Waking Up

When I woke up in the middle of the night to find Jordan’s hand curled possessively around my breast, I wanted to cry. Capturing my bottom lip between my teeth, I turned my head in his direction as I absently ran my fingers over the back of his hand. “Jordy,” I whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him up, just needing to say his name out loud.

But he stirred. His fingers flexed against my breast, squeezing gently as he let out a breath. “Mmmm,” he shifted against me, his leg slipped over mine as he came to rest hard against my thigh.

As his breath caressed my shoulder, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him. I could’ve given him a little shake - woke him up - but there was something about being naked in his arms that made me feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman alive.

I loved him, more than I ever loved anyone before.

And that scared me. Love was unpredictable and unreliable. I didn’t want to wake up one morning to find I lost everything. I had been through that once - I lost my parents - the most important people in my life; I didn’t know what I would do if I lost Jordan.

“I love you,” I whispered. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Never,” he murmured as his hand slipped from around my breast to slip under my shoulder. He pulled me to him, wrapping me up tight in his arms. “Forever.”

“Forever.” I smiled, my hand drifting down his back.

“Mmmm,” he kissed my shoulder. “Forever.”

A few hours later, I woke to his lips on my shoulder again. Only this time I was on my stomach, under the blankets while he was kneeled between my legs, the blankets separating us.

“Hey!” I lifted my head off his pillow and turned to look at him. When I tried to lift up from his bed, he slipped his hands up my arms and held my hands against the bed - holding me down. “Jordy?”

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he ran the tip of his tongue along my jaw line.

“Ohhmmm,” I squirmed beneath him.

His tongue continued its journey - tracing my earlobe and trailing down my neck to the spot where it connects with my shoulder. With one quick, last flick, his tongue left my skin and his lips took its place.

“Jordy,” I bit my lip, rocking my hips, rubbing my bum against him.

“Annnaa!” His hands tightened on mine as he responded by rocking his hips. “Damnit!” He cursed and moved away from me.

“Wait!” I half turned towards him. “What’s wrong?” He had rolled onto his side and was pushing the blankets towards me. “Why are you dressed?” I frowned.

He didn’t say a word until he had shoved the blankets over me and off to the other side of me. He whistled as his eyes traveled down over my body, “Turn over Babe,” he grunted, his hand groping as he tried to help me turn. “Ahhh,” his lips parted.

“Come here,” I reached for him as my legs fell to either side of his. His lips turned up in a sexy grin as he fell forward onto his hands and kissed me.
I almost had his pants down over his butt. He was hard and I was wet, it was just as intense as it was the night before. I had opened my mouth to ask him to make love to me again, I wanted to feel him inside me but before I could form the words, there was a sharp knock on his bedroom door.

“Jordan, did you wake Anna?” I head his mom call through the door. “Your dad is getting hungry; we want to take you two and Jenna out for breakfast.”

“Your mom is here?” I gasped as I tried to shove him off me and cover up. “How could you…?” I bat his hands away. “With your parents out there?”

Sure I was fine with public displays of affection but making love with his parents out in the living room waiting for him to wake me up so we could go for breakfast? I was embarrassed.

“I didn’t intend on this,” he said defensively. “I came in here and you looked so sexy laying there, I had to kiss you. I wanted to touch you Babe. I didn’t expect to…,” he motioned towards his hard on and gave me a helpless look. “You do this to me, how am I supposed to stop it?”

“Jordan? Is everything ok in there?”

“Yes Mom!” He yelled over his shoulder. “We’ll be out in a minute! Go back to the kitchen with Dad!”

I raised a brow, I never heard him talk to his mom like that before.

“I’ll apologize later,” he told me before falling to the bed next to me. His arm slipped around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

“We should get out there,” I sighed. “Your parents are probably getting annoyed.”

He shrugged, “They did show up without notice,” he got up on his elbow and smiled down at me. “Serves them right to have to wait for us.”

His fingers gently caressed my cheek as he lowered his head.