Mustang Sassy (17 page)

She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him while flames of desire licked through her chest. Throwing her head back as she clutched his shoulders, Sass had never felt anything so wonderfully satisfying as Jordan’s lips latched on to her. That is, until those lips tasted other parts of her, each lick and kiss feeling better than the last. He trailed kisses between her breasts while she held onto his broad shoulders, reminded once more of how incredibly built he was. Damn he was strong. Strong and stupidly sexy.

His lips reached lower and lower until his tongue slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, making her squeal.

“I want to taste you.” His voice was husky and low with need.

The words alone sent pulses of desire from belly to clit and she gladly let him pull her off the ledge in order to remove her shorts and panties. With his toe he pulled a chair over beside him, grabbed his T-shirt from it, and placed it on the ledge. Then he lifted her back up. “Wouldn’t want you to get slivers in that sweet little ass of yours.”

She couldn’t answer because she was too caught up in his hypnotic gaze, never breaking eye contact as he sat down in front of her and pushed her knees apart. His heavy lids drooped and he bent forward, his lips on her inner thigh, nibbling at the sensitive flesh while his two-day-old beard scratched places that made her ache. With a groan, she gripped the rail, eyes fluttering open and closed, a kaleidoscope of clouds, sky, and trees dancing across her vision. She’d never done anything like this before, out in the open, so…exposed. Everything was heightened, the texture of the wooden rail beneath her fingertips, the caress of the breeze against her skin, drawing goose bumps along the length of her arms.

Jordan.

She glanced down, her breath coming in short little pants as he moved his attention from one thigh to the next, his mouth inching ever closer to her center. She ached to let go. Of the ledge. Of herself. Of everything. She longed to tumbled back into the abyss and give in to the danger of her precarious position.

“Ah!”

Oh, yes. He touched her clit with his tongue and she surrendered to him—his lips, mouth, and hands—completely. Pleasure wrapped any lingering fear in its warm embrace and pushed her over the rail
,
though she didn’t fall, she flew, soaring higher than the treetops, jetting up through the clouds.

“Jordan!”

“Wrap your legs around my back.”

She obeyed. She had no choice.

His fingers digging into her bare ass brought her deliciously back to earth and she gazed down at him, listening to the sound of her heavy breathing, barely containing the sweet throbbing ache in her belly as he suckled her flesh and scraped his teeth against her most sensitive parts. She’d never been kissed like this before, never had a man take the time that Jordan was taking, like it was his whole mission in life to make her come with his mouth.

And come she did. Hard. It hit her like a Mack truck barreling along the interstate, tossing her back into space even higher than before, up among the stars. Sass gasped, trying to pull her knees together in order to gain some semblance of control, feeling completely
over
exposed.

“Don’t you dare,” Jordan growled as he stood up between her legs, pressing the whole length of his finger into her throbbing heat. “You’ve got one hell of a beautiful body. Let me see it.”

“Jordan, I…” She couldn’t finish. She just collapsed against him and clutched his wide shoulders while she tasted the salty skin of his chest. All the while, he continued to fondle her, so that her orgasm wouldn’t subside. It was too much and her only recourse was to bite him just below the collarbone.

Instead of recoiling, Jordan lifted her chin and kissed her hard, but still he wouldn’t set her free. As long as his fingers worked magic inside of her, she was completely at his mercy. She tried to moan but his mouth stole it from her. She tried to writhe away, but he held her with such strength her movements only created delicious friction between their skin.

“Don’t stop, Sassy. Keep coming, that’s it.”

Wild, she writhed, banging her head against his chest. Wanting it to stop. Hoping it never would.

Finally, he lifted her down from the ledge and turned her around so that her back was to him. With one hand circled around her belly, cupping her from the front, he stretched the other up the length of her back before slowly meandered back down. He traced the outline of the tattoo on her lower back. “I love this tattoo. It’s so damned sexy.”

Sass ground herself into his hand and then cried out when he drew his hand away from her heat. He fumbled behind her but only for a second, replacing his fingers with something else. Something big and hard and deliciously male. Jordan’s cock rubbed against her wet cleft as he supported it from beneath, creating a wonderful, irreverent friction, the wide head of his cock brushed against her sensitized clit again and again while he whispered naughty things in her ear. She could barely make out what he was saying beyond the thrumming pulse between her ears and the sound of her breath, hard and fast.

