Ian had to force the smile, but he gave one nonetheless. “I take it you don’t want me to leave anymore?”
“I never have,” Jordan told him. “Not since day one.”
Be it lie or truth, the admission made Ian’s heart jump. He completed Jordan’s movement and brought their mouths together. Without a minute’s delay, Jordan’s fingers began to work Ian’s belt open. “I need you,” Jordan whispered when Ian caught his eyes. “Please?”
“We don’t have to do this—”
“I want to,” Jordan insisted. “I want to feel you. Let’s stop thinking and just feel, okay?”
There was no way Ian could deny that request. He stripped Jordan’s pants with the same desperation that Jordan did to his. While pants slipped off Jordan’s slim hips and pooled at his ankles, Ian’s were pressed back and down. “Step out,” Ian directed, helping Jordan keep his balance as he kicked away the clothing and the moment Jordan was free, Ian reached around him, scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen table. “How strong is this?”