Let It Ride by Jillian Burns Page B

closed, he moved inside her.
    Jordan gripped the rim of the tub behind his shoulders and rocked her hips to create a rising friction.
    He groaned her name. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and she lowered her mouth to the tendons at the junction of his neck and shoulder, nipping her way up his scars to his earlobe.
    He slid his hand between them and began to stroke her.
    Jordan cried out as he brought her to a writhing, sobbing pleasure. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as her movements became more frenzied, but she didn’t care. With every rise and fall of her hips she felt her passage stretch for him, felt him so deep inside her, filling her. The thought sent her over the edge. She gripped his shoulders as wave after wave rocked her.
    He bent his knees and curled his fingers into her waist as his hips rose and he spent himself inside her.
    Falling limp against him, she laid her head on his shoulder, satiated as she’d never been before. Lazily, she listened to his breathing return to normal and knew she’d never forget this night, this experience, this man. Not for as long as she lived. She’d be an old lady, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and she’d still recall this night.
    His chest rose as he drew in a deep breath and sat up. “Jordan. I didn’t—Are you…protected?”
    Omigosh. She wasn’t. How could she have ever expected this? For a panicked moment, Jordan drew a complete blank as she tried to remember where she was in her cycle. Think, Jordan. This was the third week of May. Memory returned. She should be safe.
    â€œUm…no, but, it should be okay,” she said with more confidence than she felt. Wouldn’t that be the stupidest thing she’d ever done? Just as she was getting her life straight.
    â€œAre you sure? I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it. Just so you know, I’ve had all the tests.”
    She nodded, but she wanted to slap herself. “I’ve never needed to.” Before now. She’d always insisted Ian wear a condom. How could she have been so irresponsible this time?
    â€œOkay.” He let out a deep breath. “But you promise you’ll contact me if…I’ll leave my contact info, all right?” He stood, water sluicing down his skin, and bent to give her a hand. “You hungry?”
    Her stomach growled, but the reality of her situation hit her hard. Did he think she was trying to trap him? He’d made it clear from the beginning he wasn’t the home-and-hearth kind of guy. She had to get to her place, be with her mom. She shouldn’t have stayed this late. What would Mrs. Simco say?
    â€œNo, I should go.” Shoving her hair out of her face, she tried to stand on her own, but he clasped her elbows and lifted her against him, skin to skin. Their gazes locked. Then he stepped out and grabbed a thick, fluffy robe from a hook and draped it around her shoulders.
    The spell of the evening had definitely been broken.
    As she pushed her arms through the sleeves, he wrapped a towel around his waist and padded into the suite. “Are you sure I can’t get you something?” he called to her.
    Jordan closed her eyes. He was trying to fill theawkward silence. One would think she’d have learned by now that acting irresponsibly always had its consequences.
    She forced herself to leave the bathroom and started gathering her clothes and backpack. “The lady who watches my mother will be wondering what happened to me.”
    â€œOh, right. Of course.” Cole grabbed her T-shirt and handed it to her. “So, your mom can’t stay alone at all?”
    â€œNo, not anymore.” She stood clutching the robe together at her neck with her clothes bunched in front of her. She wanted to retreat to the bathroom to dress, but it seemed kind of silly after what they’d done together. For a moment she let herself relive the feel of his mouth on her, of