Chapter 15
Jordy
This was either the dumbest thing I’d ever done, or the bravest. It would entirely depend on the outcome.
After leaving Clay to enjoy his private time with Logan, I spent a few hours mentally preparing myself. That mostly consisted of pacing back and forth in my own cottage, muttering encouragements to myself and practicing my breathing exercises.
Afternoon rolled into evening. I snuck a sandwich from the bunker’s kitchen area and took a long, relaxing shower. By that point, the lighting of the faux sky had shifted from day to night, throwing the entire bunker into a moody ambiance.
Using the darker lighting to my advantage, I snuck over to Kitt’s cottage.
The outside of the bunker had been built for safety, but the inside had been designed for luxury, so none of the individual cottages were locked.
This came in handy, because I was easily able to slip inside without a single locked door getting in my way.
While I’d been pacing in my own cottage, I’d kept an eye on the comings and goings of everyone else.
I hadn’t seen Kitt return to his cottage yet, and I was happy to see I was right.
The cottage was empty, and no one stopped me as I made myself comfortable sprawled out on his bed.
Then I waited.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.
About five minutes later—though it felt like an eternity—the door opened and Kitt walked in.
He didn’t see me at first, too busy reviewing the papers he held in his hand.
It would be incredibly embarrassing if he walked right by without noticing me, not to mention a blow to my ego, so I subtly shifted on the bed, hoping to catch his attention.
It worked.
He looked up from his paperwork, clearly irritated at the interruption, but that irritation dropped from his face when he got a good look at me.
“Jordy what... what are you doing?” His words were uncertain, but his gaze was firm as it traveled up and down my body.
Stuck here in the safe house, I didn’t have many options when it came to sexy clothing.
I’d chosen a pair of boxers made from a particularly clingy material, and a thin, black tank top that was a size too small and rode up to expose several inches of my midriff.
It was a humble outfit, but it showed off my body in a way that was unmistakably suggestive.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” I said as I slowly let one leg trail up against the other.
Despite being on the slightly shorter side, my legs were proportionally long and were probably my best assets. I’d always gotten compliments on them in the past, and based on the way Kitt watched the movement of my legs with an eagle eye, this time was no different.
“I know you said that nothing can happen between us because you’re the lawyer on this case, and I’m a witness.
But you’re not really my lawyer. Like, you’re not working for me.
I didn’t hire you. Besides, Logan is the lead investigator for this case, and he and Clay are literally dating.
If it’s not a problem for them, then I don’t see why we should have to wait. ”
Kitt took one step toward the bed, and for a moment, I thought I was about to get what I wanted. Then, however, he looked down at the papers in his hand.
“One moment,” he said, with the same casual air that me might dismiss a waiter at a restaurant who had arrived at his table too early. I didn’t even have time to argue before he stepped from the bedroom into another side-room that had been set up as a makeshift office.
With a groan, I flopped back on the bed and ran my hands over my face.
The man was as infuriating as he was attractive. He was back in that three-piece suit, not a hair out of place, and seemingly untouchable.
It was ridiculous. The bunker’s laundry facility was rudimentary at best, and definitely didn’t have the necessary supplies to take care of a suit that I was certain was made of silk. And Kitt had not just one, but several of these expensive outfits to maintain.
How was he always so perfectly put together when I could barely keep the wrinkles out of my own clothing?
A minute later, Kitt returned, this time without his paperwork, while adjusting his already perfect tie.
“Sorry, but I can’t risk misplacing those files. Now, what is it that you want from me?”
He stepped up next to the bed, close enough that I could touch him if I wanted. The sight of his tie, with its pristine Windsor knot, infuriated me.
Suddenly overcome with pettiness, I sat up and grabbed that perfect tie, using it to yank Kitt down and force him to bend at the waist so our faces were only inches apart.
“I want you to fuck me.”
The feel of the crude word escaping my lips brought a sense of satisfaction, which only doubled when I noticed the knot of his tie slip out of place.
“I want to know what it’s like to actually enjoy being with someone and not have to fake it. Everyone else gets to know that pleasure. Hell, Clay is probably enjoying it right now. So why can’t I?”
