Not Even for Love(35)

“Why would you go to so much trouble?” At some point her hands had been released and were now examining that intriguing growth pattern of hair on his chest.

He shifted his body over hers and ducked his head. “Why do you think?” he asked against her ear. His lips stayed to tease the sensitive lobe.

“Because you wanted to make someone jealous?” she asked timidly.

“You got it.”

“Oh, Reeves,” she sighed. “I came here ready to scratch your eyes out and now …” Her voice trailed away under the maneuvering of his mouth on her neck. “You’re too quick for me. I can never keep up with you. You make me angry, then leave me bewildered. You’re like no other man I’ve ever met. What am I going to do with you?”

He raised his head and peered at her suggestively. “I have an idea,” he drawled.

“No!” she exclaimed, and tried to push him off. When she realized the futility of that, she tossed her head from side to side, but his mouth chased her relentlessly. “Reeves, what happened with us before—”

“Defies description.”

“Yes…I mean, no. It was wrong. I don’t know how I …” His mouth had caught up to hers now and was teasing it with small kisses in the corners. She tried to talk around it. “I…We can’t …We mustn’t …”

“Yes we can. Yes we must.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“And you’re a liar. Liar.” He finally tired of the foolishness and closed his mouth over hers, trapping inside any words of affected protest.

Their mouths met with a hunger too long denied. The tip of his tongue flicked over her parted lips, tormenting them mercilessly before pushing past them into her mouth and sampling its delights.

She wasn’t idly submissive. Her lips closed around his tongue, entrapping it tightly, until he was moaning his pleasure. When at last he pulled away, it was only to allow them to breathe. She turned her head onto his pillow as his lips journeyed over her neck to her ear and paid it homage.

“Reeves,” she whispered. “I love this bed.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s still warm from your body. It smells like you.”

“Oh, God,” he grated.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over until she lay atop him. With eager hands he peeled off her jacket. He found the bottom of her sweater and worked it over her stomach and breasts and shoulders, then pulled it over her head. Laughing with him, she disengaged her arms from the sleeves.

He flung the offending garment aside, riveting his eyes on her breasts, which were offered to him so enticingly. His fingertips grazed over the top curves with an almost reverent touch. “Beautiful breasts.” His voice was low and deep. His hands slipped to the undersides and cupped her, lifting her, enjoying the full plumpness that filled her. His thumbs gently skimmed cross the dusky pink nipples. “I love to watch that,” he said when they puckered prettily.

Jordan arched her back and gasped her pleasure. One hand clamped her around the neck and pulled her face down to his. Hotly, his lips sipped at hers while his other hand stayed at her breast to coax responses from it that left her breathless.

At first, she thought the sinking feeling came from the intoxicating kiss, but she realized that he was easing her onto her back once again.

When her head was nestled on his pillow, his mouth left hers and nibbled its way down her neck and chest. Her nipple disappeared between his lips. By gently flexing his cheeks, he fed on her sweetness. His tongue became a darting, flicking instrument of sensuality that brought her to a level of arousal she had never known before.

She trembled beneath him.

“Jordan. I want you. I’ve wanted you since I left your apartment early that morning after the storm. The hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to leave you in that bed. God, I wanted you so bad yesterday I hurt.”

He raised himself until his face was hovering over hers. His eyes never left hers as he gently nudged her knees apart and settled himself between her thighs. They fit together with a cohesion so unique that it was awesome.

“Feel how right it is,” he whispered urgently.

“Yes,” she said, and moved against that hard strength that declared his need.

“Ah, Jordan, Jordan… take me inside you.”

His lips came down on hers possessively. The metallic whisper of a zipper was the only sound in the room as he worked at the fastening of her jeans. Then his hand was sliding leisurely over her stomach, past her navel, and finally beneath the lacy band of her bikini panties. Satin skin. A downy tuft. Then…

He sighed. “So soft. So female. I need you, Jordan. And you need me. Now.”