The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [291]
Gaining friendship only to lose it once more would be unbearable. “I just…I just don’t want you here at night, watching me. I don’t want it to go beyond friendship.”
Jordan cradled her face between his large hands. She felt helpless against the drugging pull of his nearness, the warmth of his body, his scent. Everything he’d ever made her feel came swamping back with his first gentle touch.
“I’ll tell you what I think.” His sensual tone made her heart race. “I think everything you’ve just said is bullshit.”
She stared at him, appalled, wondering if he could really see through her so easily.
“I think,” he growled as he pulled her into the hardness and heat of his body, “that you want me every bit as much as I want you. Friends? Hell yes, we’ll be friends. And a whole lot more.”
She wasn’t at all surprised when he kissed her.
JORDAN WANTED to devour her. The need she created just by being close nearly made him crazy. It was a live thing, a teeth-gnashing hunger that he had no control over. He groaned, sucking her tongue into his mouth and stroking it with his own.
Georgia’s arms slipped around his neck, her soft breasts nestling into his chest. Her costume top was skimpy and he slipped his hands beneath it to feel the warm skin of her back, then couldn’t resist sliding his hands down to her sweetly curved ass. His body pulsed with need, his erection growing painfully. Her bottom was bare except for the thong and her cheeks were hot, soft. He traced the thin line of material with his fingertips as deeply as he could, and took her rough groan into his mouth.
She went on tiptoe against him, pushing into him. Her nipples were hard and he used his other hand to explore her breasts. He wanted her naked. He wanted to see her nipples, to taste them.
He kissed her neck as he brought both hands up to the lapels on her top and pulled them open. The low vee of the costume made it easy to expose her and the second her breasts were freed, pushed up by the material bunched tightly beneath them, Georgia gasped. Jordan didn’t give her time to pull away. He dipped his head down and licked one dark rosy nipple.
Her fingers clenched in his hair. “Jordan.”
“Shhh.” Even with his blood roaring in his ears, Jordan cautioned himself to go slow, to tease her, to make her admit to the incredible passion between them. All the well-grounded reasons to give her more time, to avoid sexual interludes, were chased away by the sight of her.
Her nipples were large, tightly puckered. He licked again, then again, using the rough tip of his tongue to torment her. Tantalizing sounds of hunger escaped her. He caught her with his teeth and nipped gently, then not so gently. Georgia trembled. When she tried to pull him closer he sucked her deep into the heat of his mouth.
“Jordan…” she whispered on a vibrating moan.
“I know, sweetheart, I know.”
He cupped her between her legs. She was so hot, and she pushed against his probing fingers, her thighs opening without his instruction. He could feel her swollen flesh, feel the dampness of her even through the material. The bottoms were tight but he insinuated his fingers beneath the right leg opening and found her wet and ready—for him. He straightened and held her tightly with his free arm.
Her hips moved with his fingers, seeking more of his touch. Jordan felt swollen and thick, achingly hard. The damn saloon could have blown up and he might not have noticed. He was only aware of the feel of her, her scent, now stronger with her excitement.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he encouraged roughly, seeing that she was already climbing toward a climax. Her eyes were cloudy, unfocused, her lips parted as she panted for breath. His fingers moved more deeply, stroking, sliding insistently over her slick flesh then up to her swollen clitoris. Delicately now, he touched her, light, rhythmic touches.
Georgia groaned and squeezed her eyes closed. Jordan watched her face, saw her skin flush darkly, her lush