A Lot like Love (FBI/US Attorney #2)(58)

He followed her. “Yes, you do. It could be relevant to the undercover op.”

Jordan whirled around. “Oh, blow your undercover op out your ass. I didn’t ask any questions when your ex-girlfriend waltzed into my store and told me about the numerous women you’ve screwed. And how you don’t give a damn about any of them because you don’t do relationships. So the same rule goes for you: no questions. Which means that if I want to have drinks with Cal Kittredge, or any other man, that’s my business, not yours.”

She put her hands on Nick’s chest and shoved. Take that.

He didn’t budge.

Instead, his hand clamped down on her wrist and he pulled her closer. “The hell it isn’t,” he growled. “I’m making it my business.”

His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her. His hand swept to the back of her head as he claimed her lips, rough and possessive. Jordan was pissed off and fired up, and she grabbed his sweater to push him away, but . . .

God, yes.

Instead of pushing, she clutched his sweater and pulled him close. He kissed her until she was breathless, then pulled back and peered down at her with blazing green eyes.

“There. See if the douchebag can kiss you like that,” he rasped, his tone both angry and satisfied.

Jordan’s cheeks flushed hot, flamed by fury. “I bet there are plenty of douchebags around who can kiss me like that.”

“Then I’ll have to work harder to stand out from the crowd.” Nick grabbed her again.

They slammed against the brick wall next to a shelf of wine bins. Nick’s mouth slid down to her neck, and Jordan felt as though her legs melted right there. She had to stifle a moan when his stubbled jaw scraped against her skin.

Rough. Just like she’d imagined it.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured against his ear. “I don’t even like you seventy-five percent of the time.”

His voice was a silky, hot caress. “But what do you think about the other twenty-five percent?” Not waiting for an answer, his hands slid up the front of her shirt and gripped the collar. He pulled impatiently, and the first button popped open. Then the second.

He pushed back and took in her now exposed bra. His eyes moved to her face and he heatedly held her gaze. He popped open the third button while she watched.

“You could tell me to stop,” he said huskily.

Yes, she could.

When she remained silent, he yanked harder and popped open the fourth and last buttons at the same time. She felt the rush of cool air against her heated skin as he captured her mouth with his. While his tongue swirled around hers, he pulled down one of the cups of her bra, groaning deep in his chest when her breast spilled free.

“Nick,” she breathed.

He lowered his head and teased one of her ni**les with his tongue. She threaded her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the thick, soft layers.

He yanked down the other cup of her bra, so that both of her br**sts were pushed up for his mouth. He groaned when she arched forward eagerly against the brick wall. “God, Jordan, you are so f**king hot.”

For you, she nearly blurted out. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes when his tongue twirled around the peaked tip of her other breast. He slid one of his hands up her thigh, underneath her skirt, and her body trembled with anticipation. He nipped the tight bud of her nipple at the same moment he slid his hand into her panties and cupped her. She gasped, overloaded by the sensation.

He slid a finger inside her and moved it in and out in a deliciously slow motion. He added another finger, then brushed his thumb against her clit, teasing her until her legs were shaking.

“Do you want this?” His lips swept over hers as he continued the exquisite torture with his fingers. “I want to hear you say it. No more games, no more sarcasm. Just the truth.”

She didn’t need to think—she already knew the truth. Maybe she was a fool to keep going in spite of everything Lisa had said about Nick. But she’d have to be a bigger fool to let some stranger’s jealous words dictate how she led her life. She’d make her own decisions about Nick—and have no one to blame but herself for the consequences.

She pulled back to meet his eyes. “Take me home.”

Something happened.

She saw it on his face—his expression softened. The tough exterior, the walls, the mask he wore as an undercover agent melted away, leaving just him. He said her name and kissed her again, and she met his mouth eagerly. No holding back now, they peeled away from the wall and made their way to the back room.

Nick held her face in his hands, his gaze hot and possessive. “If I take you home, I’m staying. All night.”

Jordan nodded. “And I expect lots of dirty words.”

He laughed, then stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Seriously, Rhodes. They broke the mold with you.”

She smiled as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. Melinda and Corinne were right—she did like the way he said her last name.

Her cell phone rang from the back room. Which she ignored, of course.

But when the store phone rang next, she felt Nick go still.

“Ignore it,” Jordan said in a throaty voice. “Let me grab my coat and we’ll be out of here.”

The store phone stopped ringing. Her cell phone started up again.

Nick swore, shaking his head furiously. “I can’t believe I did this. I cannot believe I f**king did this.” He peered down at her, suddenly very serious. “You need to answer your phone, Jordan.”