Jordan cupped her breasts, feeling their perfect weight in his palms. Chloe’s head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as she arched into his touch. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm under his hands. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and was rewarded with a full-body shiver and a sound that made his blood rush south.

"Nn...that feels..."

"Good?" He repeated the motion, slower this time, paying attention to how her body responded. The way her breathing changed, the small tremor that ran through her.

"Yes." The word came out harsh, desperate. She pressed down against him with renewed intensity, her rhythm becoming less controlled. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

Jordan had zero intention of stopping. Not with Chloe making those sounds, those raw, unfiltered noises that bypassed every defense she’d spent months maintaining. Not when she was moving against him like proximity itself wasn’t enough anymore, like she needed to be closer, needed more. His mouth traced a path down from where he’d been focused, following the line of her collarbone, exploring the curve where her neck met her shoulder. When his lips finally closed around her nipple, the reaction was immediate and electric.

Chloe’s entire body tensed. Her back arched hard, pushing her chest more firmly against his mouth. Her fingers dove into his hair, gripping tight, holding him exactly where she wanted him with an urgency that bordered on demand.

"Jordan!" His name broke from her lips in a pitch he’d never heard before, high and breathless and completely undone. "Ah...yes...fuck, yes..."

Her hips worked faster, rocking against the growing hardness in his sweatpants. Jordan could feel her heat through the thin fabrics separating them. His hands returned to her ass, slipping back under the white shorts to guide her movements. No underwear. Just smooth, bare skin filling his hands.

Jordan growled against her breast, the sound coming from somewhere primal and hungry. Chloe responded with a moan that vibrated through her entire body.

"You feel so good," she panted, grinding down harder. "So...ahh...so good..."

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to send a sharp pleasure-pain signal racing to his brain. Jordan squeezed her ass, feeling the perfect firmness yield under his fingers. He’d spent six months looking at pictures of this girl, watching videos where she teased the camera with that half-smile and those knowing eyes.

Now she was here. Real. Warm. Moving against him with increasing desperation, chasing something they both wanted.

"Jordan?" Her voice came out as fragments between gasping breaths, fractured by the motion of her hips against him.

"Yeah?"

"I think we should—" She punctuated the pause with another deliberate grind that sent sparks racing up his spine. "—mmh—take this upstairs."

The words registered slowly, fighting through the haze of sensation. Invitation. Explicit. Direct. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, an unconscious response to the images suddenly flooding his mind.

She made a small, pleased sound low in her throat.

"You sure?" The question came out rougher than he intended, his voice scraped raw by want.

"Very." She rolled her hips in a slow, torturous circle that proved her point better than words ever could. Her blue eyes locked with his, dark and knowing and absolutely certain. "Unless you have objections?"

Jordan’s brain attempted to formulate objections. Found none. Discarded the search entirely in favor of cataloging approximately eight million reasons to agree immediately. The heat of her against him. The weight of her in his hands. The way she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole.

"No objections." He pulled her down into another kiss, harder this time, tasting the curve of her smile against his mouth.

"Upstairs sounds perfect."

Chloe climbed off his lap with visible reluctance, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. She held out her hand to him, standing there in just those tiny white shorts, her hair mussed from his fingers, lips swollen from kisses. The blue streak caught the light as she tilted her head toward the stairs.

"Coming?"

"Not yet." The joke escaped before he could stop it.

Chloe’s laugh filled the apartment. "Wow. That was terrible." But she was smiling wider than he’d ever seen, a genuine, unguarded expression that transformed her face completely. "Come on, funny guy."

Jordan took her offered hand and stood, letting her lead him toward the loft stairs. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the gentle sway of her hips, the curve of her waist, the blue streak in her hair swinging with each step.

This wasn’t the Calypso that thousands of subscribers paid to see. This wasn’t the Chloe Kim who sat three rows ahead in Econ, projecting careful disinterest.

This was something real. Something just for him.

Halfway up the stairs, Chloe glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark, lips curved in that half-smile that had launched a thousand fantasies. But there was something else there now. Something genuine and a little uncertain, like she couldn’t quite believe this was happening either.

"You know this is crazy, right?" Her voice had dropped, gone serious. "This whole thing. You and me."

"Completely insane."

"And you’re okay with that?"

Jordan squeezed her hand. "More than okay."

Her smile returned, brighter than before. She tugged him up the remaining steps toward her loft, toward her bed with its simple white sheets that he could see from here.

"Good answer." She backed toward the mattress, still holding his hand. "Now come here and help me forget about killers hiding under beds."

"I thought you weren’t scared anymore."

Chloe pulled him down onto the mattress, her body warm and soft under his. Her arms wound around his neck, legs parting to cradle him between them.

"Maybe I lied again." She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. "Maybe I just wanted to get you into my bedroom."

"Devious." Jordan nipped at her lower lip. "I like it."

"I hoped you might." Her hands traced patterns down his back, fingernails leaving light scratches that sent shivers racing along his spine.

"Now shut up and kiss me."