Page 64 of Smooth Moves
“But I’m not leaving until I talk to Reid.”
“I…what?”
“You shouldn’t have seduced me out of my little nap.” She propped herself up on her elbows, staring into his eyes. “You’re too sexy for your own good.” She harrumphed, and the compliment she’d grudgingly given warmed him. “Until I say otherwise, you’re mine. No flirting or sexing up other girls.”
His entire world brightened.Wouldn’t be smart to let her see she’s gotten the upper hand though.He blinked at her, pretending innocence. “I’m sorry. What are you saying? You’re hooked on me already? Man, I knew it would come to this.” He sighed, forcing himself not to laugh when her brows drew together. “Okay. For the sake of your sanity, those mouthwatering breasts, and that tight little ass, sure. I’m okay to be kept.”
The smile she’d tried to keep hidden appeared. “Mouthwatering, aren’t they?”
“Yes, they are. I want some.”
“But I’ll have to get off you if you want some titty.”
Hearing Jordan say “titty” shocked him.
She laughed as she slithered off him, but when she would have darted off the bed, he caught her. “Easy, doofus. Your brain’s still rattled.”
“You’re telling me.” He tugged her under him on the bed and showed her how mouthwatering her “titties” were.
After some time spent kissing and caressing each other, stirring a peculiar, calming build of arousal, she pulled back. He stared down at her, fascinated by the way she watched him as she smoothed his hair back.
“I hate it, but I do have to go.”
“I know.” He wanted her to stay.
She smirked. “I love how sad you sound saying that.”
“What can I say? I’m used to the burr under my saddle that is Jordan Fleming.”
“Oh, whatever. I’m no burr. I’m more like a stick of honey you can’t get enough of.”
He nodded. “So sweet and sticky. I’ve got some sweet and sticky for you if you want some of mine.” He put her hand around his stiffening cock. “And Iloveto keep you well fed.”
She gripped him, making him even harder. But when she loosened her hand, he let her go.
“I wish I could stay.” He heard the wistful truth in her words.
And knew he was keeping her.
Somehow, someway, he had to fool her into thinking he was more than he seemed. Because, selfish as it was, he wanted Jordan in his life. And maybe, just maybe, if he worked hard at it, he could be the guy she needed.
“I wish you could stay too.” He kissed her and sighed. “But you need to get back. Hold on.”
He helped her clean up then let her fuss over him but drew the line when she tried to put his shirt on him. “Damn it. I’m not a kid.”
“That was never in question.” She tucked her hair back, the ragged cut sexy and a little wild. “I was just trying to help.”
He shrugged into his T-shirt and walked her to the door. “I’m really okay, you know.” He hugged her to him. “I think taking all the blood from the rest of my body and centering it in my dick relieved some cranial pressure.”
She shook her head. “There you go surprising me again, using big words like ‘cranial.’”
He laughed. “Such a smartass. Go on. Go home.”
“Just as soon as you promise to call Reid. Someone should be here to check on you through the night.”
“I’d rather it was you,” he muttered. He heard Reid’s car pull up outside. “Damn.”
“So, um, are we ‘out’?”
