The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [306]
With a muttered curse, Casey pulled her closer and kissed her again. It didn’t matter, he promised himself, filling his hand with her firm breast, finding her nipple and stroking with his thumb. He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t. And sometimes Emma was just too much temptation.
But it wouldn’t change anything. He told her so in a muted whisper, and her only reply was a groan.
“I WANTED to go slow,” Jordan ground out as he jerked Georgia’s T-shirt high, pushed her bra aside and bared one breast. He had very large hands, but even for him she was lush and full. “I wanted to make this last.”
“Don’t you dare go slow,” she gasped, and gripped his head as he closed his mouth over one taut straining nipple. “Jordan.”
He pulsed with incredible need, his heartbeat wild and uncontrolled. She tasted even better than he remembered, ripe and hot. With a low groan, she parted her thighs and she pushed against him, using her body to stroke his erection, her movements sinuous and graceful, making him think of all the fantasies he’d had when watching her dance.
He sucked her nipple deep, drawing on her while with his other hand he teased the crease of her behind. “Do you know what I want?” he growled, and switched to her other breast. The nipple he’d just abandoned was wet and so tight he ached just seeing it. He pinned her against the wall, knowing if he didn’t slow her down he’d be gone in under three seconds.
Georgia gave a breathy, barely-there laugh. “It’s obvious what you want.” Her small hand pressed between them and curled around his hard-on. “This is a dead giveaway.”
Jordan squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on holding back his orgasm. “Don’t do that.” He stepped away, putting an arm’s length of distance between them, staring at her through a haze of lust. “I’m not sure how you manage it, but you set me off and I don’t want to end this too quick. Not for me and not for you.”
Georgia looked at him while using the wall for support. Her chest, bared from his petting, rose and fell with deep breaths and quick pants. Her legs were still parted, her hands flat on the wall beside her hips. She looked enticing and tempting and Jordan wanted to drag her down to the carpet and bury himself inside her until they both screamed with the pleasure of it.
Slowly she gathered her wits and a small, seductive smile curled that sexier-than-sin mouth. Her eyes were dark and inviting. “Tell me what you want, Jordan.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I want you to ride me. Hard. I want to lie on my back and watch you while you take your pleasure. I want to see all those sensual movements you make when you dance, only I want them for me and me alone.” Her lips parted, her breath came faster. He added in a whisper, “And I want it all while I’m deep inside you.”
She came away from the wall in a rush, grabbing him and kissing him—his mouth, his throat, his chest. Jordan palmed her backside, lifted her and started for his bedroom. When her legs wound around him he had to stop for just a moment and kiss her deeply, but he could feel his passions on the boiling point, ready to erupt.
He tripped over a pair of slacks on his bedroom floor, stumbled to the bed and dropped there with Georgia still in his arms. “Don’t move,” he rasped.
She ignored him, grabbing his shirt and trying to yank it off him. He did that for her, then wrestled her own shirt over her head, leaving it and her bra twisted around her arms to try to hinder her movements just a bit.
“You’re pushing me, sweetheart and I can’t take it.”
“Damn it, Jordan…” She struggled with the shirt and bra and by the time she had her arms free he’d already yanked her shorts and panties off.
Sitting back on his heels between her wide-spread legs, he whispered, “I could come just looking at you.”
She moaned.
“Don’t move now. I mean it.” And before she could ignore that edict, he caught her hips in his hands, lifted her, and stroked with his tongue. She