Free Counselor Undone by Lisa Rayne

advance, and she continued her slow
backstep until the wall of the elevator interrupted her retreat. Michael’s eyes
focused on her mouth. He reached for her and slid his thumb across her bottom
lip. Jordis closed her eyes against the influx of arousal coursing through her.
    “Michael,” she whispered before she opened her eyes, “this
isn’t a good idea.”
    “I know,” he replied right before he touched his mouth to
hers.
    Jordis stilled herself, bracing for a forceful, passionate
kiss, but Michael took her mouth nice and slow. His gentle lips tested,
searched. The unexpected tenderness short-circuited her defenses. Unprepared
for the sweetness of his mouth or the seductive current flowing from the
fingertips he brushed along her neck and jaw, she melted.
    When he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, it felt
like the most natural thing in the world for her to open to him. He murmured
softly in response. A distance thud signaled he’d dropped their briefcases. She
wrapped her arms around his neck without conscious thought. He accepted her
embrace as an invitation to take the kiss deeper and his exploration further.
    The hand at her jawline slid down her neck and kept
southbound until his palm slid inside her jacket to rub a beaded nipple through
her blouse. Michael’s other hand slid around her waist to rest at the small of
her back. He pulled her hips tight against him. Heat pooled between Jordis’s
thighs and simmered under her skin. She had the sudden urge to remove her
jacket . . . and her blouse . . . and everything else to release the blaze
engulfing her. More importantly, she had an urge to remove the jacket, shirt
and—oh, yeah—just about everything else off Mr. Future Managing
Partner to see if he looked half as good without his clothes as he did in them.
    Michael must have been thinking along similar lines because
a sudden burst of cool air blew across her chest. He’d undone the top two
buttons of her blouse without her noticing. Where his hand played along the
curve of breast displayed above her demi bra, her skin flared hot. Everywhere
else, she had goose bumps.
    She moaned. His manhood went from semi-erect to rock hard
instantly. He broke their kiss, emitting a sound between a growl and a groan,
and transferred his touch from her breast to the wall above her head. The hand
at her back slid to rest on the side of her waist. The relaxed hold removed her
core from direct contact with his arousal, but she knew his physical state.
She’d felt the evidence of his virility the instant it rose.
    Michael looked into her eyes, fighting some battle with
himself. She stared back at him, knowing she could halt the ardor happening
between them with one word. Yet, that word wouldn’t come to her lips. She came
to the uncomfortable realization a part of her didn’t want the encounter to
stop.
    * * *
    Michael watched as Jordis’s eye color shifted to a deep
forest green and her pupils dilated. Her lips parted a half second later, and
the thoughts he’d been warring with fled his mind. He pressed himself against
her, bending his knees slightly so his shaft fit in that perfect spot at the
juncture of her thighs. He rested there, relishing the feel of her against him.
He wanted her desperately. The sexual current between them sparked intense,
volatile, but he wanted more from her than just sex. He wished he could absorb
her through his skin until he knew her completely inside and out.
    He’d watched her all week. Sharp and always on point when
analyzing a legal issue, her intelligence made the outer package that much more
attractive. She always appeared to be in a good mood, her behavior surprisingly
courteous and polite to everyone including the support and janitorial staff,
but she accepted no foolishness or disrespect.
    The interesting dichotomy of the woman fascinated him. Add
to that her sensitivity in putting the needs of a down-on-her-luck single mom
ahead of her drive to bill hours or whatever