"Jordan," he breathed as he broke off the kiss. "Say you're mine."
Jordan's eyes opened and she looked confused all of the sudden. Her breathing was ragged, her lips swollen from the depth of his lust.
"Jordan, I know you are mine. But you need to say it…often. I want you to say it all night long, so in the morning you still remember you are the one who said it. In the morning, I want to know that you still understand the promise you are making to me now, and that you still understand the promise I'm making to you. We have a history, Jordan. Say it."
"I'm yours." Jordan started to cry. All the pain she had caused him came welling up. She didn't deserve this special treatment from the man she'd been pushing away for so long. How come he could still promise to never let her go after all she'd done to him? He was so used to her screwing with his head that he needed this reassurance before they could move on. "You'll never let me go? Ever?"
"Never, Jordan." He kissed her forehead softly. "Say it again."
"I'm yours, Woodrow Hoyt." She smiled slowly, still not sure what was happening, but feeling for the first time in her life that she'd found peace.
"You are so beautiful. So amazingly beautiful." Woody sat on the edge of the bed, shamelessly running his eyes over her whole body, still glistening wet from the bath. He knew where he would touch her first, but she really was a feast for the eyes.
Reaching toward her face, he stroked her forehead, kissing her first there, then each cheek. His hand moved through her hair to cradle the back of her head before he pressed his lips against hers again.
The world had stopped and it was just the two of them. Woody slowly shed his own clothes, wanting to lay down with her, but not willing to leave her long enough to undress all at once.
"Woody," Jordan whined, taking in the magnificent sight as Woody finally divested himself of his clothes. She needed him…he'd been teasing her for what seemed like hours, touching her everywhere. His touch had been light and infuriatingly gentle and he hadn't even given her a chance to reciprocate.
Woody lay down next to her, taking her mouth with his again. This time his kiss was more demanding as he sought entrance with his tongue, wanting to claim her completely.
When her hands moved to touch his body, he grasped her wrists and lifted them above her head. He knew that if she touched him it would be over far too soon. Holding her wrists with one hand, his other hand began moving once again down her body. His mouth never left hers. He heard and felt the moan that was torn from her when his fingers found her hot core.
Her whole body lifted off the bed at his touch. He was driving her crazy. She'd never felt this electrified. The touches were becoming more demanding and Jordan was sinking deeper and deeper in oblivion.
Woody finally moved his mouth from hers and began to kiss his way down her body. He'd touched all of this before, at the inn that night…but now he was intent on memorizing every inch. Worshipping every curve, every nook and cranny. Now that he knew he'd have her forever, he felt it was imperative to know all of her with every sense. He inhaled her scent, he tasted her skin, he feasted his eyes. Even the noises she made…he would remember it all.
Her breasts were just the right size to fill his hand, the valley between a welcoming pillow for his head as he ran his fingers over her sensitive peaks.
Eventually he had to let go of her hands as he explored lower with both his hands and tongue. After a lengthy exploration of her belly and hips he finally let himself move to her core. Her hands grasped at his hair as he leisurely blew onto her hot skin.
"Say it again, Jordan. Remember I want to hear it a lot tonight. No more doubts, no running away."
"I'm yours, Woody! All yours…just please…oh God…"
At that additional admission, his lips found her most private place and almost immediately she bucked up off the bed. Her whimpers and cries were desperate and loud. Woody hadn't meant to bring her to such ecstasy yet, but he went with it…he'd just have to start with her feet next time. He had to hold her hips firmly as she soared higher and higher.
Careful to keep her at her peak of pleasure, he switched to using his fingers as he rose above her. He couldn't take it anymore himself. He was crazy in need of release and she had done that to him.
He stopped long enough for one more thing, pressing right at her entrance but still keeping his hand at a steady pace to pleasure her.
"Say it," he growled.
"I'm yours!" She screamed and then screamed again as Woody plunged into her with one swift motion.
It was several minutes later that they both crashed onto the bed, breathing hard and feeling complete.
"Thank you, Woody. I really am yours. Thank you." She breathed then curled up against him and fell asleep in his arms.
Woody had just enough energy to kiss her temple then cover them up before he also succumbed to a happy, sated sleep.