“Relax, will you? I was just worried about you,” I lied.
“As you can see, I’m fine. You should have stayed in the cabin.”
“Sorry. I just thought I heard something and wanted to make sure that you were okay. Wow, this is really nice,” I said, looking around. It reminded me of my mother’s three-season porch, only far less cramped. In fact, the only piece of furniture was an oversized, brown, suede sectional that faced the lake. “Is this yours?” I asked, thinking that it looked very inviting.
“The sectional? Yeah. I wanted it for the main cabin, but it was too large. So, I had it brought out here.”
The moon was shining through the large apex window and as I drew closer, the view of the lake was breathtaking. I sat down on the sectional and sighed. “I could definitely live with this.”
“I know. It’s one of the reasons I bought the place. You get a clear shot of most of the cabins and the mountains, from this angle,” he said, now standing next to the window.
“And this soft, cushy sofa makes it even better.” I laid my head back and closed my eyes. “That does it. I’m sleeping here tonight.”
He yawned. “Go ahead, if you want.”
“Sounds like you could use some sleep,” I said, noticing the weariness in his voice.
“I’m okay,” he said, yawning again.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. There were shadows under his eyes. “Jordan, why don’t you take a nap and let me keep watch for a while?”
“No, I can handle it.”
I got up and walked over to him. “Nothing is happening right now. Get some sleep so you’re alert when you really need to be.”
He frowned.
“Don’t be so stubborn. Let me watch the other cabin for movement. If I see anything unusual, I’ll wake you up right away.”
Sighing, he handed me the night-vision goggles. “Okay. Just for a couple of hours, though.”
“Sure. What time is it now?” I asked, walking over to the window.
“Eleven-forty-five.”
“Okay.” I sat down on the edge of the sectional, put the goggles on, and stared outside. “Wow, these are neat.”
Jordan crawled onto the sofa and closed his eyes. “Turn them on. There even cooler.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah. I guess they are.”
He smiled.
***
As Jordan slept, I watched the other cabin, anxious for something to happen, but hoping that it wouldn’t. After about an hour, he began making noises in his sleep.
Curious, I glanced over at him, thinking that he was even more handsome when he slept. With his long eyelashes and sensual lips, I could understand why the lawyer would want him. Thinking about her putting her hands on him, though, made my stomach clench.
Bitch.
I knew that I had no right being jealous, but, it was pretty obvious that I already had a serious crush on Jordan Steele. For the past few hours, all I’d been thinking about was him. Not only did he make me laugh, but the man made my pulse race and things tingle in places that hadn’t in a very long time. I’d even started wondering what it would be like, having sex with him. Something in his eyes told me that he could be wild and passionate but also gentle and patient, if needed.
Biting my lower lip, my eyes wandered from his face, down his chest, and to his jeans. His legs were long and lean and there was a sizeable bulge under his zipper, even when he slept.
Jordan suddenly groaned in his sleep and I saw his hips begin to move in a way that took my breath away. I’d have erotic dreams and from the way he was moving, he was either making love to someone or doing crunches in his sleep. .
Oh my God, was he having sex with that lawyer in his dreams?
Convinced that he was, I grit my teeth, but continued watching him, unable to tear my eyes away.
Whatever was happening in that head of his, there was something so erotic about the way he was moving his hips that I felt my own sex flutter with excitement. But then I began to imagine him having an orgasm, and decided that I needed to save us both that embarrassment. I removed the goggles and crept over to where he was sleeping.
“Jordan,” I whispered, shaking his arm.
“Jessica,” he murmured. “Oh, God, yes...”
I froze, the air in the room feeling as if it had been sucked out. Soon, Jordan began saying other things, erasing any doubt in my mind about who it was that he was making love to in his dream.
My cheeks burning red, I finally found my voice. “Jordan?”
“Jessica.” His hands reached clumsily for me and the next thing I knew, I was lying on top of him.
Oh my God…
“You’re so… beautiful.”
Whether he was dreaming or not, the crazy thing was that I didn’t want to get off of him. In fact, I wanted to be there so badly, that I relaxed against him.
“Jess…”
Feeling his desire against my stomach, I spread my legs and his hardness pushed in a place that ached for more.
“Jordan,” I whispered, grabbing his hand. I placed it against my cheek and closed my eyes. There were so many emotions going through me that I felt tears under my lashes. One thing I knew for certain was that for the first time, in a very long while, I felt desire for a man, and wasn’t frightened. Jordan was my protector. He was risking his life to keep me safe. I trusted him at that moment, with everything I had. Everything.
Jordan suddenly stopped all movement and then his entire body stiffened up.
Realizing that he was now awake, I opened my eyes and looked into his. “Hi.”
He removed his hands from me. “What are you doing?” he whispered, in a strained voice.
“I’m sorry,” I said, jumping off of him. My cheeks burned in shame. “I tried waking you up and then you pulled me down…”
Looking horrified, he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Jesus. I’m the one who should be saying sorry.”
