Questing (Cosmis Connections, Book One) (18 page)

“I’ve never been more serious about anything. You asked me how I can still defend Shane. He’s my big brother and nothing will ever change that. His lack of confidence in me may or may not be due to my own behavior when we were younger. Yes, sometimes he treats me like a kid. Yes, sometimes he’s an overbearing know-it-all. Yes, sometimes he’s an incredible ass. And yes, sometimes I don’t particularly like him. But none of that could ever make me turn my back on him. The way I see you is very similar. Whether it’s as your husband, your lover, your friend, or just the guy who comes to see you at lunch every day, I want more than anything to be part of your life and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. I’m not going to rush you because I understand that you need to get to know me first in order for you to decide where I fit in.”

His tone had dropped since the beginning of the discussion and Kiley had been listening intently the entire time. Jordan finally realized the affect he was having on her when she urged him to continue speaking. “Perhaps I should include the guy you call for phone sex in that list.”

“Oh my God, how do you do this?” Kiley asked breathlessly.

“Honestly, sweet, you’re the only woman who’s ever had this reaction. I must admit that I’m fascinated.”

“I never felt this way with anyone else either. If you keep on talking…oh please!” She tried to move against him but Jordan wouldn’t let her.

“Is that what you want, Kiley?”

“No, damn it! What I want is both of us naked. Now! Shouldn’t we make sure we’re compatible?” She reached for him again.

“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.”

Fair 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.”