The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [269]
With her breath coming fast and low, her stomach in knots, Georgia nodded. He was making her coffee, one of her favorite things on this earth. And it sounded heavenly. He sounded heavenly. Lord, what a combination.
She hadn’t stood a chance.
JORDAN HAD himself well in check. He would stop reacting like a teenager with raging hormones, where the sight of a girl’s panties could put him into a frenzy of carnal greed. Hell, he could see a woman without her damn panties and still control himself. He would be calm. He would explain to Georgia that he wanted her, that he thought they should take advantage of the incredible chemistry…no, not incredible. Just good old chemistry. Nothing special, but there was no reason why they couldn’t get together and, as mature, reasonable adults, have a brief affair.
It only made sense. There was no reason for them not to indulge their mutual desire. She was a divorced woman working in a bar. It wasn’t like she was a prim and proper virgin.
But even as Jordan listed in his mind all the reasons that they should and could get together to take the edge off the urgent, burning hunger threatening to consume him, he worried that she’d refuse.
Damn, even looking at her sink full of dirty dishes made him want her. The whole house was a wreck, and rather than make him disdainful, it drove home to him how overwhelmed she was. He looked around again and wondered which issue he should resolve first: his lust, or the fact that he was going to give her a helping hand whether she wanted him to or not.
The old house was silent except for the creaking of the pipes as she showered. His hands shook and his vision blurred as he imagined her naked, wet and soapy and slick and…
He groaned aloud. The shower shut off and he pictured her drying her lush breasts, her flat belly, her thighs….
To distract himself, he started on the dishes. She needed a dishwasher, but there was really no place in the ancient kitchen to put one. The cabinets were a tad warped, some of them mismatched, and they’d been painted many times. They weren’t very deep, but there was certainly an abundance of them. Too many, in fact.
The linoleum on the floor, besides being of a singularly ugly design, was cracked and starting to peel. The ceiling, which he guessed to be just beneath the shower judging by the noise, had water stains, indicating that at least a few of those squeaky pipes were leaking.
He was done with the dishes, all of them stacked on a dishtowel to air dry, when the coffee finished dripping. She’d be getting dressed now…Jordan forced himself to keep busy.
Right off the kitchen was a glass-enclosed patio that opened to the backyard. Vents in the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened about an inch, letting in the cool, damp night air. Jordan, who needed a little cooling off, carried his coffee into that room and looked out at the backyard. Beautiful, he thought, even with the rough grounds. There was an enormous oak tree that probably provided an abundance of shade to the room during the hottest part of the day.
A padded glider, two chairs, a few rattan tables that had seen better days, and various toys scattered about filled the room to overflowing.
Light from the kitchen slanted across the floor, mixing with the softer, gentler moonlight. The wind stroked the trees, making the shadows dance. The house, while in need of repair, was perfect. It would take only a few pets—and a man—to make it a complete home.
Jordan held his coffee cup with a barely restrained grip. What was she doing now? How would she dress? He imagined she’d look vastly different in regular clothes, with her hair freshly