Natural Born Daddy. Sherryl Woods

      “Oh, Jordan,” she murmured on another sigh as he gathered her close and deepened the kiss until she was swimming in a whirlpool of sensation.

      In her wildest imagination she hadn’t known, hadn’t even guessed at the joy a mere kiss could bring. This was Jordan, though, the man she’d always believed to be her other half. If she had known his touch would really be like this, she would have fought for him long ago. She wouldn’t have waited, patient and silent, for him to wake up and notice her. She would have overcome her shyness, shoved aside all of her fears of rejection and tried to seduce him.

      If only she were more than a means to an end, if only he really, truly loved her, she would say yes to him in a heartbeat, if only to guarantee that incredibly rare moments like this would never end.

      When at last he released her, Jordan looked almost as dazed as she felt. His hands lingered on her face as if he couldn’t bear to break the contact.

      “Was that a yes?” he asked.

      Kelly listened to her heart and heard yes repeated over and over. Her head, though, was louder. “No,” she said with more regret than she’d ever felt about anything she’d ever done.

      “But…”

      She touched a finger to his lips. “Don’t argue. This isn’t about all the clearheaded, rational arguments you can mount. It’s not about bullying me until you get your way.”

      Jordan looked as lost as if she’d been talking about astrophysics. “What, then?”

      “Think about it,” she advised him, hiding a grin at his confusion. “I’m sure it will come to you eventually.”

      Now that he’d really, truly kissed her, now that she knew the first faint stirrings of all the passionate possibilities in his arms, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to bear it if it didn’t.