Twin Seduction

“If last night was a fantasy, aren’t you the least bit curious to find out what the reality would be like?”

She’d been right about the challenge of arguing with him. The real problem was that she wasn’t even sure she believed in her side of the argument. She was curious. And his mouth was so close. She was pretty sure she felt her brain cells shutting down. “I…can’t think.”

“Good. Maddie and Gregory aren’t here. Let’s not either of us think for a while.”

This time when his mouth took hers, it wasn’t a caress. It was a demand. Passion flared as immediate and urgent as it had been during the night. If she’d thought that she’d exaggerated the experience in her mind, she was wrong. If anything, what she was feeling now was sharper and much more intense. Her pulse had never hammered this hard. And her body had never ached this desperately. His flavors, rich and dark, exploded on her tongue, and she wrapped her arms around him, demanding more.

Knowing that the wide windows allowed them no privacy, Cash lifted Jordan in his arms and strode toward the nearest bedroom. Everything she’d said had made sense. The woman had a real way with words, and he was developing a keen admiration for the way her mind worked. Under ordinary circumstances, he was a cautious man himself. He didn’t start up casual relationships. Perhaps last night they’d both been caught up in a fantasy of sorts.

And thanks to the damn will, things were complicated. But what he was feeling wasn’t rational. He wasn’t sure that it was even controllable.

He wanted her, and she wanted him. In fact, the urgency that he tasted as her mouth moved on his had him nearly stumbling as he stepped inside the bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him, he turned and steadied them both against it.

He wasn’t going to take her to the bed. Not yet. He didn’t want any lingering memories of the night before clouding what they were going to do now. As he set her on her feet, their lips parted and she slid down his body. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder. But he did.

Fingers fumbling, they worked together to get her out of T-shirt, bra, boots and jeans. The panties came last. He took one step back as she hooked her fingers into the lace waistband, pushed them down over her hips. The instant she kicked the panties away, he stepped forward, trapping her against the door. His eyes stayed on hers as he took his hands on a slow journey from her hips upward to the sides of her breasts, her throat. Finally, he framed her face with his hands. “Say my name.”

“Cash. Say mine.”

“Jordan.”

5

AS IF THEIR EXCHANGE of names were a signal, Cash closed his hands around her hips and lifted her. She felt the brand of each long finger burn her skin. She wrapped her legs around him, arching into his hard length.

Desperation had built so quickly on the short walk to the bedroom. Hadn’t she just told him that she wasn’t like this? She’d never before plunged into a risky sexual relationship with a man. But no wasn’t a word she could seem to summon up—not when there was such raw heat in his lips and certainly not when there was such a wildfire of need in her own body.She struggled to hold him close when he pressed her roughly back against the wall.

“Now.” She arched against him again.

“In a…minute.” Using his weight to keep her in position against the door, he gripped her thighs and eased her back a bit.

She heard the rasp of a zipper. Oh.

His knuckles brushed between her legs as he unfastened his jeans and let them drop. Her breath stopped when that last physical barrier between them had been removed. But it seemed to take him forever to toe off his boots and step out of his jeans. Finally, the head of his penis was pressing against her, so hard, so hot. So close.

The sensations careening through her intensified. No one had ever made her feel this way.

Now. Right now. She wasn’t sure if she said the words or thought them.

He gripped her waist, adjusting his position. Then he eased his support and let her sink onto him. As she took him in, inch by searing inch, the enormous pressure sent whirls of pleasure arrowing through her. Desperate for even more of him, she arched. He shoved her back against the door and thrust into her fully.

He began to move then, his rhythm fast, right on the edge of violent. She welcomed the speed and met him thrust for thrust until the climax ripped through her. Once again, he let her body drop. She hadn’t thought she could take any more of him, but incredibly she did as he pushed into her a final time and found his own release. A second orgasm, even stronger and longer than the first shot through her.

Afterward, she clung to him. The room was silent except for the sound of ragged breaths being dragged in and released. She couldn’t distinguish which was his, which was hers. He kept her braced against the door, and as her head cleared, Jordan figured that it was as much for his own balance as hers. The darkness in the room was broken only by the thin shafts of sunlight slipping through the edges of the drapes. As the moments spun away, she decided that she could be content to stay this way for a very long time.

What was it about this man that he could make her feel wildly desperate one minute and sweetly comforted the next? She was going to have to figure it out.

It was Cash who moved first. He tightened his grip on her. Then with one arm around her back and the other under her bottom, he carried her to the bed. He was still inside of her when he lowered her and settled himself on top of her.

And he was still hard.

Using all the energy she had at her command, she opened her eyes, and what she saw in his had the fever building in her once more.

“Again,” he murmured in her ear. “You’d think that would have done it, but I want you again.”

She could feel the proof of that as he hardened inside of her. Heat built once again to wildfire proportions. “Me, too.”

He began to move, pushing in and pulling out. His rhythm was slower this time, but no less compelling. As the need began to build between them, she wrapped her legs around his and dug her fingers into his butt to pull him closer, deeper. Gradually, the speed built as they rode each other, moving as one until they both shattered.

Afterward, he rolled off of her, then slid an arm beneath her to pull her close. For a while neither of them spoke. Her hand rested on his chest and she could feel the gradual slowing of his heartbeat. Cash Landry was a man who was comfortable with long silences. She never was.

“It seems I was wrong,” she finally said.

“About what?”

“I thought that I wasn’t the woman you were with last night. It seems I was. I am.”

“I can’t be anything but grateful for that.”

“Me, either. I guess.”

He tilted her chin up then so she had to meet his eyes. “You guess?”

She frowned a little. “Well, we’re going to have to figure out what to do about this—about what’s happened between us.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I vote for just enjoying it.”

“I suppose we could do that. For the three weeks I’m here. As long as the ground rules are clear.”

“Ground rules?”

Something in his tone had a ripple of unease moving through her. But surely, he had to understand. “Cash, we come from different worlds. At the end of three weeks, I’m going back to New York and Maddie’s coming here. Whatever it is that we have will end then.”

His eyes had that intent look again. “Why talk about the end when whatever we have is just beginning?”

“Because I like to know where I’m going. I need to know. I’m where I am today because I developed a plan and followed through on it to the letter. Can you understand that?”

“Life isn’t as predictable on a ranch. Things happen that you can’t foresee. The price of cattle goes up and down. A hard winter can make it difficult for the herds to find enough to eat. A dry spring can cut back on the water supply. I’m used to rolling with the punches and coming up with solutions on the spur of the moment.”

“Well, we could think of our…relationship…as rolling with the punches, I suppose. As long as we agree that at the end of three weeks, we can roll with ending things between us. That way, we don’t have expectations that might hurt us.”

“What if the punch rolls us in a different direction?”

“It won’t. My mother’s business is very important to me, and I’m needed in New York, especially now that she’s…not there. I have to see that her legacy lives on.”

When Cash said nothing, Jordan’s frown deepened. “I’m not going to get you to agree to anything, am I?”

He lifted the hand that was pressed against his chest and brushed his mouth over it. “I certainly agree that we should enjoy each other as long as you’re here.”

“And the rest?”

“Why don’t we agree to disagree on the ending part?”

She studied him for a moment. There was just a hint of recklessness in his eyes—something that she hadn’t seen before. And damn it, she was attracted by it. She was suddenly struck by the realization that no matter what they agreed to, this man was trouble for her. Hadn’t he already made her discover things about herself that she’d never known before? “I’m glad you’re not a client of mine.”