Page 26 of Own the Eights
This was the first time she’d uttered his name. Many women had, but none had sounded like this, like music, like a symphony packed into two syllables.
The kiss intensified, their breaths mingling in heated pants. He trailed his fingertips along her neck, past her slight shoulders, and down her back to her slim waist, totally hidden by the damn cardigan. She released his forearms, shrugged out of the bulky garment, and threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. She twisted a lock, and the sensation traveled straight to his hard length. He tightened his grip on her hips and slid her body over the console, in what may not have been a Marks Perfect Ten Mindset suave maneuver as a clunk accompanied her surprised yelp.
“My Birkenstock—” she began as her sandal fell off. But he silenced her with a kiss.
Their bodies flush, she straddled him in the tight space. He gripped her ass, which was pretty fucking perfect, and squeezed the firm globes. She arched into him, and he took the opportunity to drop a line of kisses across her jaw to her earlobe.
He rocked her hips, and the friction between them grew hotter. Her skirt inched up, revealing long, toned legs.
Jesus! Maybe there was something to meandering walks. She bucked against him as he dipped a finger inside her panties and found her wet.
So very wet.
Moving together, hands exploring, his cock strained against his pants, he took her earlobe between his teeth. “Georgie, you’re—”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP!
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Georgie
Georgie shrieked and shot forward. The horn silenced, and she stared into Jordan’s eyes, her trifecta frozen, their imaginary mouths hanging open. Their literary minds momentarily scrambled, just like hers.
Holy Marks Perfect Ten Mindset kiss!
She cleared her throat. “I can certainly tell that you’ve put a lot of thought into your…technique,” she said, trying to establish some semblance of professionalism, but her tingling lips and straddling thighs seriously put a kink in that.
He nodded. “It’s definitely something I’ve thought a great deal about. You know, lips and stuff.”
“And hands,” she offered.
Another nod from the Emperor of Asshattery. “Yes, hands are a crucial element in the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset kissing protocol.”
“Oh, so it’s a protocol?” she asked as if they were discussing the weather.
Crap city! Was she making small talk now, on Jordan’s lap?
“Yes, like I’m sure the Own the Eights method employs,” he replied.
“Yes, all the protocols when it comes to kissing. I mean, all the un-superficial protocols.”
Was un-superficial a word? The trifecta shook their heads. Gah!
“Sure, that sounds entirely in line with your blog’s vibe,” he offered.
A slice of silence stretched between them as they watched each other the way one would observe an alien species.
“You should probably let go of my butt,” she said with a little grin, then wiped the expression off her face. Who the hell smiles when they ask someone to release their ass?
His hands shot up into the air as if he were under arrest. “Jesus! Of course!”
Without the support of his big, strong hands holding her up, because God help her, they were big, and they were strong, she fell back and hit the steering wheel, bumping the horn and sending another chorus of beeps into the…
Parking lot?
“Where are we?” she asked, craning her head. There wasn’t a lot of maneuverability straddling a large man in the front seat of a luxury SUV.
“We’re at an organic market.”
