Perfectly Broken by Maegan Abel Page B

none of my business and I never should've asked about his family. I wouldn't answer any of his questions about my past earlier.
    "I was an only child so I don't really have any family left to see. With exception to my crazy Aunt Bitsy who lives in Illinois, but there's no way I wanted to spend ten days with her." Jordan laughed, easing some of the tension between us as we moved to safer topics.
    It was almost an hour later when Jordan whispered in my ear that he wanted to take me back to his hotel room. I was immediately on edge again at the thought. I wanted Jordan but hotel rooms, beds in general, weren't my first choice. It was too intimate. I preferred things a little more fun . I waved the waitress over to order another round, hoping to get Jordan drunk enough to see things my way.
    I teased him while we waited, making a comment about beds being boring. When the drinks arrived, Jordan lifted his bottle in a toast. "Fine. To taking risks. Because 'freedom lies in being bold’.”
    I tilted my head to the side, lifting an eyebrow at him as I lowered my glass without drinking. "Quoting Frost in a toast? Now you're boring and pretentious. God, I hope you're at least good in the sack." I smirked in challenge.
    "I've never had any complaints."
    I stifled a laugh. "You've never had me."
    I raised my glass again. "May your life be easy… except when you want it to be hard."
    Jordan laughed and raised his bottle, tapping the neck of it against my glass.
    By the time he finished his beer, I could tell I had him. His words were slurring and I just had to find the right approach. "I have an idea." He raised his eyes to mine and I smiled coyly, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "The hall at the back. Second door on the right. Give me two minutes, then follow." I slid out of the booth without giving Jordan a chance to protest, heading toward the small ladies room. Another bonus of a bar this size was small bathrooms. Just enough room for what I needed.
    I slipped in and left the door unlocked as I checked my reflection in the mirror. I stuffed my purse behind the faucet and fixed my hair. I was wiping away a few mascara smudges when Jordan stepped in behind me. He made quick work of the lock before he crushed his lips against mine.
    The kisses were sloppy and so were our hands as we tugged at each other's clothing. I grabbed the small edge of the sink behind me and started to lift myself onto it. Jordan realized my intention and steadied me with his hands on my hips. His teeth caught my lip and tugged, earning him a hiss, the pleasure bordering on pain.
    "Sorry." The word was muffled as he didn't pull his lips from mine.
    I didn't say anything, I just reached between us to the button of his pants. I could feel his length straining against the closures as I expertly pulled him free.  
    "I can see why you've had no complaints." I bit down on his lip as I gripped him. I wouldn't have pegged him for being one of the larger I'd handled but I was looking forward to seeing what he could do with it.
    He groaned and thrust into my hand, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His hands had moved to my thighs, pushing my skirt out of the way as he hooked my tights with his fingers and tugged them down. I lifted myself onto my hands to help as he fumbled a bit trying to remove the tights and my panties at once.
    When he succeeded, his fingers slid straight to my core, running over the smooth skin as he let out a breath. "Fuck , I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you. You're so fucking sexy." He slipped two fingers inside me and my head dropped back against the mirror, my hips bucking against his hand. He stepped closer and my own hand found his length again, more than ready after waiting two days for this.  
    He seemed to remember something and leaned back, removing his fingers as he tried to lift his foot to pull his jeans up without breaking my contact with his flesh.
    When I realized what he was after, I almost laughed at the