FlakJacket by A Nichols Page A

couldn’t wait to have her. His hands moved lower on her abdomen, beneath the sleep pants and underneath the band of her panties, his hand moving on her.
    “Looking for something?” she teased.
    “I don’t want it to escape.” His mouth punctuated his statement with small kisses on her breasts. “I can’t stay away from you.” He kissed her soft lips, and she opened like a flower under him; he immediately grew hard. His arms wound slowly around her body, pulling her in closer. His lips caressed her eyes and the corners of her mouth as he whispered, “I want you, Madison.”
    She was taken with the hot look in his eyes. “I know.” Her small hand now slipped beneath the band of his jeans to find him. His breath caught sharply as she added coyly: “I can tell. You have on too many clothes, so let’s see what I can do about that.” He felt the snap give on his jeans, and the zipper lower slowly. His hands now rested on her bare hips with only her T-shirt and lounge pants between them. “I think I’d like to take this to the bedroom,” she whispered into his mouth.
    “That could be arranged.” They made it to the bed in a flurry of thrown items of clothing, soft moans, and ragged breathing. He couldn’t get enough of her, running his tongue down her chest to her stomach where he proceeded to kiss a path across her. Then he moved lower to her delighted gasp. She pulled on his hair as she called out his name as his mouth and hands brought her body to a sexual peak. He stood and covered her body with his own, his hands lifting her backside into his body separating her legs, finding her wet and ready. His fingers teased for seconds, but he could no longer wait. He covered himself and thrust in deeply, hearing her gasp, stilling to allow her adjust to his size. Her hands clutched him to her body, her nails scratching his back in unbridled pleasure. She was so very full—of him.
    “Jordan. What you do to me.” She bit his ear hard.
    “The feeling is mutual.” Witch . It was all going too quickly, but he couldn’t slow down. He began a steady movement, using her body as if it were his own personal property. He felt her tense beneath him, and he slowed.
    “Jordan.” Her tone voiced her displeasure. She pushed him to move and create the friction she sought. He leaned his head down and blew on her sex, his fingers manipulating her, causing her passion to rise even more. “Jordan.” Now it was a plea. His head came back up her body to bite at her breasts before he began the steady drive into her again. The tension between them rose, and she convulsed around him. He, too, tensed in the lower part of his body and then exploded, feeling a flooding surge. He was lost in her body, out of control, and Jordan was never out of control. He clutched her to him, his mouth pressed softly on hers. Then there was the aftermath of warm euphoria, and he felt his feelings for her expand to fill him. Her body was his—come hell or high water— she was his.
    Jordan was uncomfortable in his bulletproof vest. They were on the plane heading for Virginia and a speaking engagement. She was reviewing her notes, and he was watching her mind at work. She chewed her lip as she did so. He was getting far better attuned to what she was feeling, and she seemed very relaxed right now. Two of his men were waiting to pick them up at the airport. He pulled at his tie; it was strangling him. His phone chimed.
    “Hey Flak Jacket, we got protesters here at the venue. They look like the set up ones; someone wants to show that Miss Madison isn’t welcome here.”
    Jordan glanced at her. “Find another entrance for us. I don’t want her going through that mess.” He hung up. Now he would have to begin to find out who was behind this negative press for her. He picked up his phone again.
    “Hey Gus. Get hold of one of the protesters, pretend to be a friend of the cause and find out who hired them if you can.”
    “Will do, boss. I’ll let you