, Jordan said that any guy that had sex without a condom must not love his dick very much.

“I don’t want you to regret anything between us. You’ll have a full report of my last blood work that was done a couple of months ago. I have not had sex…”

“I don’t want to know,” I said, covering my ears. It pained me to think of other women that had touched him as intimately as I have.

“I know you’re clean, since there hasn’t been anyone but me,” he said, as he continued to kiss his way down my belly. He paused to dip his tongue in my navel.

“Don’t gloat.”

“Just sayin’.” He pushed my legs apart with broad shoulders then ducked his head between them. His glorious lips latched onto my clit.

I fisted my hands in his hair and held on to his head. Jordan always told me to hold his head in place when he goes down on me so that he doesn’t move if I don’t want him to. It was one way of him doing what I liked without me having to tell him. So I held onto his head like it was my lifeline.

My orgasm knocked my knees from under me and I splintered into a million pieces. My head trashed against the pillow as I begged for mercy.

“Please, please, no more, Jordan, please.” With a heaving chest and short puffs of breath, I whimpered for Jordan to let go of my clit.

“Not going to happen if you don’t let me up, babe.”

Unaware that my hands were still clenched in his hair, he was held firmly between my legs. I gladly let go as he reminded me, but he was grinning.

“Glad you remembered a few things about owning your pleasure. Now it’s almost midnight and you need to sleep.” Jordan pulled the cover over us.

“But what about you? I mean, you need…”

“Oh, I will collect. Goodnight, beautiful Zoe.”

My lids fluttered shut. I fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 16

I woke with the smell of coffee wafting in the air. Actually, it was right in front of my nose. Grateful, I sat up and took a slow sip of the hot, sweet liquid, then another and another. Finally, I opened my eyes and…

“What the hell? Jordan.”

“Well, good morning to you, too. Drink your coffee. You have plenty of time to shower and dress before heading to the airport.” Jordan’s voice was calm, as I tried to grapple with what my eyes were seeing.

Jordan had showered and dressed in a grey tailored suit with a purple shirt and grey tie. He looked like the savvy man that he is. He towered over me as he put a tray of food on my lap. I snapped my mouth shut as I gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes surrounded by long lashes. He moved around my bedroom as if quite familiar with it. Hard to believe last night was the first time he set foot in my home.

“OK. Talk to me, because right now I am freaking out. I don’t even want to know what time it is so I don’t have to panic about that too.” I had more to say to him. A hell of a lot more, but right now I was hungry, still sleepy and in need of some answers.

“What would you like to know?” he asked calmly as he walked to my closet and took down my suitcase, put it on the bed and went back to the closet.

“Would you get the hell out of my closet?” I almost yelled at him as I shoveled a piece of scrumptious toast with fig preserves in my mouth.

Jordan came to the closet door and leaned against the frame. With feet crossed at his ankle and arms folded over his chest, he cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Why are you dressed?”

“Because I can’t stay naked all day.” His smart remark did not help my anxiety level.

“I mean, where did you get clothes, and how come I didn’t hear the alarm, and what time is it? Because I simply can’t miss my flight. I have too much going on today.” I moved the tray and got out of bed. My hair was hanging down to my breasts in disarray and I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.

“Zoe, trust me to take care of you. I said I would make sure you got up in time and I have. Now if you dilly-dally about your shower and doing your hair and makeup, you may have to miss seeing me pack your suitcase for your trip.” He sauntered back into my closet.

I bolted into the shower, and in record time, my hair and makeup were done.

“I know you are not one for power suits, but I rather like this one. It will be perfect for the great weather in San Francisco.” Jordan held up a gorgeous buttercup color pencil skirt suit with a baby blue silk blouse. The jacket was short and flirty but professional.

“Where did you get those clothes?” I eyed him wearily.

“From your closet.”

“Yes, but I mean, I should know my own clothes…you know what, never mind.” I grabbed the clothing from him and put them on. I paired the suit with a pair of Vince Camuto peony pumps from my closet. At least I knew these were mine. I bought them a couple weeks ago on one of Mia’s shopping spree trips. Back in the bedroom, I slipped a long silver necklace over my head and put in matching earrings that complimented the outfit.

“Well, that should about do it for you. You look absolutely gorgeous.” Jordan had my suitcase in his hand and headed to the door.

I rolled my eyes as he walked past me. I was so totally fucked for this trip. Why in the hell did I agree that he should spend the night? God only knew what he packed for me. I had no one to blame but myself, so if something was forgotten, I’d just have to buy it when I got there. I dashed in the living room and grabbed my phone, purse, and computer bag and headed to the garage.

“What the hell?” I muttered.

Jordan was standing at the front door waiting for me. His driver and black Range Rover was in my driveway.

Again, I was too rushed to care. I walked past him with a glare in my eyes.

He smiled and patted my ass.

I looked at the driver, but thankfully he was conveniently looking anywhere but at us. I slid in the back seat and Jordan sat beside me.

He reached for my hand, squeezing gently, then ran his thumb over my knuckles.

Grateful that I was on my way to the airport, I gave him a weak smile.

“I need to call Andre,” I said and reached for my phone.

“Here, allow me.” Jordan pulled my phone from the inside pocket of my purse and swiped the screen.

I must remember to use the zipper on my purse.

“I’m not sure he is available,” Jordan said as he handed me the phone.

“How would you know anything about my staff and their schedule? He always calls me if there are important meetings or a trip coming up. It’s just weird that he’s not picking up.” I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the screen to make sure I was calling the correct number then put it back to my ear. “It went straight to voicemail. I better call Veronica to see what’s going on.” I pulled the phone from my ear again and scrolled through to find her number.

Jordan placed his hand over mine.

I looked up at him with raised brows.

“Babe. It’s almost eight. Your flight was at seven. Andre is well on his way. I sent him on the flight,” Jordan calmly said as he flipped down a sleek compartment from the back of the passenger seat in front of him and opened it to a computer with his company logo.

Jordan Dawson Enterprises.

I put my head on the headrest behind me. Jordan was consulting with something on the computer, but he sensed that I was looking at him. He had the audacity to flash his ‘panty dropping smile’ as Veronica calls it, and winked.

“Please tell me what else is going on. I don’t have time for all these surprises. And how the hell am I getting to my meetings on time?” I asked.

“You will be taking my company jet and will make it there on time as it will fly faster than the commercial airline. A car will take you straight to your first meeting where you will meet up with Andre.” He seemed happy to deliver the news flash for my change in plans.

“Here’s the deal, Jordan Dwight Dawson.” I squinted my grey eyes at him. “Before yesterday, I did not have a personal chef, slash personal groomer, slash person to pack my suitcase for me. Nor did I have someone to rearrange my schedule. And how the hell did Andre not freak out when I didn’t show up for my flight?”