The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [248]
“My father,” Jordan said in a raw voice, “would have been right up there with the others, sweetheart, throwing money on the stage, urging you on, and doing his damndest to buy your favors. But seeing you tonight…” He hesitated and his hand opened on the back of her head as he thrust his fingers through her silky hair, urging her closer, watching her pupils expand wildly. “…I can almost forgive him for that.”
Jordan’s words trailed off into a whisper as her eyes slowly closed, her lips parting on a hungry breath. Her invitation was clear, and he leaned toward her, already growing hard in anticipation of taking her mouth. He couldn’t believe this was happening, and he couldn’t stop it.
She gave a soft moan as he kissed the very corner of her lips, and another when he tilted his head and brushed his mouth over hers. Her lips parted on the third moan and Jordan took her, his tongue immediately sinking deep, his mind shutting down on everything except the hot taste of her, the wild, savage way she made him feel.
A loud rapping on the window jarred him out of his lust-fogged stupor.
Georgia jumped back, gasping, one hand at her throat as her face drained of color. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know she was mortified, that she’d been as carried away as Jordan. He leaned past her to see his largest brother scowling through the window.
Morgan’s hair was plastered to his skull, his face was unshaven and he wore a plain T-shirt and jeans, testimony to the fact that he’d been at home, not on call. He must have driven at top speed, Jordan realized, to have gotten to the bar so quickly.
Morgan’s requisite badass look was firmly in place, the one that had kept Buckhorn citizens in line for some time now—the same look that made them all respect him as a man fully capable of handling any situation.
Not in the least daunted by that black expression, Jordan shoved his door open and stepped out of the car, addressing Morgan over the roof. “You’ve got about the lousiest damn timing of any man I’ve ever known!”
Morgan, red-eyed and looking mean, made a sound reminiscent of a snarl. “I’m leaving that distinction to you, Jordan. And you better have one helluva good excuse for this, otherwise I’m liable to kick your ass all the way home—where my sick wife and fussing baby girl are waiting.”
Jordan prepared to blast him with his own ire, made hotter out of unreasoning sexual frustration. But he’d barely gotten two sputtering words out before Georgia shoved her door open, making Morgan back up a pace. She climbed out of the police car, faced him with a serene expression fit for a queen, and said, “You can handle this little family squabble later. I, for one, would like to get this over with so I can get home.”
IT WAS ALL Georgia could do to keep herself from trembling. The man staring down at her had the most ferocious demeanor she’d ever witnessed on man or rabid dog. Besides being enormous, he was dark and so layered in thick muscle she felt dwarfed beside him.
And here she’d thought Jordan was huge.
Actually, the two men were of a similar height, but where Jordan appeared athletic, lean and toned, this man looked like he could eat gravel for breakfast.
Despite her resolve, she began quaking like a wet Chihuahua. And then suddenly Jordan was at her side.
“Knock it off, Morgan. You’re scaring her.”
When Jordan’s hands settled on her shoulders, she didn’t move away. She should have, being that Jordan had the power to turn her knees to jelly and her insides to fire. She’d let him kiss her. The reality of that wasn’t to be borne.
The man had the most sinfully seductive voice she’d ever heard, even when insulting and baiting her. She’d done the unthinkable, all because his voice had softened her, melting away her will and her resolve. She scowled at herself, feeling the shame claw at her. She didn’t like men—not at all. Not for friends,