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“Look at yourself, gorgeous,” he growled. “Watch while I take it.”
He thrusted into her until he was buried to the hilt. Her mouth fell open, and her breath seized in her throat, but she did not drop her gaze.
“You’re never lovelier than when my cock is inside you,” he said after his first thrust.
“Jordan,” she whined, her hips pressing back into him.
The hand he didn’t have in her hair, reared back and spanked her ass. The sound clapped like thunder, but didn’t drown out her desperate, filthy moan.
He fucked her strong and deep. Each relentless rock of his hips claimed her more and more. His to paint, his to fuck, his to adore. And with the way her pussy gripped him, he was just as much hers. He knew she owned him. It was a physical law of the universe, and he saw it in the mirror on his own face. Yearning had bloomed into need. She was part of him, ingrained in his heart and soul. Every atom of his being was hers.
“Jordan,” she panted. “I’m gonna—oh, fuck,fuck!”
She came, and he watched the way her cheeks and chest flushed bright pink in the mirror, amazed. He could never capture that in a painting nor the perfect muss of her hair falling over her shoulder. No, this was not a beauty that could be confined to a canvas. It was too real, too fleeting. So, he committed it to memory the best he could.
Her head dipped at last as her limbs gave out beneath her. He was right behind, spilling into her with a grunt, but he didn’t collapse. He hovered above her to catch his breath.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured into her skin as he kissed her shoulder. “So fucking beautiful. And all mine.”
She turned over, lying on her back, and reached up to cup his face. “I am all yours.”
He bent to kiss her, but not for long with how out of breath they were.
“I mean it, Jordan,” she said when they parted. “I’m yours.”
“I believe you,” he replied.
“Jordan.” Her eyes roved over his face before she met his gaze again. “I’ve decided I don’t want to go to America this summer. I’m gonna turn down the job and stay with you.”
Chapter 25
Atthepanicstrickenlook on Jordan’s face, Laci regretted her words. Her brows knit together to disguise her hurt.
“Jordan?”
“I…” he trailed off and got to his feet, pulling his joggers back up around his hips before helping her up as well. She felt far too exposed. “Laci, you can’t.”
She crossed the room to gather up her clothes and put them back on. “I can’t? Why not?”
“Because you…” He ran a frantic hand through his hair. “That’s not—what about—”
“Are you going to finish any of those thoughts?”
He shot her a warning look. “Laci, this job has been something you’ve wanted for years. You can’t give it up for me.”
“I want something different now,” she said and folded her arms over her chest.
“You told me it was your dream.”
“Dreams change.”
She remembered her conversation with Larysa. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that Larysa was right. Things could come into your life that shift its trajectory. Laci never thought about being in a relationship before, so she hadn’t taken it into consideration. But with Jordan in her life, her priorities were different.
“They don’t change that much, not for another person,” he argued.
“Yours did for me, didn’t they?” she replied. “You had no intention of ever being in a relationship, but because of me, because ofus, you changed your mind.”
“That’s different. I wasn’t sacrificing anything.”