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Jordan trailed a finger down her spine until he reached the top on her bikini panties resting just below the slight bulge of her stomach.

She stopped her caress and reached around to clamp his wrist. “I’m not getting fully naked until you lose more clothes.”

He grinned. “What a hardship.” Jordan spread his arms wide. “Have your way with me, woman.”

Brooke unbuckled his belt and slid the leather free slowly, deliberately, then giving the length a shake and snap that echoed through the room.

Jordan’s eyes widened. “My quiet one has even more fire than I knew.”

Laughing, she tossed away his belt and grabbed hold of his pants. She tugged him forward and nipped his collarbone, while opening his zipper fly. “Still interested in talking?”

“Uh, not so much.”

“Thought so.” She slipped her hands into his pants and shoved them down and off in a deft sweep that left him gloriously naked. “Now don’t move until I tell you.”

Finally, finally she could touch him again and she let herself. Let her fingers, just the tips, glide over him along his chest, arms, wrists and hands.

His muscles rippled from the restraint of standing still when she could see clearly in his eyes that he wanted to leap forward. Tanned, defined abs begged for her attention and she obeyed, then surveying lower, lingering.

She remembered well the feel of wrapping her legs around his solid thighs, then inching higher to dig in her heels. She adored the feel of those strong and powerful legs and worked her way back up again until her palms cupped his hips, and she stood face-to-face with him.

What new things would they try tonight?

She saw his biceps contract for action a split second before he scooped her up into his arms again. Brooke squeaked. “Stop! You really should stop carting me around this way. I’m too heavy.”

“Not even close.” He carried her past the settee over to the sprawling bed and gently settled her into the middle of the puffy comforter.

“My turn,” he growled, and before she could answer—not that she could find words at the moment—his mouth closed over her breast.

Slowly, torturously so, he began his journey over her body, a trek that mirrored her exploration of his, except he kissed, licked, sipped his way over her heated skin and sensitive crooks until her fists twisted in the sheets. Until muttered pleas whispered on panting sighs.

Jordan grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath her hips, offering the perfect angle to compensate for the gentle swell of her stomach. He slid over her, bracing his weight on his elbows and stared into her eyes, his heat pressing, waiting.

She flung her arms around his neck to urge him toward her for another of his mind-drugging kisses, but he wouldn’t be budged. With slow deliberation, never looking away, refusing to let her so much as blink, he pressed inside her again, deeper. Fully. And waited.

If not for the stark strain of tendons budging on his neck, she wouldn’t have known how dearly this restraint cost him. A fresh wave of pleasure scorched through her at his tenderness in the midst of such passion.

She arched up to kiss him, bit his lip and demanded, “More, now.”

In case he might be left with any further doubts, she rolled her hips against his and, oh my, he got the message. Then she forgot about who was in control of the moment because it was all she could do to keep from screaming out her pleasure, which would only bring the whole house running. Instead, she buried her face in Jordan’s shoulder and moaned a litany of encouragement to continue more of this, and yes, a little bit of that.

The rocking pressure of him moving in and out of her body brought back memories of their first time. The familiarity mixed with a sense of newness, risk, because they no longer had the option of walking away from each other forever.

A scary thought she shoved away before it could steal the blissful sensations tightening inside her. She grappled at his shoulders, scratched down his back then flattened her hands to absorb the warm feel of his sweat-slicked skin. Her fingers contracted again as the sweet need inside her rose higher, higher still until ‖

She dug her nails into his flesh, her head flinging back as she gasped once, again and again with the rippling waves of release. Dimly, she heard him join her as the tide seeped back out, leaving her limp and panting as he slumped over to lay beside her.

Their hitching breaths mingled in the light breeze swirling through the room. She rested her head on his chest and knew there was some reason she should gather her scrambled thoughts. Except that would require, well, the ability to think.

For some reason, her brain never worked as advertised when it came to dealing with Jordan.





Languid from loving and being loved, Brooke kept her arm over her eyes and felt the cool drift as Jordan slid the sheet from her, wafted it in the air and covered her body.