His eyes bored into hers as he seemed to be thinking over something important. Then he gave a single nod. “Need you naked,” he said again.
He put a hand on her chest and pushed gently. Her hand slipped from his shorts and she leaned back again, bracing her hands behind her.
Fletcher reached for the button on her shorts, undoing it swiftly and lowering the zipper. He tugged, sliding the shorts down her hips. She had to lift a little to get them past the curve of her butt and the table wobbled again.
“Dammit,” he muttered.
Rather than let him focus on the instability of the surface, Jordan moved to shove the shorts the rest of the way down her legs. They dropped to the floor and Fletcher’s eyes went immediately to the center of the silky lavender panties she was wearing.
He lifted a hand and traced a finger along the lacy upper edge.
Jordan sucked in a quick breath, her stomach tightening under the light stroke.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said. “How did I keep my hands to myself all these years?”
She felt one corner of her mouth curl up. “Because you’re a really good guy.”
Fletcher was not the type of guy to ever try to take another guy’s girlfriend.
He lifted his eyes. “Thank God that didn’t cost me. I got you in the end.”
She nodded. “You definitely got me.”
With his eyes locked on hers, Fletcher grabbed the tops of her panties and stripped them down her legs. The purple silk dropped to the floor at his feet, but his eyes were still on hers as he stroked a hand up her inner thigh. “Time to learn something new,” he said.
She didn’t even need specific words for her body to react to that. It was in his voice, in his eyes, in the press of the erection behind the cotton of his own shorts. He wanted her. And Fletcher wanting her this way was doing more to her than Jason’s touch had in the past few years.
Oh God. She gave a little whimper. “I’m all yours, Mr. Landry.”
Yeah, the hot, naughty teacher thing wasn’t going to get old any time soon.
Or ever.
Fletcher’s gaze flared hot and finally dropped to skim over her naked form.
“Holy hell,” he said, almost reverently, like a prayer.
He grabbed one of the chairs and pulled it around, dropping into it, then reached for her, pulling her ass to the edge of the table. The table wobbled and creaked, but this time Fletcher didn’t react.
Sitting in the chair put him at the perfect height to lean in and kiss her inner thigh.
Jordan’s entire body trembled with desire and anticipation.
He ran the tip of his finger up and down the outer lip of her pussy. Every muscle in her body clenched.
“So, so pretty,” he said. He lifted his eyes. “And all mine.”
The possessive words made her instantly hotter and wetter. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.
That definitely seemed to please him. He stroked his finger over her outer lip again, then moved to the center, running the big, thick pad of his finger up and down her slit. He grazed her clit and the tingles shot from that spot out in every direction through her body.
She gasped his name.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to hear a lot more of that,” he said, his voice husky.
He teased her with his finger for another few moments, winding her tighter, then slipped half his finger into her tight channel. She immediately clamped down on him and he gave a little groan of approval.
“Oh, you want this,” he said.
“Yes. So much.” She was panting now.
“You can have whatever you want from me.”
She swallowed hard. “Anything, you promise?”
He met her eyes again and nodded. “I promise. “
She licked her lips. “I want everything. Fletcher, seriously. Tonight. I want another chance at our wedding night.”
He took a deep breath and blew it out. “Yes,” he finally said.
Relief rushed through her and she lowered herself onto her elbows. “Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Landry.”
He moved his finger, sliding in and out a couple of times, clearly not deep enough, but enough to ignite her nerve endings. Then his thumb brushed over her clit and she groaned.
She slid her knees further apart and he gave an answering groan. He teased her for a little longer with just his finger and thumb, but finally, he lowered his head and gave her clit a lick.
Jordan nearly came off the table. As her hips lifted, the table wobbled and she gripped the one edge.
“Scoot back a bit,” he ordered. “You might move too much to be on the edge.”
She was already feeling restless and urgent. She needed to move and arch and…she didn’t even know.
She started to slide up the table, but something pinched the upper curve of her ass and she gasped.
“What is it?” Fletcher asked sharply.
“Nothing.” She rolled her head back and forth on the table. “It’s nothing. Keep going.”
He lowered his head again and gave her a long lick, then lightly sucked on her clit as he slid his finger deeper inside her.
She cried out, just from that much. Her hips bucked and she felt the sharp sting on her butt cheek again.
“Ouch!”
Fletcher’s head came up quickly. “That hurt?”
“God no,” she told him. “Not you.”
He frowned. “What’s going on?”
She huffed out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know. Something’s pinching my butt.”
“Fucking hell.” He stood swiftly and scooped her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He looked down over her shoulder. “You’re right on top of the drop-leaf,” he said.
“Fletcher, it’s fine.”
He huffed out a breath and looked around the kitchen. “You might have a point about only having sex in bedrooms.”
She looked up at him. “When did I say I only have sex in bedrooms?”
“After you sprained your ankle in the shower.”
She shook her head. “Stop remembering things. I’m fine with sex anywhere. With you, everywhere.”
He looked down at her, then over her shoulder to the living room. “Good.” Holding her straddling his waist, he strode through the kitchen and into the living room, not stopping until they got to the couch. When she thought he was going to settle onto the cushions with her, he surprised her by setting her butt on the back of the couch with her feet on the cushions.
Before she could say anything, he knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and leaned in, resuming his licking and sucking.
“Oh my God, Fletcher!” Her hand flew to his head, curling into his hair as he ate at her.
He slid a finger into her, pumping deep, then added a second.
It wasn’t just his hand and mouth that got her climbing again nearly instantly. Those were magnificent of course, but it was the position, the way he knelt between her knees as if servicing her. It was also that this couch had been the site of so many things—brainstorming, heart to hearts, the massage the other night when he just took care of her. And now it seemed appropriate that one of the dirtiest, hottest moments between them happened here.
He sucked harder, curled his fingers, and she came quickly. Surprisingly quickly.
Her muscles clamped down on him and she cried out his name as the orgasm crashed over her.