Page 37 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“How about everything with the bookshop? Did you get things all squared away?” he asked.
She nodded. “Becca’s able to step up, and a couple of the part-timers said they could take on more hours. Oh, and Talya, remember her? She’s the high school student who’s volunteering in the children’s area. She said she could handle the story times for me.”
A wolfish twist graced Jordan’s lips. “It looks like we’re ready for boot camp, baby. But I do have a bookkeeping question. Can you come with me to your office?”
“Maureen’s not here,” she replied, trying to read this man.
“We don’t need Maureen for this,” he answered.
Georgie signaled to Becca that she was going into the back as Jordan followed behind.
“What was the question?” she asked as she heard the door to the snug space close and lock before Jordan pressed her back against the door.
“I’ve wanted to do this all damned day,” he breathed, peppering her neck with kisses.
With all the engagement excitement, they hadn’t even kissed since he’d proposed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He smelled good, freshly showered, his skin still warm from the heated spray of water. She closed her eyes and inhaled the clean, earthy scent of his soap and imagined all those rivulets of water trailing down his cut abs and his muscled forearms.
“We shouldn’t do this. We’re on the no fornication protocol,” she whispered on a sigh, but it didn’t stop her from tilting her head to give him more access.
“This isn’t fornicating. I looked it up. Fornication is consensual sexual intercourse. This is simply a guy making his fiancée come hard.”
Holy hell!
He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss and lifted her into his arms. With her back against the door, Jordan’s hard length pressed between her thighs.
“Georgiana, you smell so good,” he breathed, digging his fingertips into the flesh of her ass as he ran his tongue across the seam of her lips.
“It’s the scented dryer sheets,” she said on a dreamy sigh.
Not the sexiest of replies, but it had been a long day.
Averylong day.
She wrapped her legs around him and tightened her grip. Everything about this man’s touch set her on fire.
“Have you been a naughty librarian this afternoon?” he whispered against the shell of her ear, and a delicious shiver cartwheeled down her spine.
Sweet Lord! The man could dirty talk.
“I organized a few shelves, then snuck a copy of theKama Sutrain with the self-improvement books.”
“You are one bad, bad girl. But I’ll say this. That book did wonders for us,” he answered.
“The best kind of stress relief,” she purred, remembering how they’d used that excuse the first time they’d slept together.
“All the stress relief,” he repeated on a sexy chuckle.
Jordan released her, setting her feet onto the floor before turning her away from him. Her back pressed to his hard torso as she craned her head to meet his kiss. His hand eased past the band of her skirt, and his fingers dipped into her panties. She lifted her arms and arched her back, giving him complete access to her body. He found her tight bundle of nerves and worked her in perfect little circles that had her gasping for breath within seconds.
“Do you like that?” he growled.
“You know I do,” she panted.
He continued his magic between her legs as his other hand slid beneath her shirt and found her left breast. She pressed her hands to the door, steadying herself as Jordan’s hard length rubbed against her ass as she rocked against him. With each brush of his thumb over her tight nipple and every stroke of his fingertips across her most sensitive place, the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter until she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
“I know you’re close,” he said on a low, sexy rumble.
