Page 22 of A Suite Temptation

This hot fling with Jordan could be different.I hope so.He wasn’t from the world of entertainment. He wasn’t someone who would seek to use a romantic connection with Chloe as a means to furthering his career. The Royal family already had immense wealth and power—Jordan didn’t need that from her.

The need tonight was very much on her part.

“As long as you are comfortable with the lights being low, Chloe, so am I. Whatever it is that you want, you only have to ask. I am yours.”

He moved closer and she stepped into his arms. Jordan brushed a kiss on her forehead and whispered, “We can stay here and talk, or we could move into the bedroom. Whatever happens tonight is entirely up to you. I would love for us to continue what we began in Berlin, but again, it’s your call.”

Berlin. They hadn’t got all that far, and it had preyed on her mind. If Jordan had been unsure about them hooking up in the back of the limo, then why hadn’t he simply asked her to invite him to her hotel suite? He’d said goodnight and then left.

“Can I ask why things didn’t happen in Germany? I mean I thought they would, and then …”

Jordan nodded. “Rehab made me clean up a lot of things in my life. It taught me a good deal about respect. I didn’t want us to fool around in the car, and while hotel rooms are nice enough, I’ve used far too many for casual sex and I don’t do that anymore. That’s why I wanted you to come here tonight. This apartment only ever has family members stay in it.”

She hadn’t expected that kind of reasoning from him. “But your family owns hotels and resorts.”

“Yes, we do. Several hundred of them. Does that make me a bit of a hypocrite? Probably. But the truth is, I like myself better when I stick to this code of behavior.”

Had self-loathing been a factor in his drug use and eventual arrest? The fact that Jordan had highlighted how living a better life made him feel good about himself, set Chloe wondering if that had been the case. And good for him. Jordan had reached a level of maturity that many others, could only ever dream of attaining.

Chloe drew in a ragged breath. She had come here tonight with one thing in mind. To have Jordan make love to her. Every minute she spent with him had her questioning that intent. He was open and honest with her, inviting her into his private world, while her first thoughts had been all about sex.

He gave her a feeling of expectation, of maybe there being something between them that went beyond tomorrow. Chloe caught her thoughts.

Don’t be silly, don’t start building little dreams.

There was every chance that after tonight they may never see one another again. Jordan might be dressing this evening’s encounter in words of honor, but they were adults, and she wasn’t nearly naive enough to think that Jordan had invited her here for a lesson in chivalry.

Keep it simple. Keep it about sex and let tomorrow take care of itself.

“You seem like a really nice guy, Jordan. And this apartment is beautiful. So yes, I would like for us to spend the night together.”

He bent and softly kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear, “The bedroom it is.”

CHAPTERTEN

The master bedroom was as beautifully decorated as the main living area. A large curved, wooden sleigh bed sat in the center of the room. The duvet cover was a cream, blue, and gold leaf pattern. A dark blue woolen blanket had been artfully draped over the end of the mattress. Chloe had stayed in some of the most luxurious hotels in the world, but they had always felt like hotels. This room had the same warmth and soul as the rest of the apartment. It spoke of it being a home.

As Jordan pressed his body against hers, Chloe didn’t bother to take in the rest of the room. She offered him her lips and he claimed them with unrestrained hunger. His hand slipped down her back and settled on the curve of her hip. He pulled her gently toward him, and she reveled in the sensation of his firm erection as it pressed into her stomach. An ache settled between her legs. She wanted Jordan. And he wanted her.

They remained this way, holding one another and kissing deeply for a gloriously long time. When they finally broke the kiss, Jordan let Chloe take a small step backward. His gaze lowered and settled on the swell of her breasts, sending a ripple of lust rushing through her body. He liked what he saw. She hoped he wanted it all.

“I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since Berlin. And what you would look like stripped and standing naked before me. Watching you up on stage tonight, I have to confess a great deal of my time was spent staring at your gorgeous breasts. Whoever designs your costumes certainly knows how to make them cling perfectly in all the right places.”

No doubt there would have been others in the crowd tonight thinking the exact same thing, and then imagining what it would be like to have Chloe naked as their hands roamed over her body. But only one person, one man, was going to get that opportunity tonight.

“Touch me.”

Jordan’s fingers brushed over Chloe’s nipples, making them pebble. She loved this tender foreplay, but she wanted his mouth on them, licking and sucking hard. But asking for what she wanted had always been a challenge.

He gave one of her nipples a firmer tweak and on a pleading sob she closed her eyes. He had to know what this was doing to her. “Tell me, Chloe, how would you like this to proceed? A gentleman always lets the lady set the rules. Let me be that gentleman for you tonight.”

His warm invitation had Chloe swallowing deep. She kept her eyes closed. If she didn’t look at him, she might just be able to find the right words to speak her desire.

“Hmmm?”

“I want you to strip me naked. I want you to lay me on the bed, and I …” Her breath caught and she paused.

He brushed a kiss against her mouth, then parted her lips with his tongue. Jordan’s kiss dared her to speak her truth. “Go on, Chloe, you can say what you need. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Your desires are my command.”

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