I laughed nervously. “It’s okay. Really.”
He opened his eyes and sat up. “Did I say anything to you?”
“No,” I lied.
“So, I basically pulled you down and began molesting you in my sleep?” he said, angrily.
“It’s okay. And, you didn’t molest me.”
“No, it’s not okay,” he said sharply. He stood up. “This is why I work alone and I don’t do security, especially for a woman that I…” His voice trailed off.
“That you what?”
“Need to keep my distance from,” he said, avoiding my eyes as he reached for a bottle of water that was on the ground.
“Why?”
He laughed coldly. “Isn’t it obvious? Look at what just happened. I practically raped you in my sleep.”
“No. That wasn’t rape. Believe me, I know what that is,” I said.
“Well, whatever that was, it can’t happen again. From now on, I think you should just stay as far away from me as possible,” he said, before taking a long drink of water.
“But, I don’t understand. Why?”
“Jessica, why do you have to ask so many damn questions?”
“Because I deserve to know the answers,” I said, frowning.
“Fine. You want to know why? Because you’re too much of a temptation, that’s why.”
“I’m a temptation?” I repeated, staring at him in surprise.
“No. I meant a distraction,” he said angrily. “I can’t concentrate on shit when you’re around. You and all your damn questions. You’re driving me nuts!”
“Oh, and you’re so easy to be around?” I snapped back.
He ran a hand through his hair and began to pace. “Jesus, I should have never agreed to this bullshit.”
“Then maybe you should just take me to the airport and ship me back to Iowa!” I said loudly. “And then you can be alone and happy! Just the way you like it!”
He stopped. “Maybe I should. I don’t need this shit,” he said glaring at me. “You’re a goddamn pain in the ass,
you know that?”
“Is that right?” I raised my chin defiantly. “Tell you what, Judge, why don’t you take your holier-than-thou gavel and go fuck yourself with it?”
Jordan’s eye twitched.
I went on. “By the way, that’s not a question, it’s a suggestion. One I highly recommend.”
“Guess what, Princess, this time I have a question that needs an answer,” he said with a hard, feral smile.
“Bring it on,” I sneered, “Unlike you, I’m not afraid of giving one.”
Jordan grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine, kissing me hard with an explosion of pent-up lust. Moaning, I opened up to him, enjoying the way his demanding tongue made love to my mouth. Just as my legs turned to jelly, he tore his lips free and we stared at each other, panting.
“This has to stop,” he said, his eyes burning into mine. “I can’t allow it.”
“You are not going to stop kissing me now,” I said, pulling him back to my lips.
He groaned in the back of his throat and then began kissing me again. I arched my back, desperate for more. Suddenly, he lifted me up and into his arms, carrying me over to the sectional. Then he sat down, with me on his lap, facing him.
“We can stop. If you want,” he said, although his eyes burned with frustrated need.
In answer, I leaned down and began kissing him again. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, but I didn’t want to stop it. Not yet, anyway.
Jordan slid one hand into my hair and caressed my shoulder blade with the other.
I slid my hands along his chest, reveling in the hard planes of his muscles. Wanting to get closer, I pulled his T-shirt out from his jeans and slid my hands under it, running the palms of my hands along his smooth, warm skin.
He suddenly pulled away from my lips. “Tell me if anything gets to be too much.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it,” he whispered, kissing my neck.
My hands clutched his head as he lips trailed down my throat He slid his hand up my stomach until his fingertips stopped at the curve of my breast.
“It’s okay. Touch me,” I whispered.
He pulled his mouth free and grabbed my T-shirt, lifting it over my head. Pulling the cup of my bra down, he took my breast, and sucked it, deep and hard.
Chapter Thirty-three
She threw her head back and moaned as I moved to her nipple, trapping the nub between my lips. Using my tongue, I flicked and teased it while she dug her fingernails into my shoulder.
“Jordan,” she moaned, rocking against my hard cock.
Letting out a ragged sigh, I made myself slow down before I threw her down on the sofa, pulled off her jeans and plunged inside. I needed to let her initiate the pace and if she decided to stop, then I would. Immediately.
“Jessica,” I whispered back, sliding my hand behind her neck. I kissed her lips again and then slid my tongue into her mouth, wanting so much more, but afraid to frighten her. With my other hand, I continued caressing and squeezing her breasts, waiting patiently for any signs that she wanted to go further. I pulled away after a few minutes and stared up at her. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” she said, hugging my face to her breasts. “And right now, I don’t care.”
Groaning, I got up and flipped her over. Then I got on top and began kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I slid my hands over her ass, wanting to feel skin instead of cotton.
“How far are we taking this?” I asked, pressing my hardness against her opening. I moved my hips in and out, fucking her through the fabric.
She brought my hand to the button of her jeans. “Further.”
I unbuckled them slowly and then slid them off of her hips and down to her ankles. She kicked them away and I stared down hungrily at her green satin panties.
