Kelly stood up. ‘Then I’m going.’ She bent to kiss her father gently on the cheek.
Jordan stood up too. ‘Don’t think this conversation is over, it’s far from that, but we’ll continue it at a more—convenient time.’ His last words were in the form of a warning.
Her head went back challengingly. ‘I’ll look forward to it. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’
‘Kelly…’ he stopped her as she reached the door.
‘Yes?’ She turned to look at him, her breath catching in her throat at his blatant masculinity, the sexual magnetism he emitted without any visible effort on his part. He was thirty-nine now, and Kelly didn’t doubt that he would still be lean and attractive in twenty or thirty years’ time.
‘Didn’t you forget something?’ he asked softly.
She looked down at her handbag, the only thing she had brought with her. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ she frowned.
‘I happen to think that you did.’ He came slowly towards her, a look of determination in his face.
Kelly started to back away, not liking that look at all. There was a definite air of threat about him. ‘Wh-what do you want?’
‘What do you think?’ he drawled, reaching out and pulling her slowly into his arms.
‘No…’ she had time to cry before his mouth claimed hers.
It was as if she were fainting, everything starting to spin, the only reality Jordan and the firm strength of his body. He crushed her to him, every bone in her body seeming to snap with the fierceness of him. His mouth ravaged hers into submission, kissing her like a man in a desert must grasp at a glass of sparklingly clear water.
Kelly’s hands clung to his shoulders, her body bent like a reed to the hard demand of his. It was like she remembered it being, the mad excitement that made her quiver, the inability to do anything other than kiss him back, standing on tiptoe to more than meet the response he demanded.
Suddenly his mouth gentled on hers, tasting her lips as if they were nectar, holding her head immobile by his hands in the silky softness of her hair, finding the sensitive nerve in her nape, groaning his satisfaction as she trembled against him. Jordan knew her body better than she knew it herself, knew everything that gave her pleasure—and he hadn’t forgotten a single thing!
Kelly’s sensibility returned to her with effort, and she wrenched away from him, breathing heavily as she gazed up at him with wide apprehensive eyes.
His hair was ruffled, a slight flush to his hard cheeks. ‘You’ll have to get some more meat on you before I do that again,’ he drawled, straightening his tie. ‘It’s like holding a sack of bones in my arms.’
Her eyes burned with a fierce anger. ‘Then don’t hold me! I would prefer for you never to touch me again.’
‘Can’t be done, I’m afraid,’ Jordan told her calmly. ‘You see, I like touching you, kissing you, I always did.’
‘Me, and a hundred other women!’
His mouth twisted. ‘There don’t happen to be a hundred other women here at the moment.’
‘Then wait until you get back to the hotel and pay Janet a visit!’ She closed the door decisively behind her as she left.
‘Ah, Mrs Lord,’ the young Sister who had been helping with the care of Kelly’s father smiled at her as they met in the corridor. ‘Your father is improving all the time.’
‘Yes,’ Kelly gave a jerky smile. ‘Jordan—my husband is with him now.’
‘Ah yes,’ the smile the other woman gave indicated that she had already met Jordan—and liked what she had seen. ‘You must be relieved that you were at last able to contact him so that he could come home and be with you.’
So that was the story Jordan had given them! ‘Yes.?
? There was no point in disputing what he had told them.
‘He’s in with your father now, you said?’
‘Yes,’ Kelly confirmed.
‘I’ll take him in a cup of tea, shall I?’
‘He would like that. Thank you.’ Kelly gave a tight smile. Yes, Jordan would like that very much. This young Sister, Sister A. Fellows it said on her plastic name-plate, was a honey-blonde, and her uniform showed what a perfect figure she had, her legs long and shapely. Just Jordan’s type. It seemed to be that wherever she went there were women who were just his type!