still she didn’t move.
Aleksei couldn’t stand much more of this. His steely determination to remain still was rapidly disintegrating. His need to touch her, everywhere, was becoming perilously close to overwhelming. He flexed his hands at his sides in an effort to release some of the tension surging through his body. “Jordan?” he questioned softly, deeply.
Finally she spoke. “Yes?” she whispered her voice husky and unsteady, a warm caress against his neck. Still she remained perfectly still.
“Can you move?”
“I think so…but I’m not sure.”
Aleksei rolled his eyes in frustration; his hands desperate to touch her resumed their frantic flexing. “What do you mean you’re not sure?” he asked, his frustration deepening his voice yet another notch.
“I mean I’m not sure!” she hissed softly, a gentle moan escaping her parted lips when his hands finally could resist no longer and came to rest on the outside of her rib cage, his thumbs settling perilously close to her breasts.
“Then let me help you,” Aleksei offered, lifting her up and off him slightly, his breath catching as her legs tangled with his as he eased her to one side. Without thought he followed her until he found himself hovering over her, his spread legs entrapping hers, his elbows supporting his weight. Beneath him, she looked like a small child.
Jordan kept her eyes closed, afraid to look at him, unsure what she would see. She only knew she couldn’t bear to see amusement or disinterest. It was safer to keep her eyes closed, to keep her dreams to herself. Now was the time to regain control of her breathing and her pounding heart.
“Jordan.” The whispered word caressed her face, scattering all thoughts of regaining any sort of control. Slowly her eyes glided open to reveal the mysterious deep green of an enchanted forest.
Aleksei’s mind went blank, the earlier image picking up where it had left off, drawing him ever closer to Jordan’s flame.
“Dear God,” Aleksei gasped huskily, his body melting deeper into hers, one hand lifting to slide into her tangled, auburn curls.
Slowly he lowered his head toward hers, his lips parting slightly as his tongue wetted dry lips. Her own lips parted in answer as she watched his mouth slowly descend, holding her breath as she awaited the moment she would finally feel his full lips on hers. Time stood still, blood pounded through their veins; everything around them faded into an out of focus collage. Jordan lifted her chin slightly as Aleksei’s lips dropped the final distance to her awaiting mouth. Their breaths blended, their eyes held then drifted shut, their lips whispered together.
A door slammed loudly against the wall!
“Aleksei, it’s time to get that damn boat anchor removed. Off your ass, and out the door!” Whittaker bellowed, then turned around and left, the door slamming closed behind him.
Jordan and Aleksei broke apart instantly, Aleksei rolling off her, sitting up and placing his back to her. Jordan sat up, the mirror reflecting Aleksei’s stiff posture and her own wide-eyed countenance and ragged breathing. Jordan watched as Aleksei got easily to his feet, despite the full leg cast then turned to her and silently helped her to her feet. Without a word, Aleksei turned and limped from the room, silently acknowledging Jordan’s ‘good luck’ with a nod. The only outward sign of his frustration was the resounding sound as both doors he exited through slammed against the walls.
“I second that motion,” Jordan mumbled, then headed back toward the stair-master. Even a cold shower wouldn’t take care of the torrent of sexual frustration rushing through her now. Hopefully, sheer exhaustion would do the trick. “Come to mama,” she growled and punched in the settings on the machine. “Mt. Everest ought to do the trick!” she growled and proceeded to begin her climb.
* * * * *
Aleksei reclined casually on the examining table; his head resting on his
Aleksei couldn’t stand much more of this. His steely determination to remain still was rapidly disintegrating. His need to touch her, everywhere, was becoming perilously close to overwhelming. He flexed his hands at his sides in an effort to release some of the tension surging through his body. “Jordan?” he questioned softly, deeply.
Finally she spoke. “Yes?” she whispered her voice husky and unsteady, a warm caress against his neck. Still she remained perfectly still.
“Can you move?”
“I think so…but I’m not sure.”
Aleksei rolled his eyes in frustration; his hands desperate to touch her resumed their frantic flexing. “What do you mean you’re not sure?” he asked, his frustration deepening his voice yet another notch.
“I mean I’m not sure!” she hissed softly, a gentle moan escaping her parted lips when his hands finally could resist no longer and came to rest on the outside of her rib cage, his thumbs settling perilously close to her breasts.
“Then let me help you,” Aleksei offered, lifting her up and off him slightly, his breath catching as her legs tangled with his as he eased her to one side. Without thought he followed her until he found himself hovering over her, his spread legs entrapping hers, his elbows supporting his weight. Beneath him, she looked like a small child.
Jordan kept her eyes closed, afraid to look at him, unsure what she would see. She only knew she couldn’t bear to see amusement or disinterest. It was safer to keep her eyes closed, to keep her dreams to herself. Now was the time to regain control of her breathing and her pounding heart.
“Jordan.” The whispered word caressed her face, scattering all thoughts of regaining any sort of control. Slowly her eyes glided open to reveal the mysterious deep green of an enchanted forest.
Aleksei’s mind went blank, the earlier image picking up where it had left off, drawing him ever closer to Jordan’s flame.
“Dear God,” Aleksei gasped huskily, his body melting deeper into hers, one hand lifting to slide into her tangled, auburn curls.
Slowly he lowered his head toward hers, his lips parting slightly as his tongue wetted dry lips. Her own lips parted in answer as she watched his mouth slowly descend, holding her breath as she awaited the moment she would finally feel his full lips on hers. Time stood still, blood pounded through their veins; everything around them faded into an out of focus collage. Jordan lifted her chin slightly as Aleksei’s lips dropped the final distance to her awaiting mouth. Their breaths blended, their eyes held then drifted shut, their lips whispered together.
A door slammed loudly against the wall!
“Aleksei, it’s time to get that damn boat anchor removed. Off your ass, and out the door!” Whittaker bellowed, then turned around and left, the door slamming closed behind him.
Jordan and Aleksei broke apart instantly, Aleksei rolling off her, sitting up and placing his back to her. Jordan sat up, the mirror reflecting Aleksei’s stiff posture and her own wide-eyed countenance and ragged breathing. Jordan watched as Aleksei got easily to his feet, despite the full leg cast then turned to her and silently helped her to her feet. Without a word, Aleksei turned and limped from the room, silently acknowledging Jordan’s ‘good luck’ with a nod. The only outward sign of his frustration was the resounding sound as both doors he exited through slammed against the walls.
“I second that motion,” Jordan mumbled, then headed back toward the stair-master. Even a cold shower wouldn’t take care of the torrent of sexual frustration rushing through her now. Hopefully, sheer exhaustion would do the trick. “Come to mama,” she growled and punched in the settings on the machine. “Mt. Everest ought to do the trick!” she growled and proceeded to begin her climb.
* * * * *
Aleksei reclined casually on the examining table; his head resting on his
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