Kitt braced his hands on the bed to keep from falling over but made no other move to come closer. “I see. And how can I help with that?”
This time, I actually growled in frustration. Fisting my hands in the lapel of his suit, I smiled when I saw the way the fabric wrinkled as I pulled him down onto the bed.
Kitt even managed to fall gracefully. Instead of ending up in a tangled heap of limbs as I probably would have, he landed cleanly on his back right in the middle of the mattress. I took the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his waist as I leaned down and kissed him.
I’d also been the one to initiate our kiss in the gym, but it had been so spontaneous and unplanned that I couldn’t savor it. Just as I’d gotten over my shock of what I’d done, it had ended, and I’d been left with nothing but a pleasant memory.
This time, I intended to take it slow and thoroughly enjoy myself.
His mouth was softer than I remembered. Pliant lips easily molded to mine, sealing us together and opening just enough to invite me to deepen the kiss on my own.
I eagerly accepted the invitation and pressed my tongue into his mouth.
His own tongue was scorching against mine, and teasingly playful in a way I hadn’t expected.
It encouraged me to chase, drawing me deeper into the kiss until I was moaning against him.
Then, only when I was as committed to the kiss as I could possibly be, he pushed back.
His tongue slipped right past mine and invaded my mouth, dominating the kiss with fierce energy.
A shiver formed at the base of my skull and traveled down my spine, all the way to my toes and back up before forming a pool of liquid heat deep in my gut.
Arousal held me in its grip as though someone had reached right inside my brain with an iron hand and ripped control of my body away from me. I couldn’t stop myself from rutting against Kitt, desperately seeking some form of friction against my aching cock.
If Kitt noticed, he made no effort to stop me. His only response was to thread his fingers through my hair and tip his head to the side so he could kiss me even harder.
It felt like we kissed for hours but couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. I was panting so hard when we parted, one would have thought that we’d already had sex if it weren’t for the arousal between my legs that was clearly still unsatisfied.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I leaned my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath.
Kitt didn’t say a word except for a vague hum of agreement as he stroked his hand through my hair.
So that’s what a kiss was really supposed to feel like?
No wonder Clay had literally jumped into Logan’s arms for it. I probably would have, too, if I had something this pleasurable every day and then it was suddenly cut off.
As I waited for my senses to return to normal, I clung to Kitt’s shoulders for support.
The soft material of his suit slid over his firm muscles that easily supported my weight as I lay directly on top of him.
The man’s neat and tidy appearance really was misleading.
Under that polished exterior lay a secret powerhouse that most people would never know.
Wait a minute…
As I lay there feeling the strength of the body underneath me, realization dawned on me.
I sat up just enough to look Kitt in the eye with a suspicious gaze.
“That was too easy.”
I knew I was right when he didn’t ask what I meant and instead, just smiled at me.
Sitting up, I punched him in the shoulder.
“You- you- you—”
With each stuttered word I punched him again, but my blows had no more affect than if I’d hit him with a feather duster.
“You let me pull you down on purpose.”
Before I could punch him a fourth time, he caught my wrist. “No. I’m afraid I really don’t know what it is you want from me. Please. Continue demonstrating.”
With my right hand trapped, I reared back to hit him with my left instead. Yet, before I could even make contact, Kitt caught that wrist as well.
Using nothing but the strength of his legs and hips, he completely flipped us on the bed, so I was suddenly pinned beneath him.
It was a familiar position. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d been restrained in such a way.
Yet, for the first time, the flutter of my heartbeat wasn’t out of fear or an anticipation of pain.
I didn’t have to fake my excitement as I wrapped my legs around his waist to let our bodies rub together.
At first, it left me confused.
How could something so similar to the abuse I’d experienced in the past feel so different?
However, as I looked up into Kitt’s eyes, which stared down at me with a strange mix of concern and desire, I quickly realized the answer.
Before, whenever someone pinned me down, their strength always felt like a cage trapping me in place. In contrast, Kitt’s strength was like a wall shielding me from the rest of the world.