Page 29 of Stella's Christmas Rescue
“Not with my blood relatives. Not really. But I’m still tight with a lot of the guys from the Special Forces. They’re my brothers.”
I nod. “Family is important. They lift you up when you’re down.”
“They do. That’s part of why Wes knew he could depend on me. We’re family.” He stands back next to me and looks at the tree.
“I’m sorry I was so mad at Wes, but you understand, right?”
“Not a problem. I get it. Do you want to put the star on?”
“Yes,” I take the silver shiny star from the package and reach for the top. “I can’t get it. Here, you’re tall enough.” Hesmiles but doesn’t take it. Instead, he gets behind me. I giggle nervously, “What are you doing?”
“Just let me. Arms up.” He grabs me by my hips, and I squeak in surprise. Then, Jordan lifts me up. I can’t believe he’s doing this, but itismore fun than a ladder. I place the star on top, and he gently sets me to my feet right in front of him. “There we go.”
I have no urge to move away from him. He smells like the outdoors and his body feels like comfort. Jordan oozes sex and safety, and I just want to be wrapped up in that. I turn around and I’m face to chest with him. I look up in those dark brown eyes. I am drawn into them.
Jordan stares back. He asks, “What is it?”
“When I’m with you, it’s the only time I get to talk about my life from before. And it’s the only time I’m not constantly thinking about the windows and doors, I’m finally not thinking about whether I can use a lamp for a weapon, and worrying about every possible angle for someone to get to me, and I?—"
He kisses me. And my mind goes completely blank. Until a surge of longing lifts my hands around his neck. Jordan pulls back, “Wait, wait.”
“What?” my brain is fuzzy.
“I don’t think this is what you want.”
“What’re you talking about?”
He takes a deep breath, like it pains him to say the words, “Your hair is up, no makeup…you’re dressed like you’re not trying to impress me.”
“I’m just…” Damn, he’s smart. Why’s he gotta be smart? “I’m not?—"
“You failed, by the way.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“You failed at trying not to impress me, Stella. Your glasses, the no makeup thing…you’re even more gorgeous like this. Youlook more like yourself, and you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I launch myself up at him, pulling him down to my lips. This time, he wraps me in his arms, just like I wanted. As we kiss, I jump and hug my legs around his muscular body. He supports me by grabbing my ass. Then, Jordan turns and sets me onto the couch. He kneels on the floor between my legs, while I hitch my skirt up. He unzips my boots, and they hit the floor. Oh hell, the tights. I whisper, “Let me get these off.”
“Let me help,” he says.
I nod, and when I shimmy, he pulls. Tights are so clumsy to remove, and by the end of it, I almost smack him, and we get the giggles. Then, he kisses me again, as he pulls my panties off. His tongue gives me shivers, while his thick fingers walk up my inner thighs and between them. I purr into his mouth when he finds my clit.
My hips jump and twitch, while he plays with me. He hasn’t found my rhythm, so I search for his. It’s almost too much, but then Jordan stops and pulls away. I pant, “What?—"
He yanks my body to the edge of the couch, so my hips are almost off it. My skirt rolls up in the motion. I yip in shock, before he spreads my legs open, tosses my legs over his shoulders, and licks all over me. I gasp, “Oh my god!”
He moans as he tastes me there. His tongue feathers around my clit up, down, and side to side, until my hips try to meet him. Oh god, he’s found my spot. I close my eyes, lost to the sensation. Then, his strong arms strap around my legs and hold me in position.
My fingers weave into his brown hair, and when I get close, they tighten. My legs shake in his arms. I whine, “God, I’m so close!”
“Mm, hmm,” he groans against me. He doesn’t change pace—he perfectly stays on target.
I release his hair, for fear I might pull it out. I grip the edge of the couch instead. My blood soars through me, and I gasp, right before I come on his mouth. I ache in orgasmic tremors afterward, and Jordan leans up and kisses me. He whispers against my lips, “You taste incredible.”
“You’re amazing,” I pant. I reach between us for his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?”
