by Taylor Lee
Before she could answer, he continued. “Number one, I do know you, Mac. I know everything about you that I need to know. I know that you’re smart as hell, incredibly talented, wise, good, kind, beautiful, and sexy beyond belief. And that’s only the short list of your qualities. And no, I don’t know about your previous relationships—good or bad. I only know that if anyone hurt you I have him in my crosshairs.”
When she tried to look away, he grasped her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “I mean that, McKenna. If someone hurt you, whoever he is, he’s a dead man walking. But let me finish. I’m scared too. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. What is between us should scare us. It’s that powerful. I probably shouldn’t have introduced the word love, but I’m not sorry that I did. You’ll just have to deal with it.”
His eyes lightened somewhat, as a glimmer of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “But let’s address something we both know, that this sexual tension between us is as powerful as anything we’ve known. Honey, based on what we’ve done to each other so far in our admittedly brief affair, we better don our flak jackets because there’s only one way this relationship is going on the intensity scale, and that’s up. Let’s up the ante in every way imaginable. With actions, not words, we’ve both declared that we are willing to do everything we’ve ever wanted to do, and then some. Even if at this point we don’t know what that is. Do you agree, McKenna? Tell me, baby, are you willing to let me do all the outrageous things that I want to do to you? Push your boundaries, reach for stratospheric heights of passion?”
Mac fought for equilibrium, which was challenging given that her legs were shaking and her heart was pounding. Worse was the fact that his provocative words, let alone his powerful body looming over her, had caused a flood of moisture to drench her thong. She tried to press her legs together, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on her, but he was too aware of his power.
He leaned down and reached up under her skirt. Shoving her thong to the side, he cupped her pussy. At her heated cry, he dragged his fingers across her moist slit then held his hand under her nose. “You don’t have to answer, McKenna. Your erotic scent says it all.”
Chapter 17
Mac tried to stifle the cry that rose in her throat, but it was no use. Jorden’s overwhelming presence, his towering body, his searching fingers were too much. He was right, her musky aroused odor was erotic as hell, but she was overcome by his scent. The subtle Ambre Topkapi cologne epitomized the man. It was expensive, elegant, sophisticated. But it was his strong masculine scent, uniquely his, that sent flurries of sensations to her nether regions. Unable to hold back her passionate cry, she reached for him, wanting, needing him to hold her, to capture her. Throwing her arms around his neck, she lifted her face to his. She should have been frightened by the fierce passion lighting his stormy gray eyes. If anything, it ramped up her desire further.
Tossing aside the clip holding her hair in a casual twist on the top of her head, Jorden wove his fingers into the cascading tresses. Mac couldn’t hold back a throaty moan when he tugged at it hard enough to send a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her.
Jorden’s voice was gruff, simmering with intensity. “Yeah, Mac, you like it rough, don’t you, baby? Not to hurt, just to heighten the edge, confirm that you’re mine. That I can do anything I want to you and your body will be crying out for more.” He grasped her chin, holding it firmly, then stroked his finger across her lips. “But soft can be good too, McKenna. It can tease, torment, and intensify the need. Make you wonder when that silky touch will become harder, more demanding.” He pinched the corner of her mouth hard enough to startle her. “I’m going to kiss you, McKenna, the way that you need to be kissed.”
His lips were soft, searching, pressing gently across hers. He ran his tongue across the seam, then nipped at the corner. A light, teasing bite. At her sigh, he tugged more firmly, moving across her lips, each nip slightly sharper, more intense. When he reached the other corner, he bit down, eliciting a start of surprise. He licked at the sting, then pressed his tongue against the seam. “Open, baby. I want your mouth. I want to explore it, claim it.”
When she pressed her lips together, he chuckled. “Ah, my little imp likes to tease, play hard to get. Are you hard to get, McKenna? Are you going to resist me? Pretend you don’t want my tongue inside your mouth? Or do you want it harder, firmer, more demanding?”
He added gruffly, “That’s good, McKenna. I like it when you pretend to resist. Makes me work harder. Confirms I need to make it clear who’s setting the terms here.”
