Jordan’s Deliverance by Tiffany Monique Read Free Book Online

hundred miles from her side.
    “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
    Jordan raised her head and stared at the screen, her eyes at a seductive half-mast.
    “Hmm, yes, much better. So when will you be home again?” she asked, cupping her breasts slowly before recovering them with the delicate lace.
    “Ninety minutes. I’m checking out now. Don’t reopen. You’ll just be wasting valuable energy I’m going to drain from you later. See you soon, Lovely Viper.”
    There was nothing Riordan could do about Jordan’s past, but he could be here for her present.
    Her passionate nature was beginning to come through. Regardless of the fears she still held, he was going to be there to be the recipient of what he knew would be a beautiful awakening.
    Fifteen minutes later, he dropped the hammer on the Jag in a wonderful impression of Thor and made his way through Maryland into DC proper like the hounds of hell chased him. As aggressive as he wanted to be, he knew this important step had to be something she controlled, that she manipulated. He could give her that. He would still get what he wanted and along with that he would gain something even more valuable. Her trust.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Riordan stood still as a statue. His hands were clasped behind his back, his well-defined chest jutting forward. Feet shoulder-width apart, breathing deeply and evenly, he looked like an obedient soldier awaiting Jordan’s orders. Every few seconds a stream of sunlight would pass through the bamboo blinds and highlight his strong jaw or golden head. Jordan ran her hands over his rounded shoulders and laid her head on his chest.
    “Thank you,” she whispered softly, laying a butterfly kiss on his shoulder, “for coming to my house where I feel more at ease.”
    “You could have asked me to meet you on the steps of the Capitol Building for all I cared, sweetheart. I just knew I couldn’t stay away any longer. Are you sure you are okay with my suggestion? I know it may be unorthodox for you, but it may help you. Anytime you need to stop, talk to me, tell me what makes you so apprehensive, I will be unable to do anything but listen.” Technically that was not true. Binding him with silken ties was a necessary illusion. He would never purposely let anyone leave him defenseless, especially with his woman nearby, even herself.
    She stepped away from his warm body, returned a moment later, and wrapped the long, white, silk scarf around his wrists in a figure eight motion. He made a quick attempt to pull the ties apart and stopped.
    “Good,” he said in a voice she almost didn’t recognize. “Comfortable but not easily broken.”
    “Riordan, if this is going to make you uncomf—” Jordan began.
    “Oh, my Lovely Viper, nothing you do to me would make me uncomfortable. If it makes you feel at ease, it’s my pleasure to do this. Now continue,” he commanded.
    Jordan was a taken aback by his deep, gravelly voice. She felt like she was the one being controlled by his voice alone. Only this wasn’t scary, and it was more than a pleasurable. It was almost freeing. He had given her the control to be as vulnerable, wicked, demure, or demanding as she wanted. She stood back and thought about all the wonderful things she could do to her own personal Viking without fear. It was so liberating she did something she had been tempted to do since she’d seen him all those months ago. She swept her warm, wet tongue over his pectoral muscle and bit the firm muscle like a peach. She felt his shaft jump in response against her belly. She popped him on his hip and chuckled.
    “You said you weren’t moving. Behave.”
    Riordan smirked and made his thick shaft bounce once more before replying with a very serious, “Yes, ma’am.”
    Jordan couldn’t help but laugh at the little bit of silliness he let slip through during a rather intense situation. It relaxed her and reminded her that her silly Viking was hidden there under all that intimidating muscle and