“Nice try.” He deliberately sounded seductive and gave her a smoldering look. “Do you really think we won’t be?”
Kiley’s eyes began to glaze. “Jordan, please. I can feel every word you say. It’s amazing. Make love to me.”
“I can’t. Not tonight. I told you. You know I need to be sure, for you to be sure. No matter how much I love you, that is the one thing I just can’t do for you now.”
“But I want you. I’m so hot for you right now. Here, feel how wet I am.” Kiley grabbed his hand.
“You’re killing me, sweet. Do you know that?” Jordan got out of bed and quickly pulled on his sweats.
“I saw that. You want me too.”
“Hell yes, I want you! You’re so damn sexy in those tailored skirts and blouses you wear to work that I’ve been half-hard for months. Now that I’ve seen what you try so hard to keep hidden, I’m practically in pain.” He was pacing. “Actually having you in my arms, soft and willing, saying you want me but knowing I can’t do what you’re asking, what we both want? Do you have any idea?”
“Okay we won’t make love but we can touch each other.”
“No Kiley, not tonight.”
“But Jordan, I am so wound up. I’ll never sleep now if you don’t let me come. I need to or I’ll lose my mind.” Kiley was kneeling, watching him, her eyes huge and full of desire. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips parted in a breathless pout. Her nipples visible beneath his shirt.
“Do you really think I could make that happen just by talking to you?” Part of Jordan knew it was a bad idea but part of him hated not being able to give in to what she so obviously wanted.
“I know it. When you were describing our kiss earlier I was so turned on. I meant what I told Alyssa. If I’d had three more minutes of you sounding that hot, I’d have been over the top.” Her expression showed she knew he was torn.
Finally, Jordan sighed. “You win. Against my better judgment, I’m willing to find out if that’s possible if you are. But,” he stopped her from trying to tug him onto the bed, “I am going to sit here.” He pulled the chair closer to the bed. “And you are going to stay there.”
“Are you going to talk about sex?”
“If that’s what you want.” Jordan couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. He must be losing his mind!
“Will you be embarrassed if I touch myself?”
“I thought this was to see if you can come with just my voice but no, I won’t be embarrassed if you’re not.” How could he possibly just sit there and talk while this amazing woman pleasured herself in front of him?
“I told you, Jordan. I’m done being restrained around you. Besides, I doubt if anything could embarrass me more than earlier.” She settled back against the pillows and unbuttoned his shirt without exposing her body. “Feel free to touch yourself too but please keep in mind I’d be happy to do it for you.”
“And I actually thought you were shy,” he laughed. “Seriously, what would you like me to talk about?” He hoped she’d pick a different topic.
“You don’t really need to ask that, do you? You left off with our mouths showing each other what we both want.”
Jordan groaned. This was pure torture. “Okay, let’s see. Our mouths are joined. I’ve discovered you taste even sweeter than expected so my tongue is probing yours. I hear you moan, deep in your throat. That sound tells me you want me as much as I want you and it makes me wild.”
Kiley was watching him through wide, passion-glazed eyes. As he spoke, a moan did escape from her, matching his description. “That’s it, sweet. I hear your desire and my control slips a little. Our kiss turns savage. I’ve been feeling your nipples against my chest through our clothes. I can’t wait any longer. I have to touch your bare skin.”
“Me too,” Kiley panted.
“Yes, you too. I force myself to take the time to undo each of the tiny buttons on your blouse. I’d rather just rip it open but I know the wait will be worth it. Finally, it’s off. Your skin is as soft as I’ve dreamed. Your breasts rise and fall with every breath you take. I can’t believe how full you are. You’ve been hiding your big, beautiful breasts from me but never again. I hear another moan when I lean forward and kiss each swell above your lacy bra. Although I could look at you forever it’s not enough at the moment. I have to touch you. I know I should draw the moment out, lingering over what I see before I go any further but I’m not listening to myself.”
“Oh Jordan, I feel it.” Kiley was caressing herself through the shirt.
