They were wet. Soaked.
She was destroying him.
He traced the lace with the pad of his finger and she whimpered and rocked against him. Back and forth he outlined, and her hands cupped his face and pulled him toward her mouth for a heated, hot, wet kiss. And when he slipped behind the lace to stroke her creamy, wet center, she mewed and thrust her tongue into his mouth while she rocked against his hand.
Ah hell, she was hot. So fucking hot. He slid a finger into her and pulled out on a long, sure stroke. She released his mouth to pant his name. That sound… damn, he loved the sound. So he did it again, and again with deliberate, careful, concentration.
“Cole,” she panted. “You have to—”
“Take care of you, and I will.” He upped the pace, and increased the pressure. She was so close. He could tell by the way she trembled over him.
“No, wait…it’s not…fair…”
“Yes, it is. Come for me, Jordan. I want to feel you,” he urged, adding a second finger, stroking her longer, faster.
“Please…don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He leaned forward and licked her nipple, and her fingers dug into his biceps as she rode his hand. Looking up, his heart clutched at the absolute rapture covering her face, head back, eyes closed, lower lip caught between her teeth. God, she was a sight. Hair wild about her shoulders, falling across one breast, nipple peeking out as she moved.
Never had he ever seen anything so beautiful, it made him hotter and he nearly lost it when she gasped out his name and tightened around him as she burst.
Staying with her, he let her down slowly before removing his touch, completely thrilled he could bring her such pleasure…barely hanging on from how hot the experience made him. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her panting filling the space between them.
“Damn, Cole…” She leaned forward and kissed him before drawing back to suck in more air.
He caressed her jaw and chuckled. “Imagine what I could do with both hands.”
Her grin disappeared and gaze shot to his restrained hand. “Oh my God, Cole. I’m so sorry.” She grabbed her purse from his desk and fished out the key. “I forgot.”
As soon as she released him, he surged up, plopped her sweet ass on his desk and ran his newly freed hand over her breast, thrilling at her gasp. “I wasn’t complaining,” he said against her neck, biting the sweet spot behind her ear, making her cling to him. “And you weren’t either.”
“No way,” she said breathlessly, running her hand down his chest to his lower abs, and if she just—
Yeah. Hell yeah, that. She outlined his erection with her finger cupping him, making him groan and press closer. He wasn’t going to last much longer. As he ripped a condom from his pocket, she unhooked his belt and pants, and a second later freed him.
Something unintelligible sounded from her throat as her eyes devoured the part of him she gripped with her hands. She was destroying him.
Destroying.
Him.
He grabbed onto the desk and sucked in a breath. “Jordan.” His voice was rough, because damn, he was barely holding on. He removed her hand, sucking in another breath, or three, while he tore the packet open and protected them.
Her hand was back on him, stroking, caressing, and when she leaned forward to lick his nipple he hissed in another breath.
“I need to have you inside me, Cole, please…” She leaned back on her elbows, looking up at him with so much heat it was a wonder he didn’t disintegrate into ash. “Make me yours…”
With a sound hovering between a growl and groan, he grabbed her hips, drew her to the edge of the desk and thrust into her wetness in one quick drive. Oh, sweet mercy. “You feel so good.” So fucking good. He gripped her thighs and held her still. If she even moved a hair, he was a goner.
A low moan sounded deep in her chest as she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. Then heaven help him, she sat up, wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in further. “Cole, I swear if you don’t move soon I’m going to have to kill you.” She nipped his chin, then his lower lip, her glorious breasts brushing his chest. A shudder racked through her and straight into him.
“Yes, my Masters,” he managed to reply, brushing his mouth over her smile and he began to move. Slow didn’t last long. They were far beyond that pace. And God, she felt good. So damn, fucking good. He’d never felt anything so exquisite.
Finally joined in the most primal, basic of ways, he closed his eyes, wishing he could stay that way and savor her forever.
Chapter Twelve
When Jordan said his name again, Cole opened his eyes to find her head tipped back, looking at him through dark pools of desire, bounce rippling through her breasts with each thrust. She was breathtaking. His heart split open and he felt hers. Connected. He was no longer drowning, needing, seeking something just out of reach. Hands on his shoulders, she looked down to where they joined, and he watched, too as he thrust into her, hard.
He felt her tremble, and it was too much. With a groan, he kissed her long and wet, nearing the edge, needing to end the long climb they started over ten years ago. Cupping her ass with one hand, he ground against her, and reached between them with the other to brush his thumb over her center. In an instant, she exploded and he immediately followed.
They collapsed on the desk, spent, breathing hard. Christ, he couldn’t feel his legs. He angled his body to the side so he didn’t crush her.
She smiled big and broad as she traced his face. “Damn, Cole. That…”
He kissed her hand. “Shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry, Jordan. I wanted our first time to be perfect.”
She blinked and leaned up on her elbows to stare at him. “Are you kidding me? That was perfect. You and I have always been frantic and wild and out of control.”
Now he smiled. “True. How could our first time be anything else?”
“Exactly.” She cupped his face and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He drew back to look into her eyes. “You were worth the wait.”
