Devil's Kiss (Sunset Cove #2) (28 page)

“Yes,” Jordan said. “I really want to date you. Among other things.” He dropped his eyes to Derek’s lips.
 

Fucking tease.
 

“I meant in public, Jordan. Because you made me shut this place down tonight, and—”

“Shh…” Jordan whispered, and brought a finger to his lips. “That’s what I meant too. I just thought tonight being that it’s our first time—”

Derek scoffed.

“—we should make it a private matter. But if you want an audience, that’s really up to you. I’ve always been a little bit daring at heart.”

“A little bit?”

“Okay, a lot.”

Derek then lowered his head to whisper directly against Jordan’s lips, “Good. Then you won’t have any objections when I tell you I’m about to suck your dick right here, with the windows open.”
 

When Jordan brought his own hand around to press Derek’s harder against his cock, his eyes shut. “Not even one.”
 

God
, he was everything Derek had always wanted, and there was no way he was going to let him get away tonight.

* * *

SHIT. I DIDN’T come here just for this,
Jordan thought, as Derek pushed him back onto his desk and moved his hands to the elastic of his gym shorts.
 

A triumphant smile curved Derek’s lips, and somewhere in the back of Jordan’s mind he thought,
Please, like I’m gonna stop him. I’ve wanted this since he left last night.
Sure, it hadn’t been his original goal when he drove over there. He’d actually come armed with a bottle of wine and food and was really
going
to have a date with the guy. But hey, if Derek wanted to go this route first, then Jordan was more than happy to accommodate him.

When he’d walked into Derek’s office and seen him sitting behind his desk in his tight white polo shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, Jordan had to find a way to get his hands and mouth on him as soon as possible. But it seemed for now the tables had turned.

Jordan arched his head back on the desk, eyeing the open windows, and heard Derek’s chuckle.
 

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous. I won’t believe it for a fucking second.”

He wasn’t nervous, just curious how much of their performance might be witnessed by wandering eyes. Jordan then turned his head back in time to see Derek’s reaction to what he’d worn specifically for his gym date that evening.
 

“Oh fuck. Jordan…” Derek said as he touched the cotton that was barely concealing his excited cock. “You dressed for the occasion.”

Jordan pumped his hips up off the desk and slipped his fingers inside the elastic of his purple jockstrap. “You know me. I always try and dress accordingly.”

Derek swatted his hands away and then slowly drew the underwear down until it was beneath his balls. “Liar. You don’t dress for anyone but yourself. It’s one of the things I love most about you. But I have to say, this…
this
is all for me. When you pulled this on tonight, all you were thinking about was how hard it would make me.”

Shit,
Derek was going to make him come if he kept talking like that. Then he circled his fingers around the base of him and gave a strong tug of Jordan’s flesh, making him groan. “Goddamn, Derek. Turn the fucking light off.”

Derek smirked, and it made Jordan want to kiss it right off his face.
 

“But if I do that I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“If you can’t find it in the dark, then we’re having problems.”

“Always a bossy know-it-all,” Derek said, and then before Jordan could respond, Derek crushed his mouth over the top of his.
 

Jordan’s lips parted for him, as always. Never would he think to deny Derek access to any part of him. Over the years their connection had changed and grown, but it always held that undercurrent of give and take that each of them coveted from the other. Jordan bowed up off the desk, greedy for Derek’s taste as his tongue sampled him, dipping inside over and over again. Then Derek pulled back and told him, “Wait here.”

Jordan tracked Derek across the office to the door, where he double-checked it was locked, and then flipped the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.
 

Yes…
I can work with this.
 

The night breeze was blowing through the windows, and, not one to waste a second when it came to getting what he wanted, Jordan kicked his sneakers off and raised his hips, shoving the rest of his clothes down and ridding himself of his socks as Derek came back around to loom over him.

God, the guy is built.
It was one of the things Jordan loved most about him. His height, his muscles, and the grace with which he moved. There were no questions about it—Derek was a beautiful man.
 

Once Jordan’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that Derek had pulled his chair back to the desk and taken a seat, putting himself eye level with every vulnerable part of Jordan.

Bold as ever, Jordan leaned up on his elbows and placed a foot on either side of the chair’s armrests and heard Derek mutter, “Goddamn, Jordan.”

Jordan chuckled as he lay down so his back was flat on the desk, and then he reached for his cock. Just as he wrapped his fist around himself, the warm, wet slide of Derek’s tongue over his balls had a moan escaping his throat. He bucked his hips up for more, but Derek’s hands came up to hold him still. “Behave.”

Jordan scoffed.
Yeah, like that word is even in my vocabulary.
He thrust up again and felt the sharp nip of teeth on his thigh this time. “
Ow
.”

“I told you to behave,”
Derek said, and Jordan was about to tell him to watch it, but he’d already lowered his head again and was sucking on the skin of his sac, rendering him pretty much useless.

As Derek gave him a thorough tongue lashing, Jordan feverishly pumped his cock before he was hauled to the edge of the desk, and Derek stood to take his length between his lips to the back of his throat.
 

Jordan’s eyes closed and he clamped his teeth shut as he fucked Derek’s mouth like he’d never felt anything as good as those lips wrapped around him.
 

“Derek…” he said, close to losing it. He reached for the head bent down over him, and as he got his fingers tangled in the short strands, he tugged Derek’s face up so he could see him. “I want to feel your body against mine.”

Derek wasted no time as he whipped his shirt over his head, and the next thing Jordan heard was the sound of a zipper. Derek was over him a second later, lining their erections up, and suggesting, “Wrap a leg around me.”
 

Jordan did as instructed, and when their bodies came into full naked contact, Derek cursed. Jordan’s cock was pounding, and he could feel the throb of Derek’s as it slid back and forth against his in a hot-as-fuck slide that was about to make his body detonate.
 

Jordan squeezed his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and rubbed himself over every hard surface he could get against. The fact that it was Derek’s cock and abdomen worked out perfectly, because nothing was more of a turn-on to him than the guy who he was about to come all over.

“Demanding. That’s what you are,” Derek told Jordan as he kissed and sucked his jaw and the two of them thrust against one another. “High maintenance, demanding, and insatiable. All the fucking time. And I
love
that about you. Fuck yes, I do. So get used to it. Now, come for me like you told me you would. Pressed against me, just like this.”

Oh God,
it was all too much. The words, the raspy growl coming from Derek every time they moved against each other, and that body.
Shit…

Jordan brought a hand to the back of Derek’s neck and hauled him down so he could take his mouth in a kiss as hot and filthy as what was taking place farther down. Then he slid his lips to Derek’s ear and whispered, “If this is what you do on your first dates, I can’t
wait
to go on our second.”

He wasn’t sure what it said about the two of them that
that
was the catalyst that made them both come. But his words, which were seemingly innocent, had Derek’s fingers flexing and the two of them exploding in a hot mess of sticky fluid.
 

Christ
. Nothing felt as good as when he was with Derek. Not one fucking thing. Jordan could feel Derek’s chest rise and fall against his own where they lay sprawled on the office desk, and he started to laugh.

“Guess you really
do
like the idea of dating me,” Derek said.

“I guess so, smartass,” Jordan said, and shoved Derek away from him.

“This wasn’t really a date, though,” Derek said as he moved off him and pulled his shorts back into place.
 

Jordan sat up to get off the table, but Derek stepped back up between his legs and took his face in his hands to kiss his mouth. “I meant what I said. I want to go out with you. In public.”

Jordan nodded. “I know. Believe it or not, I actually came here tonight just to be with you. I even brought food…and wine. You just jumped me before I had a chance to offer it.”

“Yes. I can see that you put up a real struggle.”

“Hey, I’m just telling you the facts.”

Derek let him go and handed him a box of tissues. Once he was all cleaned up and Jordan had finished putting his own clothes back in order, Derek wandered over to the door and switched the lights back on. The both of them squinted, and once their eyes adjusted, Jordan flicked his to the desk.

“I have to say, Mr. Pearson. You may have just changed my mind about two things.”

Derek slipped his hands into his pockets and waited.

“I think I have a newfound appreciation for one-on-one spot training
and
being flat on my back. Bravo. It’s not every day someone can change my mind.”

Derek chuckled and Jordan’s heart swelled. It had been too long since they’d actually
enjoyed
each other’s company.

“So, I’ll, umm…call you?” When Jordan stuttered over his words, Derek’s chuckle turned into full-on laughter.

“You have no clue what the hell you’re doing, do you?”

“Um, no. Not really.”

Derek walked across the office to where Jordan was standing, and when he didn’t stop, Jordan backed up until he hit the door.
 

“That’s kind of endearing.”

“How lovely,” Jordan deadpanned. “One thing I do know is: I never want to catch you at some club with another guy again. Got it?”
 

 
“I was never with him,” Derek clarified, and brushed their lips together. “When are you going to get it?
You
are the one I call.
You
are the one I want. And it’s about time we explored that for real. Don’t you think?”

Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, irrationally annoyed about that night at Boyz all over again. “I already said yes, didn’t I?”

Derek’s lips pulled tight—he was trying to restrain a smirk, no doubt. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Ugh,” Jordan huffed, and tried to shove Derek away. “Why would I be jealous? I just came all over you. I believe in some cultures, and definitely in the animal world, that makes you mine.”

“And don’t forget,” Derek said boldly, holding Jordan’s gaze, “your cock fits my ass like it was designed for it. So yeah, pretty sure that makes me yours. Just time to make it more…public.”

“There’s that word again.”

“You’re right. In a sense, it’s all about that other word you love so much. Respect, Jordan. It’s time that I had yours.”

Jordan took a step forward and cupped Derek’s face. It was important that it was understood he was telling the truth when he said, “I do respect you.”

My, how the tables had turned on
that
particular conversation.

“Maybe,” Derek said, and wrapped his fingers gently around Jordan’s wrists, before lowering them to his sides. “But it’s time to show me. Starting with date two.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

THE ECHO OF his cell phone had Jordan shutting off his shower early and reaching for his robe. He wrapped it around himself as he padded through his bedroom to his bedside table and smiled when he saw who the caller was. When he hit answer and brought it to his ear, he said, “Ciao, bella.”

His mother’s laugh trilled in his ear, and Jordan couldn’t help but respond in kind to the pure happiness radiating from her. “Hello to you, my sweet boy. How are you?”

“Sweet boy? I think you might have called the wrong number.”

“I know exactly who I called.”

“Mhmm. Just making sure you’re under no delusions as to who you raised.”

“Oh, you mean a genius? Yes, I am aware.”

Jordan headed through to the kitchen, where he grabbed the carton of OJ before he got ready to head to work. Once he poured a glass, he propped his hip against the counter and took a sip.
 

“What can I do for you while you
lounge
in beautiful Italy? How I miss those family vacations.”

“You’re always welcome to come with us, Jordan, you know that. Or visit the lake whenever you wish.”

“I know,” he said, having a quick fantasy of whisking Derek away to the family villa. “Hard to do that, though, when one has a job. You remember what those are, right, Mom?”

She laughed, unoffended, as she no doubt sipped a cocktail of some kind while basking in the European sun.

“Actually,” his mother drawled, and Jordan covered a yawn. Apparently he needed a few more sessions with Derek if his exertions the night before had worn him out. “We’re heading home soon, and I was wondering if you’d mind our stopping by so I could talk to you more about that little project you faxed my way. I’d love to be a part of it if you would have me on board, J. It’s a very important issue you’re dealing with, and I can see you’ve really put a lot of thought into it.”

Jordan perked up at that. He’d been hoping his mother would look over the proposal he’d sent to her on a charity he was looking to fund. Over the years he’d found great pleasure in investing in projects that called to him.