“That’s right, Kiley. I can’t wait. As soon as I have your bra off I cup both your breasts, one in each hand. My thumbs find your nipples. I stroke you and I can’t believe it. Your nipples get even harder. I need to explore them with my tongue. Just in time, I remember how I meant this to last. Instead of pulling you into my mouth, I use just the tip of my pointed tongue to circle your pebbled nub, making us both wait, knowing the anticipation is adding to your excitement. You keep arching yourself toward me but I miraculously find the willpower to keep you in suspense.
“All this time you’ve been holding onto my arms. Since I won’t let you rush me, you tug at my shirt. When I give in and yank it over my head, you pull us together and press your breasts against my chest. Your skin electrifies me.”
Jordan watched as Kiley brushed open the shirt. She was kneading her breasts. Her own thumbs circled her nipples as he described. When they hardened, she rolled them with her fingers. Jordan didn’t want to watch. The longer he did, the more he ached to replace her fingers with his. Kiley may be able to feel his words but he could practically feel her nipples on his tongue.
“Since you’re holding me so tightly, I kiss you again. Soon I’m nibbling on your neck. I leave a trail of kisses as I lower my head to your breast. Your hands flutter across my chest. Every place you touch is on fire. When I flick my tongue over your nipple, I feel you tremble. Your hands are moving. Somehow your skirt is bunched up. My leg is wedged between yours and you’re pressed against my thigh. I can feel your heat through the barrier of our clothes.”
“Oh my God, Jordan.” Kiley was writhing on the bed. One hand was squeezing her breast, finding her nipple often. The other had drifted across her stomach, moving steadily lower until it caressed her thatch of red hair. Her knees bent leaving her spread open. Her hips rose and fell as she reached her goal. Jordan watched while she dipped a finger inside and used her own lubrication to moisten the center of her attention. Her breathing became more and more ragged as she increased the pressure on her clit. Soon she was quivering, shaking as pleasure engulfed her.
“Wow,” Jordan was fascinated. She was absolutely incredible and he was so hard he hurt.
When Kiley calmed down, she met his eyes. “Don’t stop now Jordan, please.”
“You want more?” he asked, watching her trace lazy patterns on her stomach.
“I need more. I want it all.” His eyes followed her hand when she returned to fondling her breast.
“You make yourself come by moving against my thigh. When you’re done I have to feel how wet you are so I quickly finish undressing you. I pull your naked body back against me with one arm and slide the other between us. My hand strays downward as our mouths join again.
“This time the kiss is demanding. When I slip one finger into you, loving how hot and wet you are for me, I echo its motion with my tongue. My other hand grips your ass. I shift you so I can bury my finger as deep as possible.” Kiley’s own finger was doing the same thing as he told her his was. Without thinking, Jordan reached into his pants and wrapped his hand around his hard shaft. Soon, the movements of his hips matched hers.
“I can’t believe how responsive you are. I feel your muscles constrict around my finger every time I push into you. Another moan comes from deep in your throat. Your hands are squeezing my erection through my pants.”
Kiley noticed what he was doing. “Get it out, Jordan. You watched me and will again. I want to see you.”
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r was fair. Jordan raised his hips, let his erection spring free and kicked off his clothes. He heard Kiley suck in her breath as he resumed his stroking. He still couldn’t believe they were actually doing this but somehow it wasn’t at all awkward.
“Jordan,” Kiley moaned his name, her finger delving deep inside her drenched pussy.
“You’re so hot, moving against my hand. I’m clutching your ass, guiding you. I push you faster and slide a second finger in with the first. Our mouths are still devouring each other. I shift you again so your clit brushes against my hand.”
“Oh God,” Kiley gasped as a second orgasm claimed her. “Oh God,” she repeated, shivering with pleasure. Jordan stopped moving his hand and merely held himself. He’d wait for that part of his story.
Kiley quieted so Jordan resumed, “When your pleasure fades, you discover that I’m covering you with kisses. You’ve found your release twice. Now you decide that it’s time for me to join you. You help push off my pants and tug me with you onto the bed. You’re so wet and I’m so hard.”