“Mmm…so were you,” she said, trailing a finger down his abs. “And I can’t wait to do that again.”
Jesus, he was already half hard. And completely on board. “Me, too…but not here.” He glanced around his office, his gaze settling on the conference room door. Christ. He stilled. “I forgot about locking that.” He pulled out of her warmth, missing it immediately as he grabbed a piece of paper and disposed of the condom in the trash, before buckling his pants.
Her gaze bounced to the unlocked door. “Oh well.” She shrugged, slid off the desk, and damn, fixed her dress, covering all her glorious secrets. “So, someone would’ve seen you programming my software with your hardware.”
He laughed and pulled her close, loving how her arms immediately went around his neck and she leaned into him. “Yeah, they certainly would’ve seen that. Let’s hope they didn’t hear it. You weren’t exactly quiet, you know.” Smiling, he kissed her jaw.
“Yeah, well, neither were you,” she said, running her hand up his bared torso, awakening the heat that had barely settled. “And don’t think I forgot about my cookies, either.” She released him to grab her handcuffs, key and panties from the floor. “Hmm, looks like you owe me more than cookies, McCall,” she said, holding up piece of ripped, white lace.
“What can I say. It’s not my fault you’re so hot.” He grabbed her hips and rocked into her. At her intake of breath, he smiled. “I couldn’t get you naked fast enough.”
A wicked grin crossed her lips as she slid her hands up around his neck. “Well, you just insured it won’t take as long next time. Now, how about those cookies?”
He reached around her, opened the top drawer and pull out a white bag. “Here you go. Eleven cookies with all their chips intact as promised.”
She stored the bag in her purse, along with her handcuffs, key and…panties.
Panties. Next time…
“Jordan.” He looked from her to
her purse then back again, blood rushing through his ears. “What about your…” He glanced down at her hips and swallowed. Didn’t matter if she had a dress on. She was naked underneath. Naked.
A warm finger crooked under his chin and lifted his face. Devilment danced in her dark eyes. Dear God, she was going to go the rest of the day…commando. “That’s right, McCall, thanks to you—” She buttoned his shirt, tucked it in and fixed his tie, then slapped his chest and smiled. “I’ll be completely naked under here.”
Another slap to his chest and she took advantage of his surprise, grabbing her purse from the desk before heading for the door. He was still staring at her sweet ass, zipper tightening painfully across his erection at the thought of it unencumbered. Fuck. He was doomed. He wouldn’t last till lunch.
She stood by the door, waiting for him, smoothing her hair down but no amount of primping was going to erase the satisfied look on her beautiful face. A look he put there. He straightened and walked a little taller. Hell, he wanted to beat his chest. But he refrained, barely. Mostly because she opened the door.
Kevin straightened from Stella’s desk and stared at Cole’s hands. Christ. He hoped his friend hadn’t heard them.
Jordan laughed. “It’s okay. I’ve already released him.”
Hell yeah, and what a release!
“I take it he behaved?” Kevin’s blue eyes sparkled.
She glanced up at Cole and grinned. “No.”
“No? Then why are you smiling?”
Stella sighed and smacked Kevin’s arm. “Because he didn’t behave, you big dope!”
“Oh.” His friend’s goofy smile broadened. “Kerri doesn’t happen to have a set of handcuffs too, does she?”
“No. Her specialty is knives and meat cleavers.”
Kevin shuddered. “Just not the same.”
Cole slung his arm around Jordan’s shoulder and led her to the elevator. Enough talk. He wanted to get her alone again. Hell, it’d already been two minutes.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” he tossed to the others.
“Don’t forget we have that Network Security Dinner tonight,” Kevin called back.
Cole stiffened. “Damn. I did forget.” His gaze met hers. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in going with me? There’ll be lots of boring talk of software and the latest computer innovations?”
“Well, since you put it that way, how can a girl resist?” She placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “I’d love to.”
He chuckled and hit the down button. “Doesn’t take much to make you happy, does it?”
Withholding nothing from her gaze, she looked up at him, emotions warm in her incredible eyes. “No…just you.”
His chest suddenly ached. “You’ve got me.”
“Stella,” Kevin began. “If you’re looking for me I’ll be in the bathroom throwing up.”
Jordan and Cole snickered, turning their attention to the retreating man, walking backwards down the hall.
“I’ll see you two later. Cocktails start at six. And, Cole, I don’t want to see you until then.”
“Listen to that.” Cole raised a brow, quite happy to oblige. “My VP giving me orders.”
“He’s right,” Stella agreed. “You already finished your important business. There’s nothing pressing for the rest of the day.”
Jordan leaned closer. “Seems he’s in cahoots with your secretary. What are you going to do about it?”
He grinned as the elevator opened behind them. “Make an executive decision, of course—I’m going to take the afternoon off and spend it with you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She tugged him inside before the doors closed.
“Let me fix it so we get an express to the street.” He shoved a key in a slot and pressed a button then crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “Now, there’s something I’ve just got to know.”
“What?”
“Why do you carry handcuffs in your purse? I mean, if you’re off duty, can you carry them?”
