Everything about being here with Jordan was diametrically
opposed to what Curtisโ clan stood for. She repulsed him.
Fascinated him. She was his enemy. Now, maybe his ally. Did
she hold the key to saving his clan?
There was no way for him to explain or to prepare Jordanโor
himselfโfor what he was about to do. Not only did he need
the element of surprise, he didnโt want to give either of
them a chance to talk themselves out of it.
โWell?โ She planted one hand on her hip and waved the other
impatiently. โWhat do you think about what I said?โ
โJust . . . Ah, stand still.โ What sheโd told him, the way
he saw it, gave him an opportunity to find a definitive
answer. And that was his M.O., definitive answers. So, heโd
do what he had to do to help his clan.
She was filthy dirty, and he wasnโt much better, since itโd
been three days since heโd seen a shower. He figured they
were evenly matched there. Writing off the thudding of his
heart to nerves and lack of sleep, in one lightning quick
move, he hauled her against him.
Understanding flashed in her eyes and her bottom lip curled
in what most certainly was defiance. And maybe fear? Before
he lost his nerve, he closed his mouth over hers.
Soft. That was the first sensation that leapt into his
mind. For an instant, her lips remained motionless beneath
his, then yielded, pliant, shocking him. Thrilling him.
Up to now, nothing about this woman had been pliant. Skinny
as she was, the subtle curves of her breasts, the angles of
her hips molded themselves to his body. His breath hitched,
and his erection swelled in his jeans. Thoughts of
stripping her bare, wrapping her legs around his waist and
burying himself inside her where they stood possessed him.
Sweet gods.
A low moan stirred in her throat, further arousing him. His
mouth a breath from hers, the taste of her lingering on his
lips, she clutched his wrist. And, jerking away from him,
she reared back and punched him in the stomach.
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