Brooke relaxed against him, the brush of her legs against his dragging her back under his spell.
His hands roved over her with unmistakable impatience. “I’m not much for circus tights, anyhow. So other than the trapeze?”
“Pretty much anything goes as long as it’s comfortable.” Although she did remember one chapter in her What to Expect book that had interesting possibilities. “As the baby grows, I will need to use inventive positions.”
“Inventive positions with me, you mean.”
“Possessive, aren’t you?”
He stayed silent, his face solemn for three slow blinking seconds before he smiled deep creases into his face. “Let’s get back to those inventive positions.”
“I’m not that large yet.”
“We could always practice now.”
Practice for later? Assuming they would still be together and having sex when her pregnancy advanced to that stage months from now. The intimate, vulnerable image sent a shiver through her.
“You’re sexy now,” he whispered against her ear and nipped her diamond stud between his teeth. “You’ll be even more so then because it’s my baby you’re carrying.”
“You’re a smooth talker.” She backed him toward the bed, brushing against the unmistakable reaction to her nakedness.
“I mean what I say.” He closed his eyes briefly as she continued to skim against him, his throat moving in a long, slow swallow. “It doesn’t pay to be caught in a lie.”
“But you leave out parts of the truth.”
“Then, I guess you will have to ask the right questions.”
Just what she wanted to hear. She flattened her hand to his chest. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
“What do you think?” He stared down at her with eyes blue-flame hot.
“Answer, please.” Yes, she wanted, needed the words.
“I’ve wanted your hands on me every damn second of every day since you left me in that hotel bed over five months ago.”
He couldn’t be much clearer than that. She wondered if there had been other women since then, but given his propensity for honesty, she wasn’t sure she could handle the answer.
“Nobody but you since that night.” His hands slid into her hair and tipped her face to his where she could see the honesty of his words.
She tried not to show how much that meant to her, tried not to let it mean so much to her. “Are you a mind reader, too?”
“Not a mind reader, but fairly good at judging expressions.” His fingers traced down her spine. “A boardroom necessity.”
“Remind me not to play cards with you.” But back to the more pressing questions for the moment, something that seemed all the more urgent with his hands curved to her bottom. “Do you want my hand higher while I kiss you…or lower?”
“See if you can read my expression.”
It seemed she had fairly astute expression-reading skills herself. Brooke arched up on her toes to press her lips to his while skimming her fingers down, down, down until they skimmed the heavy hard length of his arousal.
No question, he wanted her.
Her senses seemed more finely tuned than ever before, her awareness sharply honed. Any apprehensions she may have had about baring her pregnant body to his gaze evaporated under the obvious heat and passion of his attention.
His tongue dipped and swooped through her mouth while he made swift work of his shirt buttons and flung the garment away, quickly bringing them flush against each other. Flesh meeting flesh.
She sighed. The sweet abrasion of his bristly hair brought her br**sts to tight peaks of near unbearable pleasure until she couldn’t stop herself from wriggling against him. Wanting more. Already craving release.
“Patience, Brooke. Patience.”
Damn it all. She was the most patient, calm person on the planet. If she wanted something now she deserved to have it.
Jordan trailed a finger down her spine until he reached the top on her bikini panties resting just below the slight bulge of her stomach.
She stopped her caress and reached around to clamp his wrist. “I’m not getting fully naked until you lose more clothes.”
He grinned. “What a hardship.” Jordan spread his arms wide. “Have your way with me, woman.”
Brooke unbuckled his belt and slid the leather free slowly, deliberately, then giving the length a shake and snap that echoed through the room.
Jordan ’s eyes widened. “My quiet one has even more fire than I knew.”
Laughing, she tossed away his belt and grabbed hold of his pants. She tugged him forward and nipped his collarbone, while opening his zipper fly. “Still interested in talking?”
“Uh, not so much.”
“Thought so.” She slipped her hands into his pants and shoved them down and off in a deft sweep that left him gloriously naked. “Now don’t move until I tell you.”
Finally, finally she could touch him again and she let herself. Let her fingers, just the tips, glide over him along his chest, arms, wrists and hands.
His muscles rippled from the restraint of standing still when she could see clearly in his eyes that he wanted to leap forward. Tanned, defined abs begged for her attention and she obeyed, then surveying lower, lingering.
She remembered well the feel of wrapping her legs around his solid thighs, then inching higher to dig in her heels. She adored the feel of those strong and powerful legs and worked her way back up again until her palms cupped his hips, and she stood face-to-face with him.
What new things would they try tonight?
She saw his biceps contract for action a split second before he scooped her up into his arms again. Brooke squeaked. “Stop! You really should stop carting me around this way. I’m too heavy.”
“Not even close.” He carried her past the settee over to the sprawling bed and gently settled her into the middle of the puffy comforter.
“My turn,” he growled, and before she could answer—not that she could find words at the moment—his mouth closed over her breast.
Slowly, torturously so, he began his journey over her body, a trek that mirrored her exploration of his, except he kissed, licked, sipped his way over her heated skin and sensitive crooks until her fists twisted in the sheets. Until muttered pleas whispered on panting sighs.
Jordan grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath her hips, offering the perfect angle to compensate for the gentle swell of her stomach. He slid over her, bracing his weight on his elbows and stared into her eyes, his heat pressing, waiting.