Counselor Undone by Lisa Rayne Page A

odd tremor rolled through him at the thought of h er uniquely familiar moan when she’d pulled him against her center. She’d taken
him to a place he’d been before. Why? What was there about this woman that
stirred him so?
    He rubbed both hands down his face. His still semi-firm
erection throbbed with a need for release he suspected could only be found
between those long, long legs of hers. When he’d admired those legs as she'd
lowered herself into her car, he’d appreciated the golden hue of her light
caramel skin.
    His head snapped up.
    New Year’s night, he’d admired the second Juliet’s tan, her golden tan. He hadn’t considered that
her color might be natural instead of sun-induced. “Ah, hell.” The words burst
from him as he flopped back against the seat. “It is her.”
    He let the knowledge wash over him, unsure what to do with
his certainty.
    All this time, he’d been looking for Juliet, and she’d been
right under his nose. Chase had called it. Jordis Morgan shook him up in ways a
colleague—or any woman for that matter—hadn’t in a long time. Until
his midnight run-in with the mystery woman a couple of weeks ago, he couldn’t
remember experiencing an instant emotional draw to a woman. Instant sexual
attraction? Sure. He’d been there and done that. He handled instant hormonal
urges easily. He did what came naturally and forgot about it, and the woman,
once he’d slaked his need.
    Unfortunately, what he felt now went beyond mere biological
appetency and therein lay the problem. The instant emotional attraction he’d
experienced on New Year’s Eve hadn’t been a fluke. Jordis was his mystery
woman, and her emotional pull on him tugged stronger than ever.
    Why on earth did these stirrings have to arise for a woman
who worked at the firm? Life had taught him the dangers of that. He could be
setting himself up for a shakedown.
    What would she want? Would she vie for key case assignments
or guaranteed partnership? Or, would she maneuver covertly for a more permanent
setup, perhaps one that came with eighteen-plus years of child support
payments?
    She came across as a straight shooter. She didn’t seem the
type to play games, but he had to wonder with which head he’d formed that opinion.
    Of course, the question of whether she “did white guys” had
yet to be answered. He hadn’t been able to hear if Vivian had gotten any
additional information on that query. Wondering if she had a racial preference
didn’t disturb him as much. This second hurdle, if it existed, didn’t seem
insurmountable. He wouldn’t mind being Ms. Morgan’s first. She certainly hadn’t
responded to his kiss as if she’d been concerned about anything other than the
feel of his tongue inside her mouth.
    A wicked smile on his lips, he leaned forward and
started his car. The dashboard lit up and displayed that over twenty minutes
had passed since they’d said goodbye and, of course, Jordis hadn’t called. He
wondered which would explode first, their battle of wills or the sexual time
bomb they’d ignited with that kiss in the elevator. Whatever happened between
them, he doubted either one of them would be able to “just forget” what had
transpired tonight.
    Now, he had to figure out what to do about it.

Chapter 6
    Jordis pushed into her Northland loft apartment and tossed
her keys onto the entry table. Her heart pounded in her chest. Without turning
on the lights, she let her tote slide to the floor and pressed her forehead
against the closed door.
    What had she done?
    She’d let Michael Remington kiss her. Worse, she’d kissed
him back.
    It was that damn cologne he wore. The scent had taunted her
from the moment he’d approached her three days ago and had continued to draw
her under his spell with their every encounter. For days, she’d been fighting
an attraction she didn’t want to feel. After tonight, the situation had
escalated to a whole new level.
    Never in her life had she lost herself like that