When Sparks Fly (79 page)

I should not be doing this, but this guy is too hot and I am too horny to pass it up. This is totally unlike anything I would normally do. Nope – not responsible Jordyn Keyes.

I didn’t even want to come on this trip. It was an impulsive decision. Something else I don’t do. But the prospect of spending the holiday weekend at the beach house with my parents, my brother, his wife, and their two perfectly adorable children made me want to burst into tears. I love my family, but I work with them. I want to have fun. Do things normal women in their mid-twenties do.

Apparently, that means invite a guy I just met at the bar to my hotel room to have sex.

He’s really handsome and has this adorable little dimple that comes out with that quirky little one-sided smile. There are probably worse people to have a one-night stand with than a hot jet pilot.

My hands are shaking a bit as I try to get the stupid key card in the slot. The green light glows and I open the door.

Grant moves in front of me as soon as the door closes. His hands grip my hips and he backs me up against the door. One leg is between mine. His hands run along my sides, grazing my breasts. My nipples perk up, harden, practically scream for attention. My arms wrap around his neck. His teeth tease my lower lip, nipping at it. A breathy sigh escapes my chest and warmth floods my core.

I’m done for, this man is turning me to mush and he hasn’t even kissed me. Maybe that’s what’s so damn alluring. He’s not going for the quick wham-bam-thank you ma’am that I was anticipating. He’s seducing me. Drawing out this sensual need that I haven’t ever tapped into with another man.

He clamps down on my lip. It’s not painful, but I gasp anyway. It’s shocking on a few levels – that he did it, and that it turns me on so much. His lips take hold and suck it into his mouth. My hands travel over his shoulders, down to his chest and across his abdomen.

He’s wearing a white button up, untucked, with khaki cargo shorts. I work to free the buttons, moving up his body, until the last one is undone. Pushing the fabric aside, I let my fingers trace the lines of his pecs. Flattening my hands, I press against his nipples and feel them pucker against my palms.

A low moan comes from him. He releases my bottom lip, running the very tip of his tongue over it before crashing his lips against mine. My lips tingle, my mouth floods with moisture. He places a hand on my face, cupping my cheek, caressing me. His lips separate, enticing mine to do the same. As soon as there’s an opening, he plunges in, sliding his tongue against mine, taking the lead in this tango we’re dancing.

My hands move to his back. God, he is all muscle and firmness. I drag my nails lightly over his skin, the pebbles spreading across his back like ripples on the surface of a lake. His other hand is on my hip, cruising over the top of my dress and settling on my ass. It’s such a fluid movement, so gentle, that when he squeezes my ass, it takes me by surprise. I squeal – bringing a grin to his face.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, as his lips drag along my neck. “I couldn’t help myself.” His teeth latch onto my earlobe and he sucks it into his mouth. This man has a serious talent with biting and sucking.

He takes a step back, grasping my hands, and walking backwards. His eyes never leave mine until we are next to the bed. The lamp on the nightstand offers a low glow to the room.

“That’s a really nice dress,” he says. “But I think it would like nicer
not
on you.”

“Well, I put it on. If you want it off, then you’ll have to take it off.”

His eyebrows raise, and a smile crosses his lips. His smoldering eyes are still on mine as he takes a step closer to me. My heart races as his fingers fist the hem of my dress and he slowly lifts it up, tossing it on the chair.

I push his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor and unbuckle his belt. Once his shorts drop to the floor, he steps out of them and kicks them, and his Sperry’s, out of the way.

He swings me around so the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. His fingertips run along the lace of my bra, his hand cupping one breast, his thumb pressing the nipple through the fabric. His free hand wraps behind me, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Gently, he lowers me onto the bed, massaging my breast, pulling on my nipple. He pinches it between his fingers before lowering his head and taking it in his mouth.

His tongue is teasing the tip. My fingers are in his hair, flexing against his scalp, holding him there.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, arching my back, pushing my breast against his mouth. He sucks my nipple hard, and I swear it nearly brings me to the brink of orgasm.

His mouth moves to my other breast, repeating his caress, and making me squirm in anticipation of what he will do with his tongue next.

As if answering a prayer to the sex gods, the tip of his tongue lazily meanders from my breasts down to my navel. Butterfly kisses feather over my abdomen and down to the apex of my legs, just above the hairline.

His legs push mine apart. My chest lifts off the bed as warm puffs of his breath tickles the sensitive skin. Tingles zap my core. I want to scream at him to do something. Anything. Just please get something inside me. I want him like I have never wanted another man before. I need him to find all those delicious spots that make me want to beg for more.

And then, he moves off the bed, leaving me cold. I lift my head, trying to locate him in the room. He grabs his shorts off the floor, and my heart sinks.

Damn, is he leaving? He can’t tease me like this?

Before I can open my mouth to yell at him to finish what he started, he is crawling over the top of me. He kneels in between my legs, and produces a condom.

“Safe sex is a priority.” He flashes that quirky little smile that draws out that sexy dimple. My chest unclenches and I feel my body turn to Jell-o.

“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to just leave me hanging there for a minute.” I chuckle, trying to get my head to stop reeling from this man.

He rolls the condom down his erection, leans over me as he positions it between my legs. “No way in hell am I leaving you before I make sure you are completely satisfied. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now would it?”

He’s breathing heavy, his eyes dark, filled with lust and excitement. He runs the tip of his erection along my lips, making them slick and wet.

I moan, my hips moving with him. I push against him when he gets close to my opening, but he doesn’t enter me.

I peer into his eyes as they dance, a glint of excitement in them. “What do you want me to do, Jordyn? How can I make you happy?” His voice is a low growl, and I swear I have a mini-orgasm.

“Do you want me inside you?” He pushes into me, and a long exhale escapes my chest. It feels so good to have him slide into me. My fingers dig into his back and I push my body up to meet his.

“Does this feel good? Can you feel me inside you – all the way inside you?”

His lips are next to my ear, whispering to me as his teeth nip at my earlobe. “Do you want me deeper, Jordyn? Do you want me so deep it’s hard to tell where I end and you begin?”

I’m so turned on, I can’t even form words. My legs come up beside him, my knees squeezing his sides. Every bit of my body is on fire.

He pulls his head back enough to look at me. “Do you know what I want, Jordyn? I want to watch the ecstasy of your climax on your face as your body gives in to pleasure.”

He drops his head to the side again, his voice low and sexy in my ear. “Is that what you want too? Tell me that you want everything I am willing to give you – and it’s yours.”

My breathing is out of control. My head is spinning. My body is tingling from the desire and the anticipation of all that he’s promising.

“Tell me, Jordyn,” he whispers.

“Yes, yes. Oh, please, Grant. I want it. I want you. Please… please.” My hips are bucking against him, unable to get enough of him. I have never been this out of control while having sex. So needy. So desperate. So close to the biggest orgasm of my life, I’m scared I may get lost in it and never recover.

Grant’s hand runs under my ass, cupping the cheek and lifting my hips off the bed. He plunges deeper into me, hitting a spot that takes my breath away. I actually feel faint and have to grasp Grant’s shoulders before I fall into the swirling ocean I’m floating in.

My core muscles contract and grasp ahold of Grant’s erection. He half groans, half cries out my name. His fingers dig into my ass. Everything feels so good. I drop my hands to the bed, fisting the sheets. I’m on the brink of crying from the immense pleasure of every powerful stroke in and out of me.

Grant’s hands land on either side of my head. I look into his face. His eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted. His breathing ragged and sweat glistens his skin.

“Oh, baby… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” He drops his head so his forehead is nearly touching mine. “You’re just too good, Jordyn. You feel so damn good.”

I grab one of his hands, stick his index finger in my mouth and suck on it. He groans as I release it, wet with my saliva. I guide it between us, pushing his finger against my clit. He lifts his body, his gaze dropping to where our hands are between my legs. His fingertip pushes and circles the hard nub.

We are still moving fast against each other, in a supersonic rhythm. My climax finally reaches its limit, spilling over and dragging me under the waves of pleasure that roll through my body. My muscles clench and release, milking Grant.

“Fuck,” he calls out, followed by a few short, quick thrusts into me.

But my orgasm is still holding me in its throes. My body continues to move against him. It goes on and on for what feels like minutes. Finally, I relax, completely spent. My arms go limp. My legs drop open. I barely have the strength to push air in and out of my lungs.

Grant drops beside me, his arm falling across my midsection, his legs still entwined with mine. My mind is still trying to comprehend what my body has just experienced. I have never let myself go, become completely enraptured with my partner, given all control of my sexual experience over to another man.

And I have never experienced an orgasm that intense in my life.

I turn my head and gaze at him. His breathing is still fast, his eyes closed, but a smile tips the corners of his mouth up. He opens his eyes, and I’m lost in the pure happiness I see there. I just want to live there, floating along in the sea of warmth I feel as he looks at me.

“I hope to hell you enjoyed that as much as I did, because I’m not sure I have ever had an experience like that in my entire life.” His fingers trail down my cheek.

I try my best to shrug, but my muscles are rebelling in exhaustion. “Ehh, it was okay.”

His eyes grew wide and his mouth drops open, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles from the center of my chest. He is just about the most adorable man I have ever met, along with being the most sexually masterful.

“Oh, that’s funny, huh?” He lifts up on one elbow and hovers over me.

I give him a chaste kiss. “Best. Sex. Ever.”

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Chapter Two

Grant

There is a mass of soft, brown hair covering my face. A head stirs on my chest.

Jordyn
.

Well, this should be interesting. I’m not really sure what to expect. I mean, we had an amazing night. It was more than just sex – it felt as if we were making love. But this was a one-night stand – and the night’s over.

Prepare to get your ass not only kicked out of bed and away from this warm body snuggled into you, but out of the room. Out of her life.

Jordyn rolls onto her back. Her arms go up over her head, her back arches, and she inhales deeply. Flipping her hair out of her face, her eyes land on mine. Her eyebrows scrunch together.

Oh, shit. Here it comes
.

“Why do you look like someone just kicked your puppy?” she asks. Her hand rests on my chest, a sexy, still sleepy smile graces her face. And my heart melts. Jesus, I’m a sucker for a pretty face and a beautiful, sweet smile. I need to get shit under control. I need to remind my heart that this was a one-night affair.