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His teeth grazed her clit.
Her body responded with a fierce climax, bucking against his mouth, with a torrent of passion that burned through every muscle, every bone, every bit of skin. He sucked harder as her pleasure crested with a wave of intense need and hunger. Hercries echoed around her room but he didn’t relent until she was left drained and weightless with the release only he could give, gasping for each breath as the remaining sensations rippled over her.
He shifted up the bed and gathered her into the protective circle of his arm. She breathed in her own sweet musky scent on his lips. This. This is what she had searched for in the eight years he had left her. The knowing it was right. The knowing he was right.
“Welcome home.” He pressed a kiss against her temple.
She smoothed back his hair, surprised at the tenderness gripping her heart. “And all I got you was a lousy t-shirt.”
He gave a muffled snort of laughter. “Can I have you instead?”
She unzip her skirt, then lifted her hips and wiggled out of the material. “Have me,” she said.
He obliged, ripping his shirt over his head and sending it to the floor.
“I need you,” he said. “I need you so much.”
She didn’t argue.
Chapter 14
Jordan sat on one of the recliners in the common room of the stables, trying to concentrate on Mrs. McGraw’s request for information on companies that ran focus groups. Her body was loose and pliable, warm and clean after a shower. A soft snore came from her room down the hall and gushy feelings infused her belly. Finally, Josh was where he belonged.
But for how long? Before she had kissed him and took him to bed, she had sensed him pulling away.
Late afternoon light drifted in through the windows, casting a golden glow over the furniture. Jordan leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes. It would be easy to imagine quitting her business in Connecticut and have this be her life – working for Mrs. McGraw, helping her friends at the Inn, Josh cooking up new recipes in the kitchen. Anthon would have to go, of course, but Josh could easily do his job. And they’d live happily ever after.
Shuffling noises sounded from the hallway, and Josh entered the common room. Fully dressed.
Damn. He was leaving.
He confirmed her suspicions when he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I hate to eat and run…”
Jordan stifled a grin and groaned. “You did not just say that.”
A rare smile curved his lips, melting her heart.
“Do you have a catering gig tonight?” She framed his face with her hands, not willing to let him go. “Because if you don’t…” She kissed him.
His lips lingered on hers for a moment, then pulled back. “I would like nothing more than to spend the night with you in my arms, but I can’t. Jordan—”
“Got other plans? I can come along and help. What are you doing?”
He shrugged and turned away from her. “Nothing interesting.”
That one hurt. “So you’d rather do nothing interesting than stay here with me?”
“No.” His lips flattened, but his eyes filled with a desperation that caught her breath. “I have some family issues, that’s all.”
She wracked her memories. Surely he had mentioned a family eight years ago. His mom had remarried a few years previous? Something like that?
And then he picked up his backpack.
“I’m a good listener, Josh.” Hopelessness bloomed in her belly, and she followed him to the door. “Aren’t you getting tired of only seeing me at Fountenoy Hall and texting at night? I want to be with you, Josh. I want more than fleeting moments and sweaty afternoons.”
“It’s not about—”
“Me. I know. You’ve made that clear.” A sudden, horrible realization dawned and she stepped away from him, her stomach curling. “You’re married, aren’t you? Oh, my God, you’re married. I’m the side piece.”