Little lights danced around the periphery of her vision and she shut her eyes, giving in to sensation. Thank God for Jordan’s tight hold on her, otherwise she would have collapsed for sure.

“Inside,” he growled.

She moaned her assent, gladly letting him carry her inside. She doubted her legs would have supported her weight. He dropped her on the bed, an expression of concentration on his face as he pushed his open jeans down the length of his legs.

“Damn, girl.” He blew air past his lips as he finished undressing. Out of the bedside table, he took a condom and handed it to her. “Would you do the honors?”

She took it silently and tore it open with her teeth. Then, with shaking hands, she grasped Jordan’s steely length and rolled the condom over it. He pushed himself up so that he hovered above her and it was at that moment, when his body was poised above hers that she truly appreciated how very large he was. Why, his body could crush hers if he wanted to. But more surprising than his size was her reaction to his obvious advantage. She didn’t feel threatened. She felt safe. And cared for. His large size made her feel, of all things, feminine.

Instead of pushing her legs apart and thrusting inside of her, Jordan carefully covered her body with his and started kissing her again while his erection remained sandwiched between their stomachs.

Sass liked the kissing…a lot. But, she was done with kissing. She needed more. “I want you inside of me.”

He kissed her cheek and her ear and whispered, “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am ready. There’s no way I can get any more ready.”

“Is that a challenge?” Shifting his weight to one arm, he reached between them and slipped his fingers between her legs. They came back slick and Jordan said, “You’re wet, but I think I can make you wetter.” He held his fingers up in front of his face and licked first one and then the next. “God, I love the taste of you.”

Sass wriggled beneath him. His dirty talk drove her wild and she didn’t know how much more she could take. “C’mon, Jordan. You’re killing me here.”

But he wouldn’t listen. Damn him. He just kept kissing her and touching her, until finally, heaven help her, he focused on her breasts again. This time her skin was so ultrasensitive that the sensation of his beard rubbing against her nipples had her small body bucking in ecstasy.

“That’s my girl.” Jordan placed a hand on the small of her back and lifted her off the bed so he could nuzzle her belly and lower.

She was no longer rational. Her head whipped from side to side as his mouth approached the most sensitive part of her again. With just the tip of his tongue he flicked her, making her cry out.

“That’s it baby. Now you’re ready.” He set her back down and positioned himself between her open legs.

With the head of his cock at her entrance, she tried to bear down, to force him inside, but Jordan wouldn’t let her. He kept it slow, holding her hips in place, controlling the whole penetration. It made her wild, like a restrained, rabid animal and her body responded by jerking and writhing, only to be subdued by Jordan’s strength.

“Fuck, Sass, you’re driving me crazy.” His voice was low and husky as he slowly filled her.

“Then give me what I want.” She panted, straining toward him with her hips.

“I will. I will.” His voice sounded pained. “But you need some patience. This time we’re going to do it
my
way.” He captured her wrists and held her arms above her head as his pelvis started up a slow, easy rhythm.

There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to move. Sass had no choice but to give in to the rhythm and enjoy it. Once she gave up the fight for a hard and fast release, it was pretty easy to take pleasure in the feel of Jordan’s body moving in and out of hers like waves on the ocean.

“Yes. That’s it. You feel so damned good.”

“So do you.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Jordan whispered in her hair.

“I—” Sass didn’t know how to respond. She’d never met anyone like Jordan either. In fact, she’d never believed someone like Jordan existed in real life. Maybe in Libby’s romantic movies, but that was it. Until Jordan came along. He was everything she’d
never
dreamed of in a guy. He made her feel special. He made her feel…well, for some reason, this amazing, talented man liked her. Her! Even after what she’d done to his car. There had to be something wrong with the universe.