“I want you, Jordan,” she interrupted.
“No more than I want you,” he replied. “This time you kiss me. I try to take my time and caress you, as I intended to. Instead, you pull me over you. Your thighs are wide open and my cock ends up right where you want it so it’s easy for you to guide me inside.” His hand was moving again and hers was back on her clit. When she tweaked it, her hips arched upward. He matched her tempo. “I try to slow down and worship you as you deserve but you want me to move faster. Your muscles contract, pulling me deeper into you. We fit together perfectly, as we both knew we would. You have your legs wrapped around me, making sure I fill you completely with each thrust. Being buried in your velvet is so much better than I ever imagined. You urge me on by telling me how much you need me, how much you want me. I can feel that you’re getting close again.” Jordan knew she was by watching her work her clit. So was he! “Now you’re gasping because you’re coming again.” Kiley was gasping on the bed, right on cue. “I can’t hold off any longer. You excite me too much. I promise to make the next time last longer because I can’t wait. I give in…” He saw her struggling to focus on him. “And…come with you.” He did, trying desperately to catch it all in his hand.
When his breathing returned to normal, Jordan surveyed his mess, which wasn’t too bad. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
Kiley crawled off the bed and followed. “Jordan?” Tentatively she poked her head around the door jamb. “That was amazing.” She accepted the washcloth he offered.
“Kiley, you are amazing.” He had to remind himself that he couldn’t touch her. “I think watching you is the most erotic thing I ever did.”
“Why? I only did what you said. Thank you for joining me that last time.”
Jordan noticed that her gaze was boldly raking him from head to toe. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get hard again and he wasn’t sure how long he would continue to resist. “How could I not? You are too sexy to ignore and I’m just a man.”
“Just a man, ha!” Kiley made no attempt to hide what she was looking at. “From what I can see, you’re quite a man, Jordan McKade. It’s after midnight. Does that count as tomorrow yet?”
“No, it’ll be tomorrow after you get some sleep.”
“I was afraid you’d see it that way. Come on.” She tugged his hand. “Let’s go to sleep so it’ll be tomorrow faster.”
He laughed until she shrugged off his shirt. “Kiley.” He reached for it.
“No, Jordan. We’re adults. We can control ourselves. I want to feel your skin while I’m falling asleep.” She crawled into bed and held the covers for him. “You don’t need anything on you either.”
“Are you trying to be a temptress?” He was semi-hard again.
“Listen. If you really intend to keep me here you’re going to have to get used to this. Besides, it’s your own fault that you’re in that state.”
He slid in next to her. “Kiley, I am going to get even for that remark. You knew damn well this would happen when you said you were going to touch yourself.”
“So did you, so stop complaining. If it’ll make you feel better, I’m wet again too.”
Jordan groaned. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“Sure, now you know that I want you again too.”
“I don’t think it’s again. Even though we just did that together, it doesn’t count.”
“I guess you’re right.” She snuggled closer when he slid an arm under her head.
“’Night, Jordan. Thanks again for rescuing me.”
“’Night, Kiley. Thanks for letting me watch you come.” He chuckled at her gasp.
Chapter Fourteen
“All right, all right, don’t knock down the door. I’m coming.” Brett couldn’t imagine who would be pounding so impatiently on his door at nine a.m. on a Friday when he had the day off. The only person who would dare show up on such an occasion was Jordan and Brett was positive it wasn’t him. No, he wouldn’t hammer away anyway. Jordan would use his key and startle Brett out of his sound sleep. Not that his sleep had been all that sound the night before. Despite Jordan’s confidence, Brett was still afraid that he’d made a mess of everything.
“This better be important,” Brett growled, yanking the door open. “I should have known,” he muttered when he discovered the intruder was Shane. Still grumbling, he turned and stalked to the kitchen, leaving the door open, not caring if Shane followed.
“Morning to you too, sunshine,” Shane greeted him cheerfully which earned another scowl.
