I'M BARELY HOLDING onto my shit right now and it's less than twelve hours until training camp begins. When I saw the video of the guy shoving Jordan, I lost my cool. I would feel the same way if it happened to my mother or sisters. That's what sucks about Jordan thinking she can play football in the pros. While others will be finding a way to get her off the team, I'll be protecting her or at least trying my damnedest. This can't be happening. I have enough on my plate and she's one huge distraction I don't need.

There are so many things that haven't been thought through in this situation. I wasn't joking about her needing a psychologist. A team of bodyguards too.

I didn't miss my sister's antics during dinner either. The next time I go home I'm gluing all her car keys to the dresser in her room. I'm not too old to get my revenge. And Steph with her smug appraisal of my wandering eyes didn't help matters.

Damn, I want inside Jordan's pants so bad my cock is in permanent hard mode. Nothing about tonight's dinner with my mother and sisters looking on was easy. Only Ty gave me any slack.

Jordan must feel the attraction. I would almost swear it's a physical energy zapping back and forth between us. She gives very little away. The only positive is the side eye she occasionally throws at me. I wouldn't include it in my appraisal of the situation but she quickly looks away when I catch her. God, those lips of hers draw my gaze every other second.

The truck cab is quiet after she refused to agree to inform me if she has more trouble. I'm still hot enough about the situation that I don't even think to turn on music. We pull up to the hotel and thankfully the press is long gone. Doesn't matter. They're sneaky bastards and I'm not leaving this to chance. They'd have a field day with me dropping her off, so I drive around to the side of the hotel and park. I get out and walk around to open Jordan's door and help her down.

"Thank you for taking me to your family's home tonight and introducing me. I didn't mean to appear ungrateful during the drive." Her head's tilted back and her lips draw my attention like they always do.

"Where's your key?" I ask. She slips a key card out of her pocket. I nab it and grab her hand.

"What are you doing?" She pulls back slightly, but I have a firm grip and I give her a small jerk.

"I'm walking you to your room. Hurry," I add with another slight tug. "I don't trust that someone from the media isn't skulking in the bushes."

"Yeah and holding my hand will go over real well," she huffs.

"Then hurry, so we don't get caught." Her hand is soft. A woman's hand, not a football player's hand. I can't wrap my head around this woman being on my team.

She moves up beside me and keeps stride with my long legs. "You're entirely too bossy," she mutters.

I don't deny it. She met my family. If I weren't bossy, I'd never have survived my upbringing. I don't give up her key card as I guide her to the elevator. She gives a firm tug and I finally release her hand. She pushes the button for the ninth floor without looking at me. She's fidgety the entire ride up. I do my best not to stare at her lips again. Yeah, that's a fail. I unlock her door when she stops at her room. She quickly ducks beneath my arm and steps inside. I follow her in. The words "good night" are on my lips, I swear. Our eyes meet and slowly I lower my gaze to her pouty, begging to be kissed, sexy lips. The door closes behind me with a soft click and sexual tension fills the room. Jordan's expression is steamy and everything inside me hopes I'm reading her signals correctly.

"This is such a bad idea," I murmur as I pull her into my arms.

Her gorgeous lips halt a breath from mine. "It's a horrible idea," she responds breathlessly.

We stay like that for several seconds as I try to convince myself that I'll regret what's about to happen. I'm too damn old to be led around by my dick and I need to find some control. "Hell, just one taste," I whisper. I lower my mouth to hers and lick her lips in a slow, wet sweep. The taste goes straight to my cock and an electrical pulse charges to my balls, completely bypassing my brain. She's a cross between sex and the sweetest candy on the planet. It's the damn lipstick, must be.

I lift my right hand and slowly thread my fingers through her hair. I circle her waist with my left hand and pull her against the ache building in my cock. My fingers touch just a bit of bare, soft skin at her hip. Her hands clench my upper arms and she exhales when I stop licking her lips. I deepen the kiss, twirling my tongue as I gain entrance to the secrets she holds.

Her taste and scent fill meshe's fresh air, dirty sex, and-all Jordan. This attraction started the first moment I laid eyes on her. That's nothing new. There are plenty of women I'm attracted to at first glance. But this-what she's doing to me is new. I want to lose control with her and that's something I never do. This entire situation is screwed up and I'm about to make it worse.

I turn us so her back is to the door and I pull slightly away. Her lips are puffy and wet, smeared now with that damn pink lipstick. My thumb slides over the corner of her lips and I wipe a small bit away. I glance back into her eyes before the tip of her tongue pulls my attention lower. Her tongue travels slowly across her bottom lip before she bites it. I almost come in my fucking pants. My gaze flashes to hers. She has sleepy, sensual, bedroom eyes begging me to finish what I've started.

She starts to speak. I move my hand from her hair, cup her jaw, and run my thumb over her lips, stopping her. She licks the pad of my thumb. "You're such a bad girl," I growl. She bites my thumb, making me pull it away. Her lips draw mine again and her right leg moves up and she circles my hip. I grind against her so she feels exactly what she's doing to me. I'm barely able to break the kiss long enough to whisper, "I should have told you to wear a goddamn skirt."

"Do you have protection with you?" she whispers.

My heart hammers against my ribs. "Yes."