Mac reared back with a snort. She shook her head from side to side, breaking his hold on her chin.
For better or worse, her reaction stimulated him further. A rush of energy spiked across his thighs and went straight to his dick. He drawled warningly, “Oh, baby, that’s probably what you don’t want to do.”
When she shook her head, trying to pull away, he laughed, a wicked taunting sound. “Still want to play, baby? Pretend that you don’t want my lips, my tongue and my teeth?” He added with a groan, “Oh honey, we haven’t begun to play.”
Grasping her head between his hands, he worked his fingers into her hair. Tugging on the sensitive roots, he pulled her head back. What had been gentle, teasing explorations were harder, more commanding. Pressing his lips against hers, he demanded, “Open, McKenna.” When she still resisted he said firmly, “Now!”
When she shook her head, he drove his tongue with a hard groan through her tight lips, past her clenched teeth. Pressing deep into the moist recess, he tangled with her tongue. At his demanding entrance, Mac reached for his hands but instead of trying to pull away, she pulled him closer. Clinging to his neck, she pressed up against him, a strangled cry escaping her lips. With a hard moan she opened to him and began to respond to his unrelenting advances. In seconds, they were grappling with each other, her demands as fierce as his.
“Oh, God, Jorden, I want this, I want you! Please don’t stop!”
“Christ, baby! There’s as much chance of me stopping as there is holding back a seven-oh-seven jet in the middle of takeoff.” He groaned, “Hell, my challenge is how to keep from exploding before I get my iron-hard prick up inside that sweet cunt of yours.”
At her mangled cry, he shook his head, clutching her against him. “Goddammit, McKenna, this is not what I planned to do tonight. God, I’ve all but attacked you every time we’ve been together. No, tonight I wanted to seduce you. Feed you sensuous food and ply you with expensive wine, then make long, slow love to you. Take you places where we’ve never been.”
Determined to put distance between them, still holding her wrists, he stood her several inches away from him. Staring into her lust-filled eyes and flushed face, he knew how unlikely it was that he could hold off. Damn, he’d be lucky if he could keep from taking her on the deck, let alone make it to the bedroom. He choked back a discouraged grunt, acknowledging that the candles he’d placed strategically throughout the spacious bedroom would have to wait. As would the erotic toys he had at the ready.
When she stifled a groan and slammed her eyes shut, confirming that she was as hot as he was, he gave into the urgent demands of his heated body. He didn’t try to temper the threatening edge of his command. “I want you naked, Mac.” He nodded at her lace halter top. “Take it off, baby. Slowly.”
She gasped and visibly swallowed. At her hesitation, he narrowed his gaze and flicked his fingers in a “take it off” gesture.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she reached for the hem of the top and pulled it over her head, then dropped it to the floor. His chest tightened at the sight of her nipples straining against the thin fabric of the bandeau. The tight nubs pressed against the fabric in sharp points. It was all he could do to keep from reaching out and pinching them.
He swallowed and then ordered, “Off, now.”
She hesitated for a brief moment, then tossed her head and shoved the strapless top over her
hips to the floor. When she stood up straight, his cock convulsed at the sight of her full breasts topped with rosy pink nipples. Clearly aroused, and likely embarrassed, Mac lifted her chin as if daring him to touch her.
He clenched his fists at his sides, determined not to touch her until she was completely naked. Ignoring her contrary glare, he allowed a teasing smile to cross his face. “You’re beautiful, McKenna, and such a good girl to do as you’re told without arguing. Now the skirt. Oh and baby, turn around. I want to see your beautiful ass as you unveil it.”
Mac hesitated, then as if deciding that she could tease as well as he could, she tossed her head before she turned slowly and stood with her back to him. Making a production of removing her skirt, she slowly slid the zipper down, then stopped and held the skirt at her waist. Glancing over her shoulder, she shot him an impudent smile then turned away. Slowly sliding the fabric over her curvy hips, she let it fall around her ankles.
Jorden choked back a gasp at the sight of her miniscule thong hugging her shapely bottom. A slender, satin string separating her firm cheeks was the only thing covering her bare ass.
