I mold our lips together and mess up the color. She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. I snake my hand under her top and run the tips over the lace of her bra. Her moan is heavier this time. A second later my hand is beneath the material and I cup her breast and pluck her nipple between two fingers. The soft tip goes hard as I tease it back and forth. Until this moment, I had no idea how much I've needed to feel her body against mine. The only problem is-I need more.

I sit up straight and tear my lips from hers. "What?" she asks on a sigh. I turn her and partially lift so she can straddle my hips facing me.

I rub the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. She lifts her fingers and does the same to my lips. I smile because I must look like a complete idiot with her lipstick smeared on my mouth. I don't give a fuck. As fast as she can put the stuff on, I can kiss it off.

"What?" she asks again breathlessly.

"You." I cup her chin. "Your lips do mad things to me."

"It's that fetish problem you have."

"You've no idea," I tell her honestly. I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She doesn't stop me and helps slip it over her head. Her bra is lacy white and I'm betting she's wearing white virginal panties again. I slide my hands behind her to unhook her bra. Her breasts spill before me when I toss the material aside. They're a perfect handful. Not too big or small and definitely not the cosmetically enhanced ones I'm usually faced with. I don't remember ever touching skin as soft as hers. I lean in and taste. If I didn't know better I would say Jordan was created in a lab for the exact purpose of driving me crazy. I crave her lips, the slightly salty-sweet taste of her skin, and the soft sighs she makes when I touch her.

My cock presses against her inner thighs. She half lifts my shirt and I oblige and release her nipple with a small wet pop so I can pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.

When we had sex after dinner at my mom's, we were only uncovered from the waist down. I've masturbated endlessly to thoughts of her completely naked. Now our top halves are skin to skin and it's better than all my fantasies combined. I add gentle pressure to her back and she moves closer. Her breasts brush my chest and my cock jerks at the contact. Then I kiss her and drown in her lips.

Her fingers glide up my side until she's digging her nails into my shoulders. I slide one hand to her inner thighs and even with the material separating my fingers from warm skin, she squirms. "Do you want me?" I breathe into her mouth. I've never needed to hear a woman say yes this bad.

"Please," she sighs.

I stand and she slides down the front of my body until her feet hit the floor. I flick the snap on her jeans and push them down, hooking her white panties at the same time. She's working my shorts and I help until they're kicked aside.

We stand facing each other nude for the first time. I snag my shorts and pull a condom from the back pocket. Jordan takes it from my fingers, gives me a sly smile, and rips it open with her teeth. I almost come on the spot.

Seeing all of her naked turns my brain to slush. She takes a step closer. I reach out and touch her waist. "So damn soft," I say out loud.

"You're easy." She smiles and runs her hand over my hip. "I don't want soft, though." She leans in and pinches my ass, which brings a surprised chuckle from my throat. Maybe that's what I like most about herJordan's ability to make me laugh. No woman has added humor to my life. It could be that they're not around long enough but I don't know. It's just something about Jordan that puts me in a state of constant longing. At the same time, she fills something inside me that I never knew was missing.

I lift her hand and bring it around to my erection. "Nothing soft here." I grind into her palm and move my own hand up to her breast. "I like making these hard too." I give a gentle twist to her right nipple, which immediately tightens back into a hard peak. I favor the other breast and lower my head to suck. "You taste so damn good," I say with a flick of my tongue. Her head falls back and I thread my other hand through her hair to hold her in place as I trail kisses upward across her chest to her neck and then the corner of her lips.

"I want to taste you too," she moans.

"Taste is good," I breathe.

Before I kiss her, she squeezes my cock. "No, this."

All I'm able to do at this point is groan and release her hair. She peppers light kisses down my body until she's on her knees. I've fantasized about this too and pictured her incredible lips wrapped around my cock. Nothing in those dreams prepared me for the actual experience. She licks her lips and then that amazing tongue flicks across the head of my cock. Her hair has fallen over one breast and I move it back across her shoulder so her upper half is part of my very real fantasy. She opens her lips and slides them over me. I grab a chunk of hair and hold her in place while I slide slowly into her mouth.

"Show me what you want," she challenges when I pull out.

"Fuck my cock with those sexy lips," I groan.

