There was an elephant in the room and it was crushing them, its heavy weight settling on their shoulders. Both of them were only focused on one thing and it wasn’t Abby’s baby-daddy.
Eventually after twenty minutes, she turned to face him. “Hey, Tyler.”
“Yeah,” he answered, still not looking at her.
“You wanna make out?”
Yes! Yes! Hell, yes!…..No! What are you thinking? You’re alone with her. Bad things are going to happen.“Jordan, Eric is about to—”
“C’mon, I’ll even let you grope a boob.”
Did someone say boob?He was hard already. His brain couldn’t even find the words to respond to that.
“You asked for time,” she said. “And I tried to give it to you, but then you kissed me…” She slowly straddled his hips and his breathing quickened. “I’ve been giving you what you want, so how about you compromise a little and give me what I want?”
“But—”
“It’s not a marriage proposal, Tyler. People do this all the time. And if afterwards, you want to go back to…whatever the hell we have now, I’ll do it…but I just need to get you out of my system.” She stripped off her blouse.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, unable to peel his eyes off her breasts. She had the most incredible body, lean and curving in all the right places.
Keep it together, Tyler. Don’t lose control. Slow and easy.
“If memory serves me correctly, I was on two…so this is three for me.” She lowered her mouth to his and the first feel of her moist inner lip almost pushed him over the edge.
Restraint of that measure was painful. He needed to put some boundaries