When she started to turn around, he barked, “Uh-uh, baby, I haven’t nearly gotten my fill of your beautiful ass.” He added in a gruff voice, “Take off the thong, McKenna, and then bend over.”
She jerked around and glared at him, a spark of temper lighting her eyes. Jorden narrowed his gaze further and nodded, flicking his hand in a circular motion. Her frown darkened dangerously. Neither of them spoke as she hesitated. The tension between them at the standoff was palpable. When he nodded again, she bit down on her bottom lip, then slowly turned around. He heard her exhale as she shoved the thong over her hips and daintily stepped out of it.
She stood up straight and tall, wearing nothing but her platform sandals. Swirling the thong in her hand, she tossed it to him over her shoulder. Jorden grinned at her audacity as he caught it in his hand. Holding the strip of lace to his nose he narrowed his eyes and breathed in appreciatively.
His voice was gruff. “Now, bend over, baby, like I told you to. Oh, and when you do, spread your cheeks. I want to see that tight pucker of your ass. That sweet little rosebud that I’m going to be fucking before the night is over.”
McKenna gasped. She couldn’t believe Jorden’s outrageous command. Knowing she would never do what he was ordering her to do, she shook her head and began to turn toward him. His dangerously low voice stopped her. She could feel his imminent presence confirming that he was advancing on her.
“You heard me, McKenna. Bend over and spread your cheeks. Now.”
Shaking so hard she almost toppled, Mac was shocked at the sparks exploding in her groin. Horrified at the gush of musky cream seeping down her thighs, she tried to clench her legs together. Jorden’s warning grunt stopped her. He nudged her legs apart with the tip of his shoe, then put his hand on the middle of her back and pressed her forward. When she tilted precariously, he dropped to his knees behind her and caught her. Pressing one hand against her back, he bent her over his other arm.
His raspy voice was close to a growl. “I’ve got you, McKenna. Now, for the last time, spread your cheeks.”
Stunned at his gruff command, with a shaky moan, McKenna did as she was told and spread her cheeks.
Jorden’s choked gasp echoed her own. Holding her over his arm to keep her from falling, he crooned, “That’s the way, sweet woman. Now hold them open for me so that I can feast on you.”
As she held her cheeks apart, to her surprise, Jorden clutched her hips and yanked her up next to him. With a deep groan, he titled her bottom, exposing her bare pussy and ass to his heated gaze. The startling move should have horrified her, and on one level it did. What was more horrifying were the sensations swamping her when he swiped his tongue over her swollen slit and ran it around her tight pucker. Stunned at the terrifyingly potent firestorm flaring in her pussy, a deep wail rose in her throat as she fought the orgasm threatening to overtake her.
“Oh Christ!” Jorden’s guttural curse confirmed that he had felt her beginning to come apart. He dropped her forward to her hands and knees, her ass in the air.
“Jesus, baby, now you’ve done it. Christ, honey, your juices are literally flowing from your hot little cunt.”
She heard his zipper open and felt him spread her pussy lips with his expert fingers. She didn’t know whose cry was more intense when he pressed the engorged head of his penis against her swollen entrance. Unable to hold back when he pounded into her, one driving thrust after another, McKenna screamed and gave into the torrential passion storming over her.
Many long minutes later, as they both fought to come down from their fierce coupling, Jorden rolled off of her and pulled her sweaty body on top of him. Holding her tight against him, he breathed a deep sigh.
“Jesus, McKenna, I don’t know what to say.” His voice was incredulous. “God honey, we’re getting worse. At least last time I took you on a table. This time we never made it off the floor. Fuck it, what’s next? The hood of my car?”
McKenna lifted her head off his shoulder and couldn’t hide a tiny smile. “At least we made it all the way into the house. We haven’t done it in the driveway yet.”
Jorden pulled back with a surprised frown, then seeing her smile, his lip twitched. “Damn, Mac, you’re right. And, hell, we haven’t done it at halftime on the sidelines of one of your games!”
