CHAPTER SEVEN
“Karli... I really don’t want to talk about this,” he said in a warning tone through clenched teeth.
“Too bad,” she said. “I deserve an answer to the question.”
“You want an answer?” Jordan growled.
“Yes,” Karli snapped.
She was totally shocked when he undid his seat belt, leaned her direction, and reached for her. He gently framed her face with his hands, paused for a moment, then leaned in to plant an ardent kiss on her mouth.
Her senses reeled at his touch, his feel, the way his lips were both urgent and gentle against hers, and she felt every sliver of emotion that Jordan poured into their contact.
“That’s why,” he murmured when the kiss finally ended. “That’s why, Karli.”
“But...I...” she stammered.
“I wanted you for myself,” Jordan spoke in a low tone, his word
