Drifting on a warm cloud, I slowly awaken in Jordan’s arms and to his heart-stopping smile. “Welcome back, sweet one.”

Catching my breath, I can’t speak for several moments. I just lay there quietly with Jordan, who rests his forehead against mine and cuddles me.

The biggest orgasm of probably both Kent’s and my lives–accepted and given–isn’t the only reason my tongue is still. I feel like I touched heaven, and that makes a girl pause. But it’s more ...