The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [278]
“But—”
He tipped up her chin. “But you’re still worried? Please don’t be. Not now. When things get straightened out and your mother is back home, then you can give me hell, okay?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t want to give you hell. It’s just that…I don’t understand you.”
“And that worries you?”
With complete honesty, she said, “Yes.”
“Well, I don’t quite understand myself right now, either, so I’m afraid I can’t offer any explanations. I just know I want to help out. Is that so bad?”
She searched his face, looking for answers while confusion swamped her. “We barely know each other, Jordan.”
“But it doesn’t seem to matter, does it?” His gaze warmed and his touch changed. Just like that, he went from comforting to being all male. All interested male. He looked at her mouth and then kept on looking. “I can’t believe how you make me feel.”
“Jordan?” Her lips trembled. Her entire body trembled. Nothing should feel like this, so good and so scary and so…right.
He bent toward her. His breath teased her lips as he whispered, “What you do to me should be illegal.”
Oh, the way he said that! He’d turned the full power of his bewitching voice on her and, combined with the memory of that sensuous foot rub of the night before, she was a goner. “Oh, my…”
He stole her breathy exclamation with his mouth as he kissed her. Knowing that she should resist, and being able to resist, were two entirely different things. His mouth was hot, incredibly hungry, and damp. She kissed him back, unable not to. His taste was indescribable. Hot and feverish. His hands were gentle on her face, a stark contrast to the consuming carnality of the kiss, eating at her, nipping with his teeth, sucking at her tongue as he groaned low in his throat and kissed her again and again.
Her hands curved around his shoulders and the feel of him, of solid muscle, bone and sinew flexing against her palms made her insides curl with raw desire. He arched her into his body and gave her his own tongue, tasting her deeply, pressing the hard planes of his body into her softness. Her breasts throbbed and ached, their galloping heartbeats mingled, and between her thighs….
Somehow she found herself backed up to the cabinets. With no effort at all, Jordan lifted her and the second she was balanced on the edge of the counter, he stepped between her thighs. She could feel the long, hard ridge of his erection, throbbing against her. His hand curved up her side and then over her breast, and it was so wonderful she cried out.
Jordan cursed as he kissed his way to her throat, to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “I want you.”
She wanted him, too. She held on to him, unable to think beyond the need. He was between her legs, leaving her open and vulnerable and she liked it. She liked the way he moved against her, stroking her with a tantalizing touch that brought her so close to completion even though they were both completely dressed and for the most part standing. She’d never realized that such a thing was possible, but she felt her muscles tightening, felt the spiral of delicious heat curling in her belly and below.
His fingertips brushed over her aching nipple, then pinched lightly and she almost lost it, almost came right there in her kitchen with a man who was hardly more than a stranger, a man who had no compunction about taking over her life. And she simply didn’t care.
The kids started to argue upstairs and Jordan lifted his mouth. He was panting hard, his body shaking. His high cheekbones were slashed with aroused color, his emerald eyes burning. Heat poured off him.
In guttural tones that turned her limbs to butter, he growled, “I’m so damn hard right now, one touch and I’d be in oblivion.” He squeezed her tighter, pressed his erection