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  Warm fingers outlined the contours of her cheekbones. “Earth to Mia. I’m going to take off, but I’ll be back so we can continue where we left off. Okay?” His tone streamed through her thoughts. She glanced into his face, and his expression turned to one of demand as his lips crushed hers.

  This was the side of Jordan that frightened her, the untamed, almost ferocious part of him. Unsteadily, she pulled back. “Yes, I’ll be waiting.”

  “Good, keep my side of the bed warm.” The tone of his thrilled whisper felt like strumming fingers across her body.

  “Oh good, you’re going to sleep over.” She giggled.

  For a brief moment she felt as if she was seventeen again, sitting beside her black-haired high-school boyfriend, the sweet emotion of first love pulsating through her veins.

  “We won’t be doing much sleeping, Mia.”

  “I didn’t think so,” she murmured.

  Her thoughts swirled. If he were a mythical vampire, he would have understood the distress in her voice. Do I have clean sheets on my bed? A new toothbrush under the sink for him? Do I snore? Oh my God!

  He watched her for a brief moment. “Are you scared of me?” His humorous chuckle followed the question.

  Mia’s mouth dropped open. No way did he hear me.

  After a few seconds, “Ha!” was her reply.

  “Just wait, you little minx.”

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  He clasped her waist, tickled her, then released his hold after one hearty laugh filled the room. His teasing turned to one of seriousness.

  “I’m so addicted to you, woman.”

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  Chapter Twelve

  Driving down the barren street leading away from Stiletto House, anger mixed with relief and eagerness. His discussion with Jamison ended with the Elder’s approval. Jordan hoped Mia would accept the terms of them being together and understand if, or, as far as he was concerned, when they married, she would embrace the coven traditions dealing with marriage.

  His mind swirled briefly around the act of first rite, virgin blood, and consummation through sex. Coven ceremonies were quite different from most ceremonies she witnessed. He could bet on it.

  Her image flashed through his mind. When he’d left her earlier, her thick brown hair was tousled around her shoulders from him running his fingers through it. He could still feel the silky strands falling through his fingers. The way she’d looked at him with those innocent-looking, big brown eyes made him want to strip her naked and tie her to the bed. The things he wanted to do with her almost made him blush. Almost.

  Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed. She didn’t pick up on the third ring, so he planned to leave her a message.

  After the fourth ring, she answered.

  “Hello.” Her voice held the sound of angels singing.

  “Hey, baby.”

  “Is everything okay?” she whispered.

  Her concern titillated him. His cock jutted forward. Down, boy.

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  The next sound through the phone was the sweet melody of her honest laughter. “I’m so happy. Even though you don’t think we needed it,” she assured him. “Are you still sleeping over?”

  “I told you before, darlin’ Mia, no sleeping tonight.” He veered off the I-4 corridor toward Rosemont. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” And I am going to jump your bones.

  “I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

  “See you in a few,” he promised.

  With tantalizing thoughts of what he’d planned to do with her when he took her to bed, he snapped his phone shut and stuck it into his pocket.

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  Mia paced the living room floor in happy anticipation of the doorbell’s buzz. On what felt like her twentieth stroll around the sofa, the chime sounded. The minute it took her to swing the door open felt like eons of time passed. But it was worth the wait. He stood leaning against the doorjamb, his face gorgeous in the silver moonlight.

  She couldn’t help herself. She lunged forward, pulling him against her with all her feminine power. I didn’t just accost him in the doorway. Yes, I did.

  He nudged her chin up. “What’s this?”

  “I’m sorry. Am I being too forward?” Her face warmed.

  Before she could say another word or think another rational thought, he crushed her against him and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her slightly parted mouth. Reaching up, she cupped her hands around his neck, and her kiss deepened. The need for him erupted through her body. In an agonized gasp, she pulled back.

  He fought for his own breath. “It’s okay, darlin’. Relax. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

  Her sudden need to view all his body blindsided her. “I want to see it.”

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  He bent down and captured her lips again with a hungry urgency that left her breathless, before pulling back briefly. “You want to see what?”

  “It.” Should she call it his dick, cock, Mr. Happy, thingy? Did men name their private parts? She contemplated a response just as their conversation, the first night they met, flashed into focus. Jewels.

  “I want to see your jewels.” Calm down, Catholic hoochie!

  Sounding desperate isn’t becoming.

  The kissing stopped, and in its place, a wicked grin passed across his face. “Just so I understand where this conversation is going, are we talking about my earring this time or something more substantial in size?”

  She gazed at the strand of black hair touching his shoulder, then at the pockets of gold that claimed the rest of the dark tresses. Just say it.

  “You mentioned before you left to see Jamison that we could experiment when you got back. Well…I want to see it.” She placed her palm against his crotch. A brave move, but stepping up the process was essential to her suddenly brave exterior.

  He glanced at her hand, then ground his erect cock against her cupped palm. “How about we move away from the doorway? I’m not sure I want to unleash this monster in front of your neighbors.” Sliding strong arms around her waist, he lifted, and moved them forward into the apartment. She did the only thing that seemed logical and reclaimed his mouth. After a few feet, he kicked his foot back, slamming the front door.