She chuckled. “They’re are my personal ones.”
“Oh?” His heart knocked his ribs.
She hit his arm. “For my dog.”
“Your dog?” A smile tugged at his mouth. He hadn’t expected that.
“Bullet, my German Sheppard.”
He grabbed her hands, twisted their positions, and pressed her into the wall. Oh yeah, this was much better. And if it weren’t for the damn security cameras, he’d take her against the wall. “Dogs don’t have hands, Jordan,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her throat to her breasts…naked under her dress.
“Really? Well…nobody told me.” She gasped when he nibbled near her ear. “I use them to chain Bullet’s leash to the fence behind the restaurant. They’re stronger than the hook.”
He chuckled. She was too much. “Only you would find a way to use handcuffs on a dog,” he said into the curve of her delectable shoulder.
By the time they reached the bottom he was famished—but not for food. She sent him a knowing smile…an agreeing smile and straightened her dress as the doors opened. Sexy, damn Masters. He fixed his tie, offered his arm, and together they walked out into the lobby full of curious looks from his employees.
Let them look. He didn’t care. He was happy and satisfied and whole. Feelings he hadn’t felt in so long. Hadn’t wanted to feel…until now.
Until Jordan.
He stared at the beautiful woman holding his arm, leaning close, smiling, brushing her luscious curves against him. And as usually happened when he allowed her behind his wall, his heart leapt with pure, unaltered joy. He wanted her near. Plain and simple. He wanted her near.
“Where’s the keys to your car?” Not about to waste one minute of their day in separate vehicles, he brought them to a halt in front of reception. “I’ll have someone drive it back to the ranch.”
“Actually,” she said, digging in her purse. His gut tightened when he caught sight of lace, before she dropped the keys into his hand. “This is a good opportunity to take the rental back to the airport. I don’t need it. Kerri and I will be driving back with Shawn and Megan, and mom said I can borrow hers if I need one.” Sadness flashed through her eyes before she blinked the emotion away.
His gut suddenly twisted for a completely different reason. Next week at this time, she’d be gone. Back to her life in California.
Maybe he could persuade her to stay longer, he thought forcing himself to breath normally. “Good idea. Are the papers in the glove compartment?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll have someone return it to the airport.”
He handed the keys to the receptionist while Jordan told the lady where the car was parked. She turned to Cole, determination straightening her shoulders. That’s his Jordan. She wasn’t going to let her eminent departure ruined their time together. Besides, a lot could happen in a week.
She grabbed his hand, smiled up at him and squeezed. “Now, how formal is this dinner party?”
Half past midnight, they pulled up to the ranch and neared the end of their second date. Warm fingers laced with Jordan’s as Cole helped her out of the car. The Network Security Dinner had actually been fun. She glanced at him as they strolled toward the house hand-in-hand under the moonlight. Beyond gorgeous in his black tuxedo, he stole her breath, much as he had the whole night. Hell, the whole day.
Intelligent, witty, and charming, he handled his speech with ease and had everyone, including her, eating out of the palm of his hands. The man swept her off her feet and she never wanted to set foot on earth again.
Tired but not wanting to part, she slowed her steps. “Do you think Emma’s left anything in the kitchen for us to snack on?”
His teeth gleamed under the Texas moon. “I’m sure we can find something. And if not, I’m completely available.”
Damn, but that man was irresistible. She’d already snacked on him twice today…and he on her three times. Heat shot low in her belly just thin
king about their day. The sexy Texan couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Seems her lack of undergarments tormented him. Ah, poor baby. Lucky her. He had big hands. Great hands. Damn talented hands.
Jordan always knew when they finally got together it would be explosive, but hell…she hadn’t realized just how fiery and all out consuming their union would be.
And heaven help her, she was ready for more.
She swayed closer, pressing into his hot, rock hard form while caressing the five-o’clock shadow now covering his strong jaw. How would it feel against her skin?
“And I’m completely game.” She smiled, pulling his mouth to hers for a long, wet, deep kiss. Her new, favorite kind.
His hands crushed her close, grinding into her, cupping her ass because, oh yeah, she didn’t have anything on underneath the black Halston Heritage gown she’d bought today. The gown he offered to buy but she wouldn’t let him. The gown from the store who’s fitting room proved just how great Cole fit inside her.
“Jesus, Jordan, you drive me crazy,” he said against her ear.
He said that a lot.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
And that, too. And she certainly felt the same way.
“Hmm…” She drew back and nodded. “Ditto.”
Smiling as they entered the house, she warned her body to remain cool. This was the McCall household. She would not disrespect them by devouring their youngest son in the kitchen.
Four pairs of startled eyes looked up from the table as they entered.
“Wow, look at the two of you.” Mrs. McCall’s hand flew to her mouth.
Her mother smiled. “Jordan, you look lovely. And you look very handsome, Cole.”
“Thank you. But anyone would look good next to your daughter.” He released her fingers to slide his hand tantalizingly slow across her back until he cupped her hip and squeezed.
“How did your presentation go, son?” Mr. McCall set his coffee on the table and waited for his son to reply.
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