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Her lips longed for his again. Her skin ached for the pressure of his hands. The heat in her belly demanded his weight on top of her. “Yes, Jordan,” she said breathlessly. She would have jumped him right here in the kitchen if her legs would let her. “I want you.”

His forehead touched hers, and he inhaled deeply. “Say it again.”

She met his gaze. “I want you, Jordan.”

His hands slid down over her ass, and he squeezed, making her gasp.

“Again,” he growled.

“I want yo—”

She hardly got the words out before his lips were on hers, and he lifted her into his arms.

Chapter 19

Hecarriedherallthe way to her bedroom. At her size, she never thought a man would carry her anywhere, much less up a flight of stairs and down the hall. But Jordan made no noise of complaint. He eased her onto the bed before covering her body with his, his mouth staying locked on hers. She whimpered against him, pulling him closer, needing his touch everywhere.

His lips trailed down to her jawline, teasing at her neck, before he murmured into her skin, “Slow down, angel. We’ve got all night.”

“I want—oh!” She gasped when he nipped at her ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“Your clothes off,” she sighed.

The friction of his cotton T-shirt against her soft lace was nice, but she was aching to feel his skin. Her fingers were at his hemline. He kissed her swiftly before standing up and tugging his shirt over his head. She could get her hands on those abs at last. Her lips turned up into a grin, and she started to get onto her knees.

“Oh, no,” he said, gently returning her to her back. “Tonight’s about you. While I get undressed, I want you to tell me every fucking thing you’ve ever dreamed about for your first time. I want to make it happen.”

She blinked, bewildered. She’d often thought about what her first time might be like, but she never nailed down a dream scenario. She just wanted it to be fun. She wanted to enjoy herself, and she wanted to be with someone she trusted. He already checked those boxes.

Trying not to get distracted by how much of him she could see as he yanked his jeans down his legs (thatass), she tried to conjure up specifics.

“Uh…oral,” she blurted out. “I’d like that.”

“I assume you mean receiving,” he returned with a smirk.

She nodded. “I can reciprocate too.”

“Another night,” he said. “Anything else?”

She opened her mouth to tell him she wanted to play it by ear and let things flow naturally, but at that point, he tugged his boxers off and kicked them away. He stood before her stark naked, his cock at attention, and it waslarge. Not that she had any real experiences to compare him to except things she’d seen in porn, but he definitely measured up to guys like that. Her throat went dry.

“Hey,” he said, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted her face toward his. “We’re taking it slow, alright? I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

How he had such a read on her, she didn’t know. He spared her from having to say anything else with another blistering kiss. He kissed her through taking off her robe and tossing it aside before they parted for air.

“Jordan,” she said softly. “I don’t want to give you a laundry list of things to do. I just want to go with what feels right. For us. In this moment.”

He stroked her jaw with his thumb. “I want it to be perfect for you.”

“It will be.”

“You think so?”

“Of course,” she said. “I’m with you.”

Unadulterated affection filled his eyes before he kissed her again.