When Sparks Fly (80 page)

I need to stop wondering how much better my life would be if I could wake up to this smile every morning.

I swear, Beavis is right, there has never been another pansy-ass, lovesick fighter pilot in the history of the Navy.

Jordyn lifts her torso up, reaching across me to the bedside table and grabs the room service menu. She pulls the sheet up around her, covering her breasts, and leans back against the headboard.

“What do we want for breakfast?” she asks, and then quickly glances around the room. “It is still morning, right?”

I pull myself up and sit next to her. “Yeah, it’s still morning, and I don’t I know what I want if you hog the menu so I can’t see it.” I grab the edge of the menu and pull but her hand clamps down on it.

I look up into her face, eyes wide, a small hint of a smile on her lips. It’s got to be about the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen, and I let out a chuckle, releasing the menu.

“Whatever you pick, I’ll be good with.” I swing my legs off the bed and stand. My arms go up over my head and I twist my torso. A series of pops run down my spine, like a row of dominoes toppling over. And I’m still buck-ass naked from last night’s fun and games.

Her eyes are still wide, but there is a sparkle in them. And her smile has a slightly devious twist to it.
She is totally checking me out!
She went from adorable to sexy-as-hell faster than I can catapult off a carrier.

I want to jump back into bed and remind her what I can do to her, but nature is calling. I walk to the bathroom and close the door. Even I’m not so crude to take a morning piss in front of a woman. I notice the hotel-supplied bottle of mouthwash on the counter and rinse. That definitely increases the odds of more kissing – and there is not much I want to do more than kiss that woman for a very long time.

I turn on the hot water, take the little bar of soap and give myself a quick sink rinse. I reek after last night’s workout.

I open the bathroom door, feeling a little less like something the dog dragged in. Jordyn is on the bed, rolling onto her side, replacing the phone receiver back in its cradle.

It’s dive bomb time.

I take a couple of steps and leap across the bed as she is rolling onto her back. My body is sprawled across her midsection. I place my hands on the bed, holding myself up a bit. I don’t want to actually crush her…or my growing erection. Broken dick will only hamper my initiative to have sex with her one – maybe two – more times this morning.

“Oh, holy shit,” she squeals. I lift my head and gaze at her. Her eyes are bright and smiling all on their own. I roll off, flopping onto my back.

She scrambles onto her knees. “You’re dead meat, mister! You scared the crap out of me.” Before I can react, she is on me, her fingers along the sides of my ribcage. And I’m done. I am the most ticklish person to walk the earth.

My laughter reverberates off the walls, along with pleas of “no” and “stop”. I grab her hands, restraining them from their evil ministrations on my ticklish spots. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Yes!” She sits back, fist pumping the air, and then lays by my side as I try to catch my breath.

“And Jordyn retains her title as the Tickle Champion. The crowd goes wild. Whoop, whoop, whoop.”

I can’t help but chuckle, even though I have revealed my most secret vulnerability. She rolls to her side, pulls herself up, resting on her elbow. Leaning over, she gives me a quick peck on the lips before jumping out of bed.

“Food should be here soon.” And then she disappears into the bathroom. I watch her the entire way, admiring the sway of her hips and the round curve of her ass as she closes the door behind her.

My arm instantly covers my eyes and I groan. This woman is going to be the death of me. Jordyn Keyes has revealed herself as the woman of my dreams in under eighteen hours.

Fuck my life.

*

Jordyn

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! What the hell am I doing?

Pacing back and forth in the tiny bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Rosy cheeks. Ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Bright, happy – albeit a bit wide – eyes.

Oh, this is not good… not good. One night stands do not stay for breakfast. And you do not – under any circumstance – pray they will still be here for breakfast tomorrow.

No, no, no.

Unless…

No, Jordyn. He will go back to his ship. Fly jets to unknown places in the world. Resume finding a girl in every port.

You MUST NOT fall for this fly boy!

I go through the motions of my morning bathroom routine, all the while mediating an internal argument between my head and my heart. I’m completely torn between being responsible, and knowing this will never work – but…

Then there’s this other side, begging me to continue on my
let loose a little
plan. I mean, so far it’s worked out really well.
Example A
is naked in my bed waiting to share breakfast with me after what has to be the most incredible night of sex and multiple orgasms I have ever experienced in my life.

Maybe my heart is right. Maybe this could work.

How do you know Fly Boy even wants it to work?

God, I really despise that little voice in my head. Being practical is overrated.

Tap, tap, tap

“Hey, Jordyn, breakfast is here.”

“Be right out.” I grab my hairbrush and run it through my hair, yelping when it hits a sex-induced tangled knot.

Grant is standing by the little round table centering the food tray. He has his shorts on but no shirt. Pretty sure he’s commando, too. That’s sexy as hell.

His shoulders and back are muscular but not huge, with a tan that stops just below his hips.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing him between the shoulder blades. My fingers work the button at the front of his shorts and lower the zipper.

“This is a no clothing breakfast,” I say.

“I’m good with that.” He steps out of his shorts and I gently push him onto the bed.

“Lay down.” I grab the bowl of fruit and walk to the bed, setting it on the nightstand. Straddling him, I grab a plump strawberry and place it against his lips. “Open.”

His eyes widen and a smile hits his gorgeous face. He takes a bite and I watch as he chews and swallows. It’s seductive and alluring, and I want to run my tongue along his Adam’s apple. I pick out a hunk of pineapple and run it across his lips. When he bites down, juice squirts out and runs down his chin. His hand goes up to wipe it, but I stop him.

“Nuh, uh, uh, you just sit there and look pretty. I’ll take care of that.” My tongue laps up the juice as it runs over his chin and down his neck.

“Oh, fuck me, Jordyn,” he groans, shifting his erection under me. Tingling moves up my thighs between my legs.

“Well, that is the plan, Grant. But this isn’t a race to the finish line. This is a long, winding, wet, potentially sticky ride.” I place the remainder of the pineapple between my teeth, lean over and offer him a bite. He sinks his teeth into it, chews quickly and swallows. I let my lips linger just over his, a hint of pineapple juice clinging to them.

Grant raises his head, crashing his lips against mine. I open my mouth, inviting his tongue in, reveling in the sweet pineapple and strawberry taste. His hands cup my ass, moving me along his long, hard erection. God, it feels so good. I am so close to turning all control over to him, and losing myself in him like I did last night.

But I want this. I want to take charge of our pleasure. Discover what he wants and then give it to him. Teasing and tempting him. Drive him mad until neither one of us can control our climaxes.

“Slow down, Fly Boy. I promise you will get everything you want, you just have to be patient and let me drive.”

He stares at me for a moment, his face blank but his eyes slightly narrowed. I grab a grape and pop it in my mouth, then lean over and kiss him. When his lips part, I push the grape in his mouth and pull my head away. He chomps down and smiles.

I look into his eyes, dark, intense, lustful, but bordering on disbelief. It lasts for just a few seconds and then he grins. “Have your way with me.”

He puts his arms over his head, grasping the iron headboard, leaving himself vulnerable.

“Stay just like that.” I dart over to the tray and grab the bowl of whipped cream, and resume my spot on top of him. I take a large strawberry and dip it in the whipped cream. He takes a bite, but the strawberry is so big, half of it is left behind.

I use it to scoop up a large dollop of the cream, but this time I smear it on his chin, down his neck and across his chest. My tongue follows the path, licking up the sweet stuff. I mix in kisses and nips along his neck and chest, sucking every last bit of cream from his body.

I offer him the strawberry, but he shakes his head. “I want some of what you just had.” His voice is low, raspy, and it sends a warm shiver through me.

I dip my finger in the whipped cream and slather it around my nipples. His hand caresses one of my breasts and he guides it to his mouth. When he’s done, he moves to the other, licking and sucking until I moan. This man has a way of sucking and teasing and using his tongue to swirl things – it’s masterful and erotic, and I’m done for.

He grabs my finger and plunges it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. When he pulls back, releasing my finger, he murmurs, “Mmm, Jordyn, you taste so good.”

My lips are on his in an instant, my tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. I can’t contain it any longer. I want this man – and I want all of him. Now.

I move my hips against him. The tip of his erection gliding along my core, pushing against my clit. I wrap my hand around him, moving him to my opening.

“Jordyn,” Grant says, his voice muffled. “Condom, baby.”

I reach across to the box on the table and pull one out. Grant had run to the store in the lobby to buy a box after we used the only one he had in his wallet last night. I open the packet and roll it onto him. When I move him back into position, I push onto him just as he raises his hips.

I take all of him inside of me. A long hiss comes from him as our bodies bump against each other. Leaning back, I place my hands on his thighs as my body moves up and down along his length. His hands run up my thighs, massaging them. When he pushes his thumb against my clit, I throw my head back. The muscles in my thighs tense.

I look at Grant. His head is back. His jaw tightly clenched. The muscles in his neck are strained, and look as if they might just snap. The tips of his fingers dig into my ass. I know he’s close, and I know I want to fall into the abyss of pleasure with him. I move faster along him, forcing him as deep as he can go, hitting that sweet spot at the back of my pelvis.

His thumb is moving in fast circles over my clit, and my climax floods me. A strained, deep groan comes from Grant, followed by a few quick jerking movements.

I lay my head in the crook of his neck. My chest is heaving, unable to get a sufficient amount of air back into my lungs. My hair is a thick veil covering my face, but I don’t have the strength to move it out of the way.

“We’re all sticky,” he says, wrinkling his nose.

“We better take a shower then, huh?” I scratch at the morning scruff along his jaw, marveling at it. I hadn’t expected it to be so soft.

“We conserving water?”

I lean in and kiss him. “We probably should. It’s the ecologically responsible thing to do, right?”

“Yep. Saving the earth, one shower at a time.” A lop-sided grin crosses his face as he climbs out of bed and offers me his hand.

The shower is incredible, although the hot water runs out way before we are done making love. It doesn’t matter, we seem to generate our own heat.

Its hands down the most fun I’ve ever had in a shower. It’s going to be a major letdown to go home and have to go back to the basic wash, rinse, repeat that has been my life up to this point.

Life is so unfair, sometimes. I finally meet a guy who releases me from all my inhibitions, one that I really want to get to know better and there is no hope of it going anywhere. I’ve been able to extend it this much, and it looks as if it might stretch out for the weekend. But that would be it. This is a one-night stand turning into a weekend fling. Period.

And that makes my heart twist a bit. It’s hard to think I might never see Grant again.

Really hard.

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Chapter Three