Chapter 19
Kitt
Jordy was going to be the death of me. Watching him sit there across from me at the table, wearing a robe that barely fit him, I felt like I was dying.
Surely, this is what death felt like. He was so close with nothing but air between us, not even clothes with how much skin he was showing, but I couldn’t touch him.
This whole situation was way too stressful.
We’d literally been dodging bullets just last night.
Sex should be the last thing on my mind.
Yet, when I looked up from my plate, I noticed the top of his robe slipping down slightly over his shoulder, and I had to resist the urge to slap myself.
I had more control than this. I wasn’t some horny frat boy ready to hump anything that would sit still long enough.
We didn’t talk much as we ate. I’d taken my best guess at what I thought Jordy would like, and I was glad to see that I’d been right as he enjoyed his meal.
My own dinner, however, I barely paid attention to.
If you asked me five minutes later, I wouldn’t even be able to recall what I’d eaten, my attention was so riveted elsewhere.
It was toward the end of the meal, which I barely remembered eating, that Jordy looked up and met my eye.
He still didn’t say anything, but there was something in his expression and the way he shifted so that his robe fell a little further off his shoulder, that made everything perfectly clear to me.
The little minx was doing this on purpose.
Here I was struggling valiantly to be a gentleman and control myself, while he was shamelessly trying to seduce me.
Well, if that’s how it was going to be, then game on.
When he finished, Jordy slid his plate aside to brace his elbows on the table and lean closer, pillowing his head on his arms in a way that was probably meant to look cute.
He was right. It was.
“So…” He let the word hang on his tongue for a moment like he was debating over his words, even though I was certain he knew exactly what he wanted to say.
“I was thinking. Since we’ll be going after Grace Calderon on our own, that’ll be pretty dangerous, right.
There’s a good chance one of us could get hurt, or worse. ”
Okay. Maybe I wasn’t so sure where this conversation was going.
Pushing my own plate aside—which was still half full but there was no point to it since I’d barely tasted a bite—I gave him my full focused attention.
“I won’t lie. Yes, it will be dangerous. I understand if you’re having second thoughts.”
Jordy quickly shook his head.
“Oh, no I’m not having second thoughts. It’s actually kinda exciting. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a life-or-death situation, but this time, instead of just fighting to survive, I get to fight to actually make things better.”
He talked about risking his life so casually. There was even a little spark in his voice, like a child eagerly talking about anticipated Christmas presents.
With his delicate looks and cheerful personality, it was easy to mistake Jordy for someone frail and in need of protection.
Hell, I knew everything the man had been through, there was an itemized list of the abuses he’d suffered sitting inside my briefcase that very moment, and even I sometimes forgot exactly how much he had survived.
I did not need to explain to him the dangers of what we were about to face. He understood them better than anyone.
If anything, he might be the one who’d have to coach me through it.
“Okay. So, if you’re not having second thoughts, then what are you thinking about?”
“Sex,” he said, with a definite nod.
It was a good thing I’d already finished eating, because if I’d had anything in my mouth at that moment, I probably would have spit it out. I thought I was pretty liberal when it came to sexuality, but I don’t think I’d ever just blurted out the word so matter-of-factly before.
If Jordy noticed my surprise, he didn’t mention it as he continued to explain just as abruptly as he’d started the conversation.
“I’ve never enjoyed sex before. That never bothered me until now.
I always had bigger things to figure out.
However, going after Grace Calderon will be dangerous, and there’s a chance I may not survive it.
I hate the idea of dying before I’ve had a chance to enjoy something that everyone else seems to enjoy so much.
This may not be the best time, but it’s the last opportunity I could have. ”
The smile he turned on me was angelic, but I knew better than to use that word to describe him.
“So, want to help me out?”
I stared at him, subtly adjusting the buttons on my shirt to get a little more airflow against my suddenly heated skin. “No pressure, right.”
His smile twisted at the corners, turning his angelic expression just a little bit devilish.
“Oh, you seem like a man who works well under pressure.”
