The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [241]
“Oh, for heaven’s sake…” The dancer’s words were muttered low, but Jordan heard her. He glanced up. The other man stepped back quickly at the look of menace in Jordan’s eyes. Unfortunately, he still had his hand hooked around the woman’s knee and his sudden retreat pulled her off balance. With a loud gasp, she stumbled right off the edge of the low stage and would have landed next to Larry if Jordan hadn’t caught her.
The impact of her small, lush body caused Jordan to stumble, too, but he easily regained his balance and, acting on pure male instinct, wrapped his arms tightly around her bottom. Her belly landed flush against his lower chest, her ripe breasts pressed to his face. Jordan stood, for a single instant, stunned.
Her small hands felt cool on his burning skin, the contrast maddening. Braced against his shoulders, she pushed back and Jordan was able to see her angry face.
“Are you insane?” she demanded.
“At this moment?” Jordan asked, unable to concentrate on anything of import, not with those incredible breasts a mere breath away. “I believe so.”
He held very still, feeling trapped by her nearness, by the deep timbre of her voice, her warm, gentle weight, her seductive movements. Her body was lithe and supple, soft, despite her determination to push away from him. Acutely aware of one firm breast pressing into his jaw, he could see far too much cleavage to allow for divided attention.
Her black lace bodysuit dipped low in front, displaying the paleness and lush roundness of her breasts; the material was so sheer he could plainly make out the outline of her puckered nipples, thrusting noticeably against the material. His mouth went dry. He was so hard he hurt.
He wanted to taste her.
Contrary to all reason, to the situation, to the crowd around them, to his own basic nature, he wanted to draw her into the heat of his mouth, lick her, taste her, hear her husky moans. He’d only need to turn his head a scant two inches and…
His breath came faster, his stomach cramped.
Her naked thighs were sleek and smooth and warm against his forearms, which he had crossed beneath her bottom. Up close, her overdone makeup was even more apparent—but then, so was her allure. Jordan met her gaze and they each stalled.
Her pale skin was tinged pink from exertion and embarrassment. Her nose was narrow, tilted up on the end like an innocent pixie’s, her mouth so full and soft he could almost feel the effect of it against his skin, making his body throb. Her face was a perfect oval, her cheeks a little too round, her chin a little too stubborn. But those arctic gray eyes…
He’d never seen any like them.
Her breath caught sharply as he studied her mouth. With a burst of near panic, she began her struggles anew. Her efforts to free herself from his hold set them off-kilter and Jordan fell back a step.
A rickety table overturned as he bumped into it, spilling several drinks. Jordan, feeling a little drunk himself as he breathed in the smell of her musky, heated skin, especially strong between her soft breasts, attempted to regain his balance and apologize at the same time.
He wasn’t given a chance. This time the man swinging his meaty fist had better aim. Jordan quickly tried to set the dancer on her feet even as he ducked. He wasn’t fast enough to do either.
His head snapped back from a solid clip in the jaw. Pain exploded, but Jordan didn’t lose his hold on the woman. In fact, his arms felt locked, unable to open even when he wanted them to.
Ears ringing from the blow, Jordan allowed his anger to erupt. Because of how he held her, that fist had come entirely too close to touching a woman.
His head now clearer, Jordan gently released his feminine bundle and moved