Ana looked around. “I can’t believe how much magic is hidden in this little petting zoo.” She met Jordan’s eyes. “But you’re making a difference for these animals and for the people encountering them. Thank you.”
Jordan felt her breath catch. “Thank you for saying that. It was…a happy accident but, I’m going to be sure everything is very on purpose from here on out.”
Ana reached out and gave Jordan a quick hug. Then she turned to Fletcher. “Is it okay for me to hug you too?”
“I insist,” he said, his voice sounding tight.
They hugged and then Ana went off to join Sophia at the alpaca pen again.
Jordan took a deep breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Fletcher agreed.
She looked up at him. “I’m…thrilled. This is all so wonderful.”
“I agree.” He shook his head. “And I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”
“Aw.” She stretched up to kiss his cheek. Then said in his ear, “Now about that oral sex stuff we need to go over…”
He leaned back. “Nope. We’re not talking about that.” But then he pinched her ass and added, “Right now.”
19
Fletcher was already home by the time Jordan came through the door that evening. He met her halfway across the kitchen.
“Hey, how was —”
He cupped her face and brought her in for a deep kiss. She was up on her tiptoes, clutching the front of his shirt within seconds.
He was in shorts and a t-shirt and smelled like soap as if he’d just showered. The scent took her back to that morning and her entire body felt as if hot water was cascading over it.
He trailed his lips along her jaw to her ear. “I’ve been dying for you to get home.”
“Well, I’m thrilled to be here,” she told him, gasping as he nipped the soft skin just behind and below her ear.
He lifted his head, her face in his hands, staring down at her.
She gripped his wrists, meeting his gaze, a little concerned by the intensity there. “Are you okay?”
“I just realized today that I don’t have to be worried about middles as long as I’ve got you.”
She frowned. “I thought we’d established that you are good at all of that. With the—”
“Yes,” he cut her off with a kiss. “But,” he continued after he released her lips, “you are amazing at middles. You don’t worry about the end. You make now great. All you’ve done for Sophia and the other kids and animals in the zoo—it’s all about right now. Making things better in the moment. And you’ve always done that. That’s what you did for Jason. Being there, supporting him, letting him shine. You’ve always done it for me too. Letting me feel like the big shot, even if I can’t explain scalene triangles.”
“Fletch—”
He didn’t let her finish. “So… I’m going to be fine. When I get tempted to rush to the big, grand gesture or get frustrated with having to go through the slow, or hard, unexciting middle part, you’ll be there showing me how.”
Jordan felt the sting in her eyes and she blinked hard, not wanting to blur the look of love and admiration on his face. “I will always be here,” she promised. “But I will love every single one of your grand gestures too. Life needs those too, Fletcher. Your big happily ever after tendencies are awesome. You make people feel special and celebrated and taken care of.”
He ran his thumbs over her cheeks. “We’re great together then.”
“We definitely are.”
One heartbeat passed and then their mouths came together. Jordan’s hand slid into his still damp hair. He cupped her head, tipping it slightly so he could deepen the kiss. Their tongues met and tangled. They pressed their bodies together, desperate to get closer.
After a few moments of kissing and groping, Fletcher gave a little growl and clamped his hands on her hips. He walked her backward, then lifted her to sit on the countertop. Jordan immediately parted her knees, letting him step in close and then linking her ankles behind him, pressing her heels into his ass. Her arms went around his neck, bringing him close. His hand slipped under her shirt, his big, hot palms against her bare back. They kissed again, deep and hot and needy.
He trailed his lips to her ear and said, gruffly, “Need you naked.”
She remembered what he said about doing lots of exploring and their talk about blowjobs and her entire body clenched and heated.
She leaned back and reached for the hem of her shirt. But as she went to pull it off, the back of her head hit the cupboard behind her.
“Ouch,” she muttered.
Fletcher’s hand was immediately there rubbing over the spot. “Dammit.”
She reached for him, not letting him step back as he tried. “I’m fine.”
She started tugging on his shirt, moving it up his torso. He lifted his arms so she could strip it off, but he had to finish the motion because of the height difference. He tossed the shirt behind him and immediately reached for the clasp on her bra.
When they were both naked from the waist up, they pressed together again, kissing, hands wandering. His muscles bunched under his hot skin as his hands ran up and down her back, around her sides, and then up to cup her breasts.
His thumbs teased her nipples, and they beaded tightly, wanting more pressure. He read her reaction perfectly, tugging and squeezing just enough to make her gasp and moan.
He dipped his knees, bringing his hot mouth against one nipple and sucking hard. She arched her back trying to get closer, but again her head thumped against the cupboard behind her.
His head came up quickly, and he scooped his hands under her ass, with another muttered, “Dammit.”
She opened her mouth to reassure him she was fine, but he lifted her and turned, striding to the table instead. He swept the mail and papers to the floor and deposited her on the top, immediately returning to sucking on one nipple while tugging on the other. With more room to move, she leaned back, bracing her hands behind her and offering her breasts to him more fully. He licked, nipped, and sucked until she was hot and panting.
Jordan shifted forward, reaching for the front of his shorts, grateful he’d put on loose athletic shorts with an elastic waistband. The table wobbled under her as she leaned though and she grabbed the edge with one hand.
Fletcher’s head came up and he stared down at her, breathing hard.
Oh, she didn’t want him to stop now. She lifted a foot, hooking it behind his knee, not letting him step back. She ran her hands over his abs, loving the way the muscles jumped underneath her touch. Then she slid one down into the front of his shorts and along the hard hot length of his cock. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes sliding shut. “Fuck,” he groaned.
She encircled his shaft, squeezing gently, then stroking from base to tip and back down.
“Jordan.”
The way he said her name was rough and she wanted so much more of that.
“I want you,” she told him. “Please.”
She didn’t know if she could take any more just making out. He’d learned every inch of her body, going over it with his fingers and his tongue, but no matter how amazing the orgasms he’d given her had been, she needed more. She wasn’t exactly unsatisfied, but she was craving more. Everything.