“It’s okay,” she said, noticing my hesitation.
I lay back down and began kissing her again. Slowly, I moved my fingers down her stomach, until I reached the top of the fabric. Concerned about her reaction, I moved my hand over her mound and almost came when I felt how wet her panties were.
Jessica moaned.
Slowly, I began to rub her slit through the fabric.
She dug her fingernails into my back, gasping and squirming.
“Okay?” I whispered, kissing her neck.
“Oh God… yeah…” she replied breathlessly.
Encouraged, I slid my finger underneath the material, and touched her slick folds. When she didn’t stop me, I began rubbing her swollen clit lightly.
Jessica whimpered in pleasure.
Wanting to make this experience something she’d never forget, I moved my lips lower, stopping at her breasts, to tease her nipples, and then making a trail down her stomach until I reached her pelvis.
“Wait,” she said, her legs shaking.
I stared up at her from between her thighs, stopping all movement.
“I… I’m nervous,” she whispered, a sad smile on her face.
“I would never do anything to hurt you,” I answered, kissing her inner thigh. “And if you don’t want to go any further, we don’t have to.”
She bit her lower lip.
I slid my fingers over her breasts and then down her stomach to her hip. “You’re so beautiful, Jessica.” When I noticed my scarred hand next to her flawless skin, I sighed. “Beauty and the Beast.”
Jessica grabbed my hand. “Don’t ever say that.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I said, looking forward. “What in the fuck was I thinking?”
“Jordan Steele, quit feeling sorry for yourself and… dammit, help me through this.”
I looked back into her eyes.
“Make me… come,” she whispered, smiling shyly.
Chapter Thirty-four
Oh my God, did I just say that? I thought.
“Gladly,” he answered, pulling off my panties.
My heart was pounding in my chest as he spread my legs and slowly pulled me to his lips. The moment his warm, wet tongue touched my sex, I gasped. I’d never had anyone do the things he was doing to me down there or felt so much pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as he slid his fingers into my opening while licking me like I was an ice cream cone. Then his tongue moved faster as he synchronized his movement with his fingers, manipulating my womanhood until I was screaming out an orgasm. “Jordan, yes! God, I fucking love you!” I gasped, my body shuddering in ecstasy.
He moved away from me just as I realized what I’d said. I opened my eyes and noticed that he was putting his shirt back on.
“I didn’t mean that,” I said, laughing nervously. “I just loved how you made me feel.”
“And how was that?” he said, not looking at me.
“Do you really have to ask?”
He shrugged.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why do you look so pissed off?”
“Because this should have never happened,” he answered sharply. “I’m being paid to protect you and I just got done…” He ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, what in the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Well, I didn’t think it was wrong,” I said with tears in my eyes. “And I don’t appreciate the fact that you just took something that I thought was… fantastic, and called it a mistake.”
“But it was a mistake,” he argued “Look, I’m glad that you enjoyed it, I really am, but it shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why? Because I accidently said that I loved you?” I answered, grabbing my panties. “Or is it just that I disgust you sexually?”
“What? No!” he snapped, his eyes wide. “Is that what you really think?!
“I don’t know what to think anymore,” I said, getting dressed.
He was about to say something, when a light from outside caught both of our attention.
“Oh my God, what was that?” I whispered.
I joined him. “Can you see anything?”
He was silent for a few seconds and then smirked. “Yeah. I see something. Three men just stepped onto my damn porch. They’re definitely wearing cuts.”
My breath caught in my throat. “What are we going to do?”
“You’re doing nothing,” he said. “I’m going over there and putting an end to this.”
“You’re going to kill them?”
He didn’t reply.
“Jordan?”
“Jessica, you’re better off not knowing.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, frightened of what was going to happen. I knew he was supposed to be good at what he did, but I was suddenly afraid of losing him to those assholes. “Maybe we should wait it out and then just let them leave.”
He shook his head. “No way. First of all, they’re on my property and that really pisses me off. Secondly, these guys are going to hunt us down until we’re dead, Jess. It’s either them or us.”
I knew he was right, which scared me even more.
He went over to the duffel bag and pulled out two hand guns, then holstered them to his body. Then he grabbed the M16.
“You stay here and keep the door locked. If anyone but me comes through it, shoot to kill.”
“Right,” I mumbled.
“I’m serious.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
He stared at me for a second and then his eyes softened. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For everything. For being an asshole. For being me. Truth is… I don’t know what to do with a girl like you,” he said, smiling grimly.
“You seemed to know what you were doing a few minutes ago.”
He walked over and pulled me into his arms. “For the record,” he said into my hair, “you could never disgust me. Ever. I almost came myself, a couple of times, from being so excited. I want you. I want you badly. It just can’t go that far, though.”
“Even if I want you, too?”
He didn’t reply as he released me. “I’ll be back. Hang tight and keep this door locked.”
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