Something stirred against my leg, and it didn’t take me long to realize what it was. Jordy never so much as twitched as he slowly slid his bare foot up the inseam of my trousers.
I held my breath, taking control of my patience and willing myself not to react.
At first, I thought he would stop at my knee, but I underestimated the reach of his long legs.
His foot skipped right past my knee and slipped between my legs.
The ball of his foot pressed against my growing arousal with the deadly accuracy of an Olympian archer, hitting his target dead center despite everything being hidden under the table.
The sudden friction of my own zipper pushing against my rapidly filling cock sent an electric jolt of pleasure straight to my brain. I flinched and clamped my legs around his foot to stop its motion.
That was it. A man’s patience could only be tested so far.
In one decisive motion, I slid back my chair and stood from the table. Jordy just watched me as I approached him, victory lighting up his blue eyes. He knew he’d won. It hadn’t even been a competition. I was never going to refuse him.
But maybe I could still find a way to turn the tables.
When I stood in front of him, I held out my hand like I was offering to help him out of his chair.
He accepted it, clutching his too-small robe to his body with his other hand as he stood.
The moment he got his feet under him, however, I yanked him toward me and dipped to throw him bodily over my shoulder in a fireman carry.
“Hey,” he shouted as he pounded his fists against my back while his legs dangled in front of me. “You brute. Put me down.”
As he flailed, I kept him steady by wrapping one arm around his waist while my other arm pinned his legs in place.
The short robe already left his legs bare, but in this position, it rode up even higher so that nearly his entire ass was exposed as well.
I couldn’t resist pinching the tender flesh at the crease where ass and thigh met, and the pounding on my back stopped as Jordy yelped in surprise.
Even though Jordy was smaller than me, the body of a grown man was still a significant weight, and I appreciated the strength of my own physique as I turned and strode for the bedroom. Every hour I’d put in at the gym was worth it now that I was able to carry him without too much effort.
“You said I perform under pressure,” I said as I kicked the bedroom door open. “Well, this is me performing.”
Jordy ramped up his struggling, nearly kicking me in the chest. I would have worried that my rough handling was actually distressing him, if it wasn’t for the laughter I could hear him fighting to suppress.
“I said I wanted sex. I did not ask to be... despoiled.”
Carefully bending down, I flipped Jordy back over so that he landed squarely on the mattress, then crawled overtop of him. My knees bracketed his hips, and my hands planted next to his head so that I surrounded him on all sides.
“Despoiled?”
He just shrugged.
“I read it in a romance novel.”
I buried my face against his neck, pressing kisses against the skin there that still retained some heat from his shower. “What else did you read?”
“Well, —ah,” he gasped when I bit his throat. “The heroine was really concerned about getting pregnant. I don’t think that’s a problem for us, although we should still use something. Do you think they have condoms here? The bathroom had plenty of other supplies?”
I relinquished his throat to glance around the room. Knowing the full-service nature of this hotel, there probably were condoms stashed away somewhere. If he wanted, I could go find them, but I’d never been fond of them.
“Wait here,” I said, tapping his bare leg, which was hooked around my waist. “I have a better idea.”
Stepping away from the bed for a moment, I quickly retrieved my phone before rejoining him.
“What’s this?” he asked when I showed him the screen.
“My most recent medical records.”
He glanced between the screen and my face a few times, eyes wide with shock.
“And you just... just carry this around with you?”
It was my turn to shrug.
“I prefer to be prepared.”
“Of course you do.” With a sigh, he let my phone slip from his fingers, and threw his arm over his eyes. “Well, that’s great for you, but I’m not that prepared. I can promise you, I’m clean, but I don’t have any proof to show you.”
My phone had done its job, so after storing it safely on one of the nightstands, I reclaimed my place overtop of him. “No need. I already know.”
He gripped my shoulders, and stopped me before I could press my face against his neck again. “You do? How?”
“The recovery center you were at required regular health check-ups, and I’ve seen all that paperwork. Your last one was just a few weeks ago. Between the two of us, you’re more up to date than I am.”