She takes me deeper while her tongue dances over the head of my cock, driving me wild. I give her leeway until my balls seize in pending orgasm. I clench her hair tighter and thrust into her mouth repeatedly. Deeper-harder-faster. I can't get enough and at the same time it's almost too much. Jordan is sensual overload at its finest.

"Take it," I say and release her hair as I explode. And she does. She fulfills this last fantasy like a pro and swallows everything I give her. The world goes black at the edges as the orgasm rocks me into next week.

At last I'm able to open my eyes and look down at the most incredible sight on the planet.

Jordan rests back on her knees. She's wearing a grin that beats all other expressions I've seen on those amazing lips. Satisfaction and desire. I bend slightly and drag her up my body. "There are so many places on you I want to taste but we need a bed." I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bed, and toss her onto the mattress. Laughter rings through the room when she bounces. I stand there admiring her jiggling breasts, perfect skin, and again those delectable lips.

I grab one of her legs and swing her around so both feet hang off the bed. Now it's me on my knees with the most beautiful pussy imaginable inches from my mouth. Jordan comes up on her elbows. She gathers up her hair with one hand and flings it behind her back. I push her legs farther apart and slide a finger across her slit. She's wet and from the small pout on her pink lips she's more than ready. I decide on one taste before sliding my finger inside. Her hips come off the bed and I push down on her belly with a guttural laugh.

"Tell me what you want," I repeat what she said to me minutes ago.

"Everything," she sighs and collapses back against the sheets with a hand thrown over her eyes.

She has no idea what she's just given me permission for. I kiss her between her thighs and add another finger. She's so incredibly tight and warm-exactly as I remember. I lick her clit before pulling it past my lips and sucking. The low hum she makes in the back of her throat makes my dick harden. I inhale and breathe this woman's passion into my lungs. I slide my fingers out and use my tongue to taste more of her. My slickened fingers move under her and I trail them down the seam of her ass. I find the puckered entrance I want and slowly slide one finger inside.

The back of her hand goes to her mouth to muffle her scream. When I stop exploring, her head moves back and forth on the bed. "No, no don't stop," she begs. Her thighs press in on me and I smile against her before sucking her clit again. Another strangled moan leaves her throat as she bucks up and down on the bed with her orgasm.

Before she stops trembling, I rise up and position myself over her. It's at that exact moment I realize the condom is in the front room. With a groan, I kiss her and swallow the last of her low moans.

Her fingers thread into my hair and her knee rises slightly and pressed against my hard cock. "Condom's in the other room," I breathe into her mouth. "I'm a fucking idiot." She laughs and I roll to the side and collapse on my back. "You're laughing but I need energy to walk into the other room to grab the condom."

Her hand rubs over my chest and she plays with one nipple. "Where's the stamina Aiden Patrickson is known for?"

"You dare question my stamina?"

"Only because I'm too lazy to walk into the other room."

"How about sleep and then morning sex?" I whisper.

We position ourselves at the head of the bed and Jordan pulls three of the four pillows in around herself.

"Are you sure there's room for me?" I tease.

She tosses one of the pillows over the side of the bed and I pull her close. "You can be my pillow," she whispers when I wrap my arms around her.

I have no idea why I start talking. "The Pronghorns gave me five mill to play for them the first season. It was a one-year contract and more money than I ever imagined. It didn't matter that most starting quarterbacks made double that, the money changed my life." I lean up and prop myself on my elbow so I'm peering down at Jordan. "I was twenty-three years old and too damn young to really understand what was happening. When you're new to that kind of money, it's hard to handle all the shit that comes with it. Sex, drugs, hell, I was even offered high-dollar bribes to throw games." Jordan's fingers dig into my chest. "No, I never took their money but that's the world you're coming into. Next, I signed a three-year deal for even more money. I've learned who to trust the hard way and now I bring few people into my personal life."

I remain quiet for a moment. This woman is special. It's stupid to deny my feelings. I want her in my private life.

I lay flat and stare at the ceiling when I add the next part to my late night confession. "Someday I want to settle down with someone special who understands this life." I don't tell her that she's that special person. She's not at the same point yet but I'm willing to wait.

Jordan Givens is mine.