Chapter 25：The Need

"Sweets-please stop worrying! I'll be fine okay," Jordan reassured his wife for the umpteenth time, "Besides you will be right with me on the stage-isn't that enough?" he chuckled and cupped her face. She tried to focus on his hypnotic blue eyes instead of his enticing well-toned body. He had just stepped out of the shower with a towel loosely tied around his waist; smelling so fresh and looking too sexy. His golden locks were still dripping with water that slid slowly down his neck and coursed down his chest. She had never been so turned on by him as she was at this moment. He could literally make her do anything right now and she would be more than willing to oblige.

"Alright, alright," she said weakly when she remembered that they were supposed to be having an argument, "but if I feel that you are straining yourself then I will be forced to do something about it," she was biting her bottom lip.

"Gees sweets! You're beginning to sound like a typical nagging wife!" Jordan laughed and she broke out of his embrace. Lana couldn't get over his laugh. He looked so young and carefree. His beautiful features really stood out whenever he was happy; which was very rare.

"Cut it out Carter," she swatted his arm and folded her arms.

"I'm just teasing Bambi," he pulled her closer and kissed her softly. Unable to resist him as usual, her lips melted into his and they became one. The kiss ignited something in them and it went from being a mere spark to an uncontrollable inferno. Without breaking contact, Jordan lifted her and gently placed her on the bed. Her hands were deeply buried in his hair; his hands were tracing every contour of her body. Their bodies fit perfectly together and they were lost in each other. Caught up in a world of their own where only two of them existed and their need for each other was the main purpose of their existence.

"I need you, Lana," Jordan whispered as he pleaded with his intense arctic eyes that bored into her very soul. She could see the need in them and she needed him almost as much as he needed her. He turned up the music on the iPod when she silently gave her consent with a silent nod. He was sure that things were about to get a bit loud and more heated.

He was bound to lose control once he got a taste of her because he had wanted her from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She pulled him back to possess not only her lips but her mind, her body, and her heart.

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Jones checked his watch and noticed that Jordan would be late if they didn't leave soon. There was no sign of either him or Lana and by the sound of the extremely loud baby-making music streaming downstairs from their bedroom; he knew they were definitely not playing Karaoke.

Jones sighed as he made his way upstairs. He didn't want to disturb them but he had to. Nonetheless, he still felt bad. He raised his hand and pounded on the door and got no response until the third knock. The music was turned down considerably and Jones could hear movement.

"Go away, Jones! We're almost ready," Jordan called out.

"Don't let me come back again," Jones called, "you have exactly one hour to get ready," he said before turning to leave.

"I wish we didn't have to go," Jordan groaned as he brushed his lips on Lana's neck.

"The show must go on Carter," she pulled the covers over her exposed body and sat up.

"Do you regret it?" Jordan asked as he furrowed his brows.

"Neither do I," his face broke into a smile, "I just wish I could do you all day.." his skilled hands started to move again.

"Jordan.." Lana gasped as his lips found her weak spot.

"I love it when you say my name like that..it makes me want to take you over and over again.." he trailed her body with feather-light kisses and once again she was at his mercy.

Jones checked his watch again and shook his head. It's a good thing he told them they had exactly an hour to get ready instead on two hours. He knew they would disregard his warning. He stood outside the door and pounded on it once again. The door flew open and Jordan stood there fully dressed but cussing him with his arctic orbs.

"That scowl on your face tells me that you're happy to see me," Jones grinned, "it's a good thing you're ready though..where is that dangerously gorgeous wife of yours?" he peered over Jordan's shoulder.

"She's almost done," his face softened, "can we go and talk downstairs?"

"So what's on your mind?" Jones sank onto a nearby couch and stretched out his long legs.

"Did you make doubly sure that security will keep Preston out? I don't want him anywhere near the stadium," Jordan stressed.

"Yeah, I did. We got everything covered. It's under control okay?" Jones reassured him, "if you can step outside, you will see that we have beefed up the security around you as well."

"Good," Jordan nodded and ran back up the stairs.

"I didn't know what to wear so.." Lana shrugged as Jordan gave her a once over. She was dressed in full white- ripped jeans, t-shirt and matching Converse sneakers.

"You look, good baby..you always do," Jordan stepped forward, "except there's one little problem," he undid her messy bun and her beautiful, lush hair came tumbling down her back, "I prefer your hair like this," he kissed her nose and smiled.

"If it pleases the master," Lana bowed her head and they laughed.

"Let's get out of here before the master throws you back on that bed," Jordan jerked his head towards the bed.

"Not if I do it first.." she purred as she traced her finger suggestively down his chest. With that, she exited the room without another word.

Jordan stood there gulping down his own drool; every fiber of his being on fire...