Her entire body pulsed and throbbed.
The feel of his erection, thick and heavy, forging its way into her pussy.
Waves of rapture began to surge.
She gasped for breath, her eyes flaring open, widening to stare up at Jordan in dazed, ecstatic euphoria. Convulsive, destructive, her orgasm began in the pit of her belly, tightening and blazing out of control as she felt the first, furious explosion of release.
Her pussy contracted on the shuttling flesh between her thighs. A rivulet of perspiration ease down his temple, his expression sharpening to savage angles.
The first agonizing surge of release slammed through her. She felt Jordan thrust in hard, deep. Throbbing, pulsing, his cock exploded inside her, shuddering through his body. Her vision dimmed, her breath stilling inside her lungs before a low, wild whimper escaped her throat.
Deep spurts of semen were triggers to her extended release. It seemed never-ending, each shuddering pulse of ecstasy tearing through her, tossing her into brutal waves of elation.
Her head thrashed against the back of the chair. Her nails dug into his arms, and she swore that had to be her trying to scream.
Or was she actually screaming?
No, she couldn’t have, she wouldn’t have.
That wasn’t her voice crying hoarsely “Oh God, Jordan, I love you…”
No.
She wasn’t that insane.
CHAPTER 7
Long minutes later, lying in her bed, her back to his chest, his arms wrapped around her as she felt the slow steady beat of his heart against her back, Tehya realized she didn’t want to risk this. “This” being the sated languor she couldn’t shake off.
It sank through her, glowed inside her, and warmed her with a heat so comforting she didn’t want to move.
It was this.
The physical satisfaction, the emotional upheaval, the sense of finally being where she belonged. Held in Jordan’s arms. It was a complete and total sense of inner committment.
She must have managed to keep the insanity of her emotions inside her during her release. Jordan hadn’t mentioned a lapse. He hadn’t advised her against loving him or expecting him to stick around once the mission was over. He wasn’t lecturing her on illusion, adrenaline-inspired emotions or any other subject guaranteed to ruin this incredible moment.
Perhaps the declaration of love had been a silent one. She could only pray it was, because she would be damned if she wanted to face one of Jordan’s all-knowing, love-is-an-illusion dissertations.
He had simply picked her up and carried her to bed where he now lay close to her, the warmth of his body wrapping around her.
One muscular calf pressed between hers, his forearm lay against her stomach, his chin rested atop her head. Intimacy wrapped around them and infused every breath.
She felt wrapped in security, safe and settled.
It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced even when she bought her first home, or her business. Never in her life had she known this feeling, though it seemed she had ached for it most of her life.
It was a feeling of almost complete peace. It would have been complete if not for the knowledge that once she was safe again, he would ride off into the sunset.
Wasn’t that what the white knight always did?
There was always someone else to save wasn’t there? She wasn’t the only damsel in distress in the world.
“You’re not sleeping.” There was a lazy, relaxed quality to his voice. A sense of male satiation that sent a surge of feminine pride racing through her.
But sensual pride, intimacy, or a hidden love couldn’t sustain her. Reality washed it away quickly enough as she remembered exactly how they had ended up here, and the argument that had spurred that kiss.
Dominating, domineering, and arrogant. He had made his plans and he was determined to follow at least one of them. Unfortunately, all of them