Chapter 21

While one hand could not be stopped from finding Jordan’s hip and drawing Jordan even closer, Ian was able to control the other. Up Jordan’s spine in a featherlike brush and to the back of Jordan’s neck, he sought Jordan’s lips while he gripped without pressure. Temple, cheekbone, jaw, each was offered the same servitude—the press of lips and the tip of tongue.

Jordan’s skin was hot, and it was clean, and smooth. And no matter how often Ian told himself to stop trying, he couldn’t stop his mouth from seeking yet again.

Jordan rose just before Ian met his lips.

Ian frowned. “Stop trying so hard not to get attached to me. Are you really that sure that kissing me is going to be so overwhelmingly heart-stealing that you have to fight me off that strongly?”

“Shut up.” Jordan increased both movement and pressure.

Ian groaned and told his mind to ignore his cock’s insistence for a moment longer. “You know it’s too late, don’t you? You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already—”