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He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her across the console and settling her astride his lap. Her gasp cut off as his mouth came down on hers, and his tongue slid through her open lips. One hand behind her neck held her immobile as he took what he wanted, plunging, consuming, and silencing her. His other hand still circled one side of her waist and held her firmly over the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. Her short cotton dress had bunched around her hips, baring her panties.
After the shock wore off, she must have kissed him back. Her tongue now entwined with his, and a groan rumbled from his throat. He pulled her down until her breasts pressed against his hard chest, and his hand slid from her waist to cup her butt intimately, creating friction between her core and his impressive engorgement as he slid her back and forth.
Jordan was halfway to orgasm on this stranger’s lap, so far out of her area of expertise that she should probably be horrified. She wasn’t. Maybe she’d hate herself tomorrow, but she wanted what this man offered tonight. A moan escaped as she gave herself over to the pleasure growing low in her stomach. Jordan moved her hand to the waistband of his jeans and popped the button open.
Suddenly, his hands banded around her upper arms, forcing her to sit back. It took a moment for understanding to funnel through her haze of lust to register his distance. When she looked into his eyes, it was easy to detect his anger and regret.
“I did warn you. Now, both of us will need a cold shower to get any sleep tonight.” Travis dropped his hands to the bare skin of her thighs, and she felt him shudder as he slid his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and almost casually flicked the swollen bud of her sex. A jolt of pleasure rocked her, and he smiled. “Shit, you turn me on, baby. It’s a damn shame we can’t take this to its natural conclusion. We’d be good together.”
As his fingers roamed deliberately, the irony almost made her laugh, but something in his eyes convinced her that it was a bad idea. “Why can’t we?”
“Because,” he growled. He picked her up and set her in her seat, buckling her seatbelt again while ignoring her hasty adjustment to her skirt. “You’re too damn drunk to make that choice for yourself, and, believe it or not, Iama gentleman when it comes to consent, even when it hurts.” He started the engine and jerked the shift lever to drive. “Now, where do you live?”
He squealed tires out of the parking lot as Jordan gave her address, too ashamed to say anything else. She’d thrown herself at the man, going way out of her comfort zone, and had a hefty dose of humiliation handed to her. Was she drunk? Hopefully, she was. Maybe she wouldn’t remember anything in the morning.
She blinked fast to keep tears from embarrassing her further, focusing on the darkness outside her window. Silence reigned the ten minutes it took to reach her house. Releasing her seatbelt and jerking the door handle, she jumped to the ground as soon as the pickup stopped. Shame must have a sobering effect because she was steady as a rock as she hastened to the door, digging her keys from her small purse as she went.
“Wait a minute. Jordan!” Travis slammed his door and was right behind her when she unlocked the house. “Hold up a minute.”
She pushed the door open and crossed the threshold. He followed her inside, anyway, but she refused to meet his gaze. Or cry. Or wish she hadn’t been such a fool.
Halfway to the kitchen, he caught her elbow and turned her to face him. “Look, I’m sorry I lost my cool.” He reached out and tipped up her chin, so she had to look at him. “I’m attracted to you, and I can’t remember the last time I wanted more than sex from a woman. I thought maybe you felt it too. If I didn’t think there was something special about our connection, we’d already be in your bed. I’m not looking for just a quick tumble in the sheets with you. I was hoping I could see you again, and we could get to know each other.”
A tear welled over and rolled down her cheek despite her best efforts.Damn it.
He caught it with his thumb, and a sad smile tugged at his lips. “Something tells me I blew it.”
No, she had—big time. The first man in forever she’d felt any chemistry with, and she’d acted so abhorrently, she’d never be able to face him again.
“Feel free to tell me I’m wrong.” A soft laugh escaped him.
God, would this never end?She shrugged off his touch, strode to the door, and held it open.
His smile faded as his expression went blank. “Okay. Good night, Jordan.” He tossed Liz’s car keys on the stand beside the door on his way out.
She closed the door silently and threw the deadbolt. She’d hoped it would be easier to breathe once Travis was gone, but that wasn’t the case. Her chest hurt, and her stomach roiled. A heartbeat later, she couldn’t swallow down the bile any longer and ran for the bathroom to throw up.
A perfect end to a perfect night.
Chapter Two
Where the hell is Coop?For what seemed like the hundredth time, Travis surveyed the meadow below and the line of trees surrounding it, tuning in to the sounds of the night. He couldn’t wait around forever. The full moon had already begun its descent toward morning. Leaving now would barely allow him enough time to sneak back into camp before the others awoke and noticed he was gone. What was keeping his partner?
The forest was way too quiet for his liking. Pine branches swayed gently in the wind, causing the pattern of shadows on the ground around him to meld and then break apart. Eerie to a San Diego born-and-bred man like himself. Fifteen years of overseas missions with his SEAL team in situations that made his skin crawl should have prepared him for anything. Still, a good old-fashioned police siren or some jerk's incessant horn-honking would be welcome about now.
