The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [292]
“Come for me, Georgia,” he groaned, knowing he, too, was perilously close to the edge. “I want to see you come.”
Her beautiful breasts heaved, her throat arched, and then she bit her bottom lip and groaned harsh and low and Jordan supported her, mesmerized as she jerked and shuddered and it went on and on. He felt so much a part of her that he knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Long seconds passed. Gently, he pulled his fingers from her. Her eyelashes fluttered and she looked at him, still slightly dazed. Her forehead and temples were dewy, her breathing still labored. Jordan met her gaze, held it as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
Georgia shuddered. She clung to him with a rough tenderness he’d never known before. She was pliant, accepting of his will.
He gave her a kiss of lingering need and apology. Holding her, seeing her like this, brought him back to reality. The very last thing she wanted or needed was to be taken quickly in a damn saloon closet. Not that he regretted giving her pleasure. How could he?
“We have to stop.” Jordan couldn’t quite believe the words came from his own mouth. Not when he wanted her so badly. But the past few weeks had been a carefully wrought campaign to win her over, and he wouldn’t blow it now. If he made love to her here—and he was about a nanosecond away from doing just that—her embarrassment would drive a new wedge between them.
He took a deep breath and said, “I can’t take you here, sweetheart.” He kissed her damp, open mouth in quick little pecks, hoping to soften his next words. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
The slumberous, sated look left her eyes. Her cheeks, warmly flushed only seconds before, went pale. He knew before she answered that she’d refuse.
Georgia pushed away from him and covered her face with both hands. In a tone more startling for the lack of emotion, she whispered, “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Alarmed, Jordan smoothed her hair away from her face with trembling hands. “I can’t believe I stopped.”
She looked up at him. “You must think I’m awful.”
“No.” She started to say something more, but he didn’t let her. “Shh. It’s okay.” Even with her heavy stage makeup, she looked precious to him. “Actually, it was better than okay. Much much better.”
“But you didn’t—” She glanced down at his very visible erection.
“Believe me, I know.” Jordan ran a hand through his hair and tamped down his sexual frustration. He met her wary, shame-filled gaze, knowing his own was hot, piercing. “The thing is,” he said, his voice sounding like sandpaper, “making you come was a helluva fantasy. And I wasn’t disappointed.”
“It was wrong.”
“No. Hell, no. Nothing wrong can feel that right and you know it.” He shook her gently. “Don’t ask me to apologize, Georgia. We’ve both been on the ragged edge since first meeting and it was only a matter of time before this—and more—was bound to happen.”
She attempted to turn away. “Please, don’t come here again. I can’t trust myself around you.”
She asked the impossible. The first time he’d sat there and watched her dance, he swore he’d never come back. It ate him up to see all those men drooling over her, to know what they were thinking, that she was the center of so many drunken, lurid fantasies.
But he’d discovered that staying away was even harder. He couldn’t sleep for wanting her; she occupied his thoughts both day and night. The few times he managed to get her out of his mind, he found himself thinking about the kids instead, smiling, missing them. And Ruth, too. She was such a gutsy woman, altering a lifetime of social conformity to stand up for her daughter.
“I’m not just here because of you.” The second the words left his mouth, Jordan felt hemmed in by his own deceptions. He came because of Georgia, but he did have another purpose.
He truly detested the place, the smells of sour alcohol, sweat and dirt, the foul language and the overall atmosphere of