I told you before you could not escape," he whispered
hotly.
He held her firmly against the wall, his body pressed
against hers.
Jordan knew he spoke the truth, but not the truth as he
believed it. It was the truth as she knew it. How could
she escape from Fox? And how could her children ever
depend on her again if she couldn't fight to get to them?
She couldn't hold even a trembling dagger to Fox.
Uselessness, frustration, and helplessness all welled up
inside her, spinning and churning until Jordan couldn't
keep her feelings inside. Warm tears slipped from her eyes
and dripped onto her cheeks, and her body trembled with a
sob.
Fox placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face
to his, studying it for an eternal moment in which Jordan
fought hard to bury her feelings. She lifted her chin
slightly, waiting for his scorn, waiting for his berating
words.
But when the silence stretched on, she lifted her gaze
to his. She was unprepared for the tenderness she saw in
those blue depths. He lifted a finger to trace the path of
one of her tears. Then he pulled his hand away from her,
slowly rubbing the tear in his fingers, staring at the
glistening drop for a moment.
His blue eyes seemed confused, and a slight scowl marred
his brow as he continued to inspect the tear on his
fingertip. Then he looked at her again and his gaze swept
every inch of her face. A warmth spread throughout her
body that suddenly brought her senses to life, sharpening
them. The muscles in his strong chest pressed against her
breasts. The power in his thighs crushed against her. And
something dangerous stirred inside her; something powerful
threatened to engulf her.
Her vision dropped to his lips, lips that were so
sensual, so entrancing. Lips that were slowly moving
closer and closer.
Jordan didn't fight him; she wanted to feel his kiss.
She wanted the intoxicating feeling rushing through her
body to grow. His kiss would only make the dangerously
delicious sensation run wild inside of her.
And then his lips closed over hers, a startlingly gentle
caress, a warm, wet brush of his lips. But with that
simple touch, exhilaration filled Jordan's body. It was
unlike anything she had ever felt, tender and warm, but
filled with a fiery spice all the same.
Then his tongue touched her lips, gently sliding along
the length of her mouth, caressing, coaxing. She felt a
jolt igniting its way through her entire body from the tips
of her hair to the edges of her toes. She gasped against
his lips and he dropped his hands to the small of her back,
pulling her closer to him as he delved into the recesses of
her mouth.
Jordan felt herself being swept away by the emotions
raging through her. Her world was spinning on its axis,
and she had to cling to Fox as if he were the only thing
keeping her from falling. But the tighter she clung, the
greater the waters seemed to swirl about her.
"I won't let you go, Jordan," he whispered against her
lips. "Not this time."