  Mia stroked his erection again, but this time she fisted the material of his pants to get a better feel.

  “Be careful, baby, I’m doing my best not to strip you naked and make love to you right here.”

  She unhanded him. “But I want you to.”

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  Her revelation scared the hell out of her. Her feelings for him were no longer hers to control. Somehow they existed beyond space and time.

  He grabbed two handfuls of her shirt in his fists, smiling as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her breasts pushed against the front of her bra, a cue to set them free. His finger touched the clasp.

  “Wait!” she yelled. His face took on a humorous expression. “I mean not wait…but—” she choked out her words.

  He smiled so broad his entire face danced with delight. “What do you mean, darlin’?”

  “I’m not sure what I mean. No. What I mean is— is—what if I’m extremely bad at this?” What if I suck at this?

  “Darlin’. I told you before, I would teach you everything you need to know. Trust me, babe, a lot of it is going to come to you naturally.

  Don’t think so much about it. Let your desire for me guide you.” Closing her eyes, she breathed in the spicy aroma that clung to him. His smell was like an aphrodisiac reminiscent of a mixture of cinnamon and nutmeg. “I want to be all you want. Enough woman for you.” The truthfulness in her tone suffused the room. I want you to want me because I’m sexy. For the first time in my life I want to be that woman.

  “You are enough woman for me.” His voice was final.

  Was she enough?

  He touched a finger to her lips. “We don’t have to jump into intercourse, darlin’. There are other things we can do.
” He displayed his silver-studded tongue.

  A shudder of heat coursed through her veins. Unexpectedly, as if they had a mind of their own, her breasts glided against his chest. He took it as his cue to unhook her bra, before he eased them both onto the floor.

  After what felt like an eternity to her, he dipped down and took the throbbing peak of her erect nipple into his mouth, palming the other breast as he sucked. As if that wasn’t enough to drive her into an

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  ecstasy coma, he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, lapping the hard little tips.

  She arched her back in offering. “Oh…God,” she whimpered as she fought for more oxygen and for forgiveness for what she was about to do.

  “You taste so good.” He moaned the words. “I could suck your tits the rest of the night. I just might.” Without reprieve, his lips reclaimed her nipples. But this time, he nibbled the tips. Hungrily, she reached for his zipper. As he reached for the button of her jeans, she hesitated, tensed.

  From the confines of her breasts, he glanced up in between licks, the metal from his tongue ring curling her toes each time he looped around the nipple.

  “I do love you, Jordan” she whispered.

  His lips temporarily retreated. “You do? It’s no surprise, darlin’, that I love you, too.”

  In a quick minute, he slid her jeans down her hips and onto the floor. Just as she purred with delight, he reached in and gathered the top of her floral panties into his fist, pushing them to the floor, exposing the brown curls between her legs.

  When his hand found the soft, wet tunnel, she whimpered louder.

  His middle finger lingered at her entrance. She took in a breath that rattled her body.

  “You okay?” His deep, masculine baritone whispered in her ear.

  She thrust her hips forward, “Yes.”

  That was her invitation for him to slide his finger into the folds, and like magic he made her wish his command. Her body arched with delight as he pulled his finger out and slid it in again. She lost herself in the magic of his touch, moaning softly as he moved his finger faster. Arching her back, without an ounce of self-control, she rubbed herself against his hand.

  “Oh…you like my touch don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question.

  “My little minx.”

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  “Yes…yes,” she moaned.

  “Let’s see how this feels.” He inserted two fingers in between her swollen little lips, sending her body into overdrive. Shamelessly, she ground herself against his hand.

  “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, sucking her tits again. Just when she thought her body couldn’t withstand anymore, her orgasm erupted. As her kegel muscles contracted, she fought the urge to pee her pants.

  “Good girl.”

  A brief few minutes passed as they lay in the quiet. Tonight, she was ready to explore a little further and unleash, as he so kindly put it, his monster. It was time for her to reciprocate. At least that was the advice her recently purchased magazines gave.

  Ready to give pleasure and to try out the newest techniques in the magazine, she unbuttoned his pants.

  She touched the smooth flesh, gazing over his erection a few times before she moved her finger to the mushroom head. He appeared to study her face, the lines of expression creasing his features unreadable to her. She stroked his cock. It jumped, and she stroked it again.

  “You’re killing me, woman.”

  “Sorry,” she murmured.

  His cheeks kicked up into a half smile. “Just let me know if you have plans on dissecting it.”

  “Funny.”

  Cautiously, she lowered her face toward his thighs, grazing his abdomen with her tongue on the way down, before she put her lips on his cock and sucked in.

  His sudden pelvic thrust broke the suction. Her head jerked upward. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, darlin’. I’m fine. Better than fine. Fucking awesome.”

  “Good.” Slowly, she took his cock into her mouth again. It was huge, the skin hot and sticky. The fullness of him filled her. Carefully,

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  she recalled what the magazine on her nightstand suggested about the perfect blow job.