Joining in the outrageous one-upmanship, Mac nodded with a mock frown. “Don’t forget we had dinner ‘sort-of’ at the Shipwreck, and yes, that was where we first met each other, but hey, we made it out of there without doing it.”
“You’re absolutely right. Who says we can’t show restraint? Hell, we made it all the way through Chloe’s birthday party without me attacking you. Although, if you’ll recall it was that same night that I showed up at your door and asked you to suck me off.”
She nodded and added blithely, “And I did, remember?”
Jorden snorted a disbelieving grunt. “Remember? You on your knees in front of me, your gorgeous mouth around my dick and your finger up my ass? Yeah, sweetheart, I remember that. In fact, if I was a betting man I’d wager that it would take me at least three lifetimes to forget that night—if ever.”
Mac couldn’t let what they’d done tonight go unremarked. After all, at the time she’d been embarrassed as hell at his outrageous command and was still horrified that she’d obeyed him. She buried her head against his shoulder and murmured, “Is that what tonight was about, Jorden?”
He rolled them both to a sitting position next to each other. He arched a questioning brow, pretending he didn’t understand. “About what, McKenna? Are you referring to when I asked you to bend over and spread your cheeks so that I could lick your ass?”
Mac startled feeling heat flame her cheeks. Deciding to ignore his amused description of his lewd demand, she gave a dismissive snort. “Hmm, if that’s how you ‘ask’ me to do something, I’d hate to hear you give me an order. I think you’ve been around too many yes men and women in your life, Jorden. I have a hard time imagining anyone saying no to you.”
Jorden laughed, “I gotta admit, Mac, that’s pretty much the way that I was raised. The Judge taught us to be strong, and I guess my brothers and I took it to the extreme. I think we assumed that being strong meant you needed to be in charge.”
“Hmm, well, I can testify to that. I imagine Sky and Hailey would agree, that all the brothers took that ‘I’m the boss’ lesson to heart.”
Jorden knelt up in front of her and rearranged his trousers. He smiled at her naked, flushed body. “Damn, sweetheart, I really got the best of the best tonight. Not only were you nice enough to remove all of you clothes, but you also—”
Mac put her finger over his mouth. “Be careful, counselor or I’m going to start keeping a scorecard, and make damn sure that I get to do to you all the outrageous things you do to me.”
Jorden rose to his feet and pulled her up next to him. Hold
ing her close, he murmured, “Maybe not every wicked thing I do, but I’ll try not to let it get too lopsided. To that point, Coach Durant, I wasn’t lying. I truly did have a very different night planned for you. The first of which was dinner on the deck, followed by long, slow, very erotic lovemaking.”
He tipped up her chin and grinned at her. “Good thing it’s not even midnight. Unless you turn into a pumpkin when the clock strikes twelve, we have hours ahead of us to make good on my seduction fantasies.”
At that moment his phone buzzed. Mac saw his expression change, a worried frown snaking across his brow.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I need to answer this, it’s Paul. I wouldn’t take it except that Emma is at their house tonight for a sleepover with Sophia. I need to make sure she’s okay.”
Minutes later, Jorden shook his head in defeat. “Jesus, baby. Something happened to give Emma a fright. She insisted that she wanted to come home. Paul’s bringing her now.”
He glanced at his watch and said with a groan, “According to my watch, Mac, we have a little over seven minutes to get in and out of the shower and dressed before my assistant and my youngest daughter land on our doorstep.”
Chapter 18
Mac did a quick once-over with Jorden’s brush, then fastened her damp hair in an innocent-looking ponytail. She didn’t bother with makeup. One glance in the mirror confirmed that there was no need for blush or lip gloss. Her cheeks were flushed with banked excitement and her lips were swollen from Jorden’s demanding kisses. It didn’t help that her eyes were shining and she admitted she had well-loved—make that well-fucked—written all over her face and body. Unfortunately there wasn’t much chance that what they’d been doing wouldn’t be apparent to Paul Ojakangas, who she heard talking with Jorden in the hallway. The fact that her thong was somewhere on the deck and that she was bare under her short skirt ensured that every breeze would remind her of their erotic tryst.
