His lips were as warm as I’d remembered them. I’d never expected anything about Jordan Slater to be soft. His kiss was. Tiny tendrils of heat spread through my mouth as he eased his tongue past my lips. He tasted sweet and male, a taste that called to me on a primal level.
To anchor myself to reality, I fisted my hands into his shirt. Excitement coursed through every fabric of my being. My entire life, I’d only ever wanted to kiss one boy.
Jordan’s wide, calloused palm cupped my face so that he took the kiss deeper. Surely the mewling sounds weren’t coming from me. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t moan against Jordan’s kiss. Not after all the time and emotional distance I’d put between us.
Still, my body responded with a desperate want and earned a low growl from Jordan as he dropped a possessive hand to my waist. A strong demand crushed me against him and stole my breath. I wasn’t scared now, not even a little.
Jordan took me over an edge I hadn’t known I’d been teetering on. His fingers moved from my face to my other hip and gripped me tighter. In one kiss he claimed me. I forgot everything about any other kiss I’d ever had before and surely any that would come after.
I slipped my tongue against his and wrapped my arms around the width of him. No longer idle, my body
writhed against him. I was acutely aware of every hard muscled inch of him. From the hard expanse of his chest and lower to where his arousal was evident.
His erection was the jolt back to reality I needed. I pushed away and gasped, my chest heaving.
“Hunter ever make you moan that way, feel that way?” Jordan’s voice was raspy and thick with desire. I’d never heard it like that before. I couldn’t think of a single sound on the planet that could be sexier.
The fact that I couldn’t come up with a quick, snarky response as I stood trembling in a giant field at dawn, propelled my feet to where I’d parked the Jeep. If I stayed, I’d keep thinking of how sexy he sounded, how good it felt to be pressed against him, or even how damn good he kissed.
“I don’t need this,” I muttered as I went. I couldn’t handle the rollercoaster of emotions of the past few minutes. I’d been hit by the proverbial truck.
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” he grumbled. My retort was stolen by the roar of an engine.
“Get down!” Jordan grabbed me right before I was illuminated by the beam of headlights. We both hit the ground, Jordan twisting himself so that I didn’t wind up face first in the tall grass. Instead, I was on my side, pressed against him. Adrenaline coursed through me as the truck and the trailer it pulled stopped near the burnout spot.
I tried to tell myself the adrenaline had nothing to do with Jordan pressed against me.
Hunter’s voice drifted through the field as the sun began to lighten the sky. When Jordan opened his mouth to speak, I reached across his chest and covered it with my hand. His signature black ball cap had fallen to the wayside and made it easy to read the question in his eyes. This close, I wouldn’t have needed the jumping shadows cast from the headlights on the street above to see him clearly.
“He’s talking about wheel spin.” I pressed closer to Jordan in an effort to get closer to the sound of Hunter’s voice. “Yeah, he’s spinning the tires the first sixty feet.” Jordan shifted and pulled my hand away, a grin forming. “He’s tweaking it, trying to find all the power he can. He’s lighter than I am, but it sounds like he put too much power in it. Spinning right before a race?
That’s no good, I’m in his head, he’s worried about me.”
“Don’t get too cocky.” My whisper matched his. “A smart guy once told me that being too cocky loses races.”
“So now I’m smart?”
I tilted my head to look at him. It was at that moment it became apparent that I was stretched completely across his chest. The feel of him beneath me reminded me of the heated kiss. “You have your moments…”
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t let myself feel like this again. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a frightened voice reminding me of what wanting him would turn me into. Wanting Jordan so soon after what had happened at college, made every bad thing Caleb had said true.
If I let this go further, what would it do to me? Yet, despite all the warning bells in my head, I lowered myself against his chest. I was flirting with disaster. This could only end badly no matter how much I wanted it.
His head came up to meet me halfway, his lips finding mine instantly. This kiss lacked the urgency of the first but was no less potent. This was a slow burn, a gentle slide into seduction.
Jordan’s tongue traced my bottom lip, once, twice, three times before he tasted me. Languidly he stoked the fire between us.
The tips of his fingers trailed down my side, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. And it wasn’t me that moaned first this time. Jordan’s deep moan when my fingers traced down his chest was thrilling in a way I had never imagined.
His moan made me desire things I shouldn’t have.
Things I couldn’t have.
My nipples strained against the confining silk of my bra and my skin tingled for his touch. My body betrayed the warning voice in my head and reached for something I had wanted for most of my life.
It would go against everything I’d promised myself, to keep going, to let this happen.
I could still feel lust and desire. I’d come home tainted, sullied, and yet still I could feel the wanton rush of passion. What sort of woman did that make me?
I didn’t realize he still held the hand that had covered his mouth until I jerked it free to reach for my throat.
“Why do you do that?” His voice was tender in the dusky light, vibrating against my lips.
“Do what?”
“Touch yourself here.” He brushed my throat with his knuckles.
I flinched. Even wanting him as much as I always had, I still avoided his touch there.
“We need to go.” I shoved off his chest. Even though Hunter was long gone, the field was entirely too crowded.
“Raelynn…”
I didn’t look back or wait on him. I didn’t breathe until I got to the Jeep and then I did it all in one big gulp. Some things weren’t meant to be said, and there were some things that Jordan Slater knew nothing about.
“Pretend tonight never happened, okay?” My voice was calmer than I’d expected. I had been wrong, it hurt too much. All of it. The memories left behind by Jordan combined with everything else I’d been through were far too much. “You’re good at that.”
If looks could kill, I wouldn’t have survived the ride home.