  First, secure your hand around the middle of it. Done.

  Second, suck on it like a Popsicle, making sure to let the entire shaft slide down your throat. Working on it.

  Third, swallow quickly when the love juice spurts. Okay, I can do this. Oh yes, she almost had forgotten about the hand movements.

  She continued to move her mouth up and down on the root, and he stiffened more. As if getting harder were even possible! When she harnessed his balls in her grip, he arched his hips to meet her. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he secured her face between his legs, and she sucked him off, quicker and faster.

  “I need to pull out, baby.” His thigh muscles contracted against her shoulders.

  She shook her head, increasing the speed. Not finished yet.

  His body stiffened, then released. Like a river overflowing, the salty liquid flowed down her throat, and one thought swirled in her head. Cosmopolitan lied about the taste!

  “That was incredible,” he moaned.

  Not exactly what she was thinking.

  She came up off him as the last bit of sticky goo slid down her throat. “Incredible” wouldn’t be the word she’d use right now, but as long as he felt good, that was all that mattered.

  Sitting up, he scooted his back against the bottom of the sofa and pulled her against him, placing the blanket from the cushion across his lap. She snatched her T-shirt off the floor and glanced at him before pulling it over her head. The bra would have to wait.

  “Cute.” As if his reply didn’t embarrass her enough, he laughed.

  She couldn’t believe after their intense sex play he managed to look like he just walked out of a Greek myth, hair hanging perfectly, shoulders glistening with sweat, muscles perfectly chiseled. She could just imagine what she looked like. Her hair was probably matted all 140

  over her head, and her makeup smudged under her eyes. She was sure she didn’t look as sexy as he did.

  She cracked a half smile. “Well?”

  “Like I said, you were incredible.”

  “I hope I did it right since it was my first time.” Acting 101 took center stage. “You bring out the animal inside me.” She wanted to throw up from the taste coating her mouth.

  “Woman, you did it beautifully,” he assured her. He arched an eyebrow and continued to study her. “But, you’re looking pale, darlin’. Actually, green would be a better description.” Relieved, she huffed. “Good, because I think Cosmo left out a few important factors.”

  “Cosmo?” he repeated.

  Mia huffed at him again, but this time with spunk. “I read in Cosmo how to give the best blow job, so I practiced what I read.” So help me God if he laughs…

  “Let me get this straight. You have been studying Cosmo so you can learn to please your man?”

  “Yes. But they left out a very important factor. She batted a stray hair from her face. “Taste.”

  “So, sweet thing, I take it from your nice shade of green the taste accompanying a blow job wasn’t discussed in detail. Was it?”

  “No. Cosmo left out that important part of the process,” she mumbled, refusing to give him the satisfaction of gazing at him while they discussed his penis. He chuckled, her cue to reach around and pinch the taut skin on the side of his stomach.

  “Ouch!”

  “Don’t laugh, it’s not that funny,” she teased, burying her head into his neck.

  “Come on, Mia. It is a bit funny.”

  “If you say so.” It wasn’t funny, it was gross.

  “Next time, I’ll make sure I have Certs in my pocket,” he promised.

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  Oh, he was having too much fun with this little issue. She worked hard to stifle her laugh. Certs. How romantic! She needed this conversation to cease.
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  “Can we stop talking about this? Please?” She puckered her bottom lip in an attempt to focus his mind on something other than the taste of his love juice, another word she learned compliments of the newest issue of Cosmopolitan.

  While making a mental note to write to the editor in charge, noting the article in question to be half truthful, Jordan pounced on her and flipped her, pinning her body beneath him.

  “Yes, baby, we can quit talking about the taste of me, but don’t you worry, I am going to teach you everything Cosmo didn’t, and everything it can’t. At least when it comes to you loving me.” The conversation ended. Rather, it screeched to a halt.

  “I believe it’s time we take this relationship to the next level.

  Don’t be afraid, sweet thing, I won’t hurt you. I promise.” Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed.

  “I know you won’t hurt me. I just, I’m not sure I’m ready yet.” He grinned, a recognized attempt to put her at ease. “You’re not ready yet. But you will be soon. Tonight we sleep.”

  “Really?” There was such relief in her voice. If she was being honest, and she was, the blow job escapade exhausted her mentally.

  She wasn’t sure she could perform another unknown feat.

  “Yes. Holding you against me is enough for tonight. Anyway, I have planned a special time and place for the big event.” He placed her on the bed. “When I finally claim your virginity.” He slid onto the bed beside her. “Now move your sweet little ass over, and let the big, bad wolf in.”

  She mumbled and moved to the right, and he folded his body next to her.

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  As they lay in the darkness, Mia on the verge of sleep, he hoped she would always love him as much as she did this moment. There was so much he planned to teach her.

  He closed his eyes, and thought of the exhilaration that streamed through his body when his fingers touched the tightness of her mound, remembering vividly how she writhed under his hold, and how her hips had churned with desire for him.