“Bite me, Shane. Or beat me to a pulp since there aren’t any witnesses here. Anything else will have to wait until after coffee.”
“Here.” Shane handed Brett a Starbucks cup. “Double shot espresso. It’ll hold you over until yours is brewed. Sit.” Shane pushed the stunned man toward a chair and took over the coffee preparations.
Brett took a large swig. “You’re scaring me. What are you doing here?”
“What’s it look like to you?” Shane sat across from him. “I thought about what you said last night and have to admit you’re right. I wish you’d said all of it years ago. But I do have something to say in my defense, not that it excuses my behavior, if you’d care to listen.”
“You’re here to talk?” Brett was still confused.
“If you let me.”
Brett drained his cup. This was the last thing he expected. “I think I’m ready now.”
“First, I’d like to say how glad I am that you and Jordan have been friends all these years. I’ve always envied the closeness you share. For a long time I was actually jealous of you. Until I realized how that was dumb. My brother has a big heart so there’s room for both of us. Then I started thinking of you as my other little brother. I imagine that the two of you are what it’d be like to be in a family with twins. You know why I went out of my way to find fault with Jordan? To give him some doubts.”
“What the fuck? Why would you do that?” Brett was furious.
“Because my little brother scared the hell out of me. Still does.”
“Yeah. Right. You expect me to believe that you, big-shot jock, class president, top of your class, Mr. Personality was scared of your kid brother?”
“Yep. His best friend too.” Shane paused and got them coffee while his words sank in. “Maybe I was all that but it took a lot of effort. I worked out constantly, practiced hard, studied harder and was always sure I’d trip and fall, spilling something on my date. But for you guys, it just came naturally. It was easy to see that everything I worked so hard to accomplish was nothing compared to what you two could do if you decided to.
“The day you took that car I heard about it from the girl who I’d been trying to impress. She was so enthralled with the way you got teachers to hand over their keys and drove the car out to the lake in the middle of the day when you were only fifteen that she completely forgot about me. Yeah, I was mad at
how stupid you were to pull something like that. But I still have to admit it was also the coolest thing ever. And after that you could have been unstoppable. Why were you content to live on the legend when you could have done so much more?”
Brett was amazed. “We only did it to try to impress you. I really thought you were going to talk them into having us arrested.”
“I was mad enough at first to want that. You two weren’t the only ones to learn from our teachers that summer. Anyway, I guess it got to be habit, Jordan tormenting me with your help and me trying to keep you in line. Did you really come here because of me?”
“Yes. Jordan never gave up hope that you’d see him as a man someday, a friend instead of just your rebellious little brother. He knew the job he took would suck. We both had better offers but when he came here I had to too. I knew nothing would be different, not really. So what if we were grown men with real jobs? You were still the overbearing big brother and Jordan was still the impulsive, unthinking kid with me for his sidekick.
“Shane, all he’s ever wanted is your approval, for you to be proud of something he’s done. When he went out on his own, your parents accepted his decision instantly. They’ve always supported both of you unquestioningly. But you had to go and tear him down again with those audits. You have no idea how well respected he is, do you?
“I have my job, thanks to Jordan. The owner of the agency was busting a nut to be his client so Jordan told him that the only way he would accept him was if he gave me a six-month trial. I knew I could do the job but I was an unknown kid and he wasn’t interested. Jordan was almost out the door before my boss called him back.”
“You obviously proved yourself. I’ve heard that you’re the hottest thing in advertising these days.”
“That’s not the point, Shane.”
“I know. The point is the rest of the world accepts my brother for the genius he is but I’m too stupid to do the same.”
“Not stupid, just stubborn.”
“Which brings me back to my original statement. Jordan intimidates me. He can do anything and make it look easy. He can be tough or cool when he needs to be. He’s comfortable no matter where he goes or who he’s with. And rumor has it that he’s made himself quite wealthy. He’s brilliant and widely recognized as the best. But in spite of all that, he’s managed to stay the good-natured, steady, unpretentious guy he’s always been.
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