Jordan didn’t press her to finish her statement, he just kept up the rhythm. Sliding in and out, in and out, strumming her like they were making music together. Finally he let go of her hands, but Sass left them on the pillow above her head as he trailed his fingers down the underside of her arm to her chest, then down to her waist and hip. When his hands came around the back of her ass, Jordan’s tempo increased. He shifted his weight and suddenly the length of him hit new and pleasurable spots inside.

“Oh!”

The pace of his thrusts intensified until Jordan was kneeling between her legs, hands on her hips, driving into her with force. Yes! This was just the way she liked it. But it was different too. Her body was so primed, so ultrasensitive that every cell and membrane responded to Jordan’s touch. Her climax wasn’t an instant explosion that soon fizzled out, like it usually did. This time it was a slow burn, with Jordan adding log after log to the fire until, out of nowhere, there was a bonfire between them. A bonfire that was so much more satisfying and long lasting. It filled her, consumed her, and lifted her to heights she’d never attained before.

“Oh, Sassy!” With his final thrust, Jordan let his head fall back and squeezed his eyes tight.

Gazing up from her position on the bed, Sass didn’t think she’d ever seen anything more gorgeously masculine. All his muscles were strained, his cries rumbled from deep in his chest and he gripped her like she was both fragile and unbreakable. She wished at that moment she were an artist, because she would have loved to capture the image of Jordan as he was, right then. It would be her keepsake, her memento of the time they’d spent together.

Even though he was done, Jordan gave her a few more thrusts until Sass met him in paradise. She wished she could stay there with him, in that kaleidoscope of bright colors and overwhelming sensations. But paradise was an illusion. Sort of like Jordan. He was there now, but his presence was fleeting. Just like the throbbing of her body would subside, Jordan would leave. It didn’t matter how incredible things were between them at that moment, there was no way in hell a man like Jordan Michaels would want to be with someone like Sass Hogan for the long haul.

Chapter Thirteen

It was so cold out and he had to keep her warm.
Take your clothes off
, he said. She resisted, but she was hypothermic and irrational. He tore his clothes off and hers too and then pulled her into bed with him, enjoying—too much—the feel of her body nestled into his. Warm…

Warm? Wasn’t she hypothermic? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his growing erection and the sweet, moist spot between her legs. He’d saved her, after all.

“Jordan?” The voice was soft and heavy with sleep.

“Mmm?” His hands moved around to the front of her, one going high and the other low.

“Jordan?”

The voice was more insistent this time, and Jordan slowly opened his eyes. He tried to get his bearings in the darkness. Where was he? Oh, yes. The cabin. And…Sass! He snuggled her to him. Sass had stayed. It was spooning Sass’s warm body that had prompted his middle-of-the-night hard-on. How wonderful. He started to plant sleepy kisses on the back of her shoulders and neck until she rolled around in his arms to face him. She put her hands on his chest to keep his ardor at bay.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Picking up a small, calloused hand, he kissed her fingertips and said, “Based on the number of times we did it last night, I think you know.”

“But, I was asleep.”

“So was I. Having a great dream, too. There was this girl I was saving…”

“You dreamed you were saving a girl by boinking her?”

“Mmmhmm.” He started to kiss Sass’s wrist and then the inside of her elbow. “But my dream girl didn’t talk so much, she just enjoyed.”

Sass lay still for a few moments. Then, out of nowhere, she threw off the covers, letting the warmth of the bed escape, only to be replaced by the cold night air. Sliding out of the bed, she started fumbling around on the floor. “Where the hell are my clothes?”

“Sass,” Jordan said firmly as he sat up in bed. “It is the middle of the night. You are
not
leaving.”

“Wanna bet?” Her voice cracked as she rooted around on the floor for her things. Jordan wasn’t about to tell her that her clothes were still outside, strewn across the deck. He’d let her search and then, finally, she’d come to her senses.

Who was he kidding? This was Sass he was talking about. Ever resourceful, she tripped over nameless objects on the floor on her way to the closet and flung open the door. Then she pulled on the cord for the bare bulb. It didn’t throw much light, but after the complete darkness, Jordan had to squint to see what she was up to. In moments Sass was clothed in an enormous flannel shirt and sweats. Just before she pulled the light off again, she turned and Jordan saw the glimmer of tears streaking down her cheeks.