Jordan. She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable in that moment just looking at me opening up about her childhood and her parents. I had tried the past few weeks to resist her, I wasn't going to rush her anymore but in this moment I was willing to risk it all. I took her hand and placed it on my bare chest, the heat of my skin singeing her fingers, my heartbeat raging against her palm. “Something about this feels a lot like need.” She sucked in a breath. She couldn’t deny it. Her own body was on fire with response to mine. Her heart pounding in time with mine, her nipples beading, aching, slick moisture dampening her core. “That is why we can’t,” she said bleakly, trying to pull her hand away, but i gripped it with mine, held it tightly against the hard wall of my chest. “And you think if we deny it, that it will go away? Has it faded at all in the past three weeks for you? Because I have been spending all of my nights dreaming of you. Of making love to you, touching your sof

Jordan. The glow of the candlelight bathed Nala's skin in golden warmth. And there was a lot of bare skin on display, it was like she was doing it on purpose trying to seduce me. I wish she knew she didn't have to. She would wear rags and I would still want her. Her barely there midnight blue satin gown clung to her every curve and showed off the swell of her breasts, her lovely shoulders, her perfect legs. And when I had pulled her chair out for her and she had turned to look before sitting, I had been unable to tear my gaze away from her perfect, rounded derriere. She looked perfect. Dinner had been an exercise in torture. She had savored every bite that she had put in her mouth, making sensual, delighted noises and darting her slick pink tongue out to catch any flavor that had lingered on her lips. I wanted her. More than I could remember wanting any other woman in my entire life. And she wanted me, too. Yet something was stopping her from taking the final step. She certainly d

Nala. “Oh, Jordan,” i breathed, arching against him, meeting each of his thrusts. It was like our bodies were meant for each other. We were so in zinc with each other. He buried his face in my neck, his movements wild, hard. Wonderful. Neither of them were quiet, both of them whispering words of encouragement, letting the other one know how good everything was. And when i felt ready to go over the edge again i jumped willingly if my first orgasm was a release, this one was an explosion of feeling. I couldn’t stop the hoarse cry that escaped my lips as i lost myself in my own pleasure wholly and completely. He thrust hard into me one last time and pressed a hot kiss to my lips as he came. He held me until our raging heartbeats calmed, their bodies still joined. “I didn’t know,” i said, dazed. “I didn’t know that losing control could be so empowering.” His lips twitched against my neck. “Was it?” “Yes. I didn’t know it could be like that.” “Was it your first orgasm?” he asked,

Jordan. “There is a bedroom and bathroom through there.” He pointed through the galley style kitchenette and to a door that stood closed. There was sparse furniture in the main room, a couch, an easel and paintings lining the walls, all beautifully, photo realistically done. “Jordan…you did these, didn’t you?” She could see it in each brushstroke, so controlled, so carefully placed. Jordan captured the essence of what he painted, kept the life that possessed his subject in the real world and translated it to the canvas. It didn’t possess the freedom of expression, the broad, abstract work of a modern artist, but it wouldn’t have been Jordan if it had. “Yes.” “Does anyone know?” He shook his dark head and came to stand close behind her. “It’s something I have dabbled in over the years, but never devoted much time to.” “That is a crime! Jordan, these are beautiful!” She moved up close to a land scape portrait of the waves crashing on the rocks. It was the view out the window it wa

01. Jordan. I was sitting in my study room, watching her. She was by the pool playing with water. Her legs dangling over the water. She looked beautiful, with the afternoon sun shining over her face. She looked so happy. My phone rang, for a moment I hesitated before answering, it was my mother. She hadn't reached out since the dinner we both had with Nala. I contemplated letting it go to voice mail, but knowing my mother, she would call until I finally answered it. I picked up,now standing by the window. Nala wasn't there anymore, the two minutes I had taken my concentration 9ff her and to my phone, she had disappeared on me. "Hey mom." i said as soon as I picked up. On the other end, I could hear my father and sister's voices, but they all suddenly went quiet as soon as we started talking. "You can't call your mother Jordan, I thought I raised you better than this." "Come on mom!" I protested almost immediately, "You know it goes both ways, you can call me too." "Wel