“Someone was confident.”

“Safe,” I corrected. “Someone was safe and now—”

I let out a growl as I picked up the empty box and pulled out a sticky note that said, “Stick it, get it? Like as in stick it to her? Ha-ha, I kill myself. Also, payback’s a bitch. Now we’re even for you signing me up for that stupid show. Oh, also, note the picture.” The picture was of a stick figure holding a bag of peas to its middle, maybe its balls? Oh, and he wrote it in blue crayon. The sick bastard.

It would take me at least five minutes to run down to the main lobby. I tossed the box at the wall and glared.

Jordan let out a soft laugh.

“Not funny.” I sighed, my body still having other ideas as it tried to unite with her without my damn permission.

“It kind of is.” She wiggled on top of me.

I gripped her hips. “Keep moving and it won’t be. Seriously, Jordan. I’ve been putting this off for years.”

“Sex?”

“With you.” I grumbled. “Okay, so it hasn’t been years, but it feels like it and I really, really, really . . .” I sighed as I took in her pert breasts and perfect curves. “Where was I again?”

Jordan moved.

I hissed.

“I know your medical history.” Jordan winked. “And I’m on the pill . . .” She moved again. I groaned as my head slammed back against the headboard. “You’re welcome.”

“Shit, you feel good.” I grabbed her hips and moved her exactly where I wanted her. “Are you sure?”

“No.”

I jerked back my hands.

“Kidding.” She winked.

“Am I laughing?”

“If you were, that means I was doing it wrong,” she said in a teasing voice. “And I don’t want to do it wrong.”

“Impossible.”

“Possible.”

“Jordan?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up.” With one lift I had her in the air and swiftly thrust into her.

She stopped talking.

I stopped breathing.

And then, very slowly, moved in and out, thinking it wasn’t real, nobody could actually feel that perfect.

But she did.

I picked up my pace, sweat pooling at my temples as Jordan leaned over me, and then with a move I’d only ever seen in the movies, she flipped onto her back, taking me with her.

“I think I love you.” I chuckled.

She winked while I thrust harder, deeper, then pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her back against me so she was almost in a sitting position.

“Damn, this is going to be over too quickly.” I tugged her ear with my teeth as I tried to slow down, but every part of me was ready to explode into oblivion.

Her body tightened around me.

I held my breath, trying to prolong the moment.

She arched.

“More, Reid!”

I cupped her breasts and clenched my teeth. “Love that phrase.”

I’d like to think her next scream was because of me, and when she found her release and said my name three times and then a fourth, I decided that I was never leaving her bed. Ever.

I held out as long as I could.

Which was about one more second.

Spent, I leaned my forehead against her back.

“Reid?” Her voice was hoarse. Did I do that? Was that me? My chest puffed up.

“Hmm?” I kissed her salty-sweet skin.

“Next time I want to yell Phantom.”

I slapped her ass, then burst out laughing. “You and every other woman in existence.”

“Hey, some like Raoul.”

“Raoul can suck it!” I laughed.

“Mature.” She slowly crawled off me and leaned back against the pillow, her face flushed. “That was incredible.”

“That”—I leaned down and kissed her nose—“was just round one.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

REID

A pillow was covering my face. The sheet had somehow been ripped from the bed and was dangling halfway across one of the lamps in the corner and Jordan was asleep, shivering, in the middle of the bed, naked.

I laughed and covered her with the comforter, then kissed her head and walked out of the room.

It was morning, though I wasn’t sure how early, nor did I care after that marathon last night.

Forget round one.

Round two included ice cubes.

Round three featured a bit of standing and maneuvering and a pulled hamstring.

Round four took place halfway off the mattress.

Round five was a good idea, but we decided against it when neither one of us could keep our eyes open long enough to kiss.

I was wiped.

In the best possible way.

It was impossible to hide my smile as I made my way into the kitchen in search of some coffee.

“So,” Max said from behind a newspaper. How was he already dressed? He turned a page. “Either you just gave me a little niece or nephew or, bummer, you had to go down to the lobby last night. But by the sounds of it, I don’t think it killed the moment at all.”

I lowered my middle finger over the page.

He pulled the newspaper back and grinned. “Hey, at least we’re even now. No going behind each other’s backs and doing anything crazy. Right? The war between brothers ends, right here, right now?”

My eyes narrowed. “How do I know you’re going to keep your word?”

Max sighed. “I thought you might ask that.” He reached into his front pocket and placed a key on the table, sliding it across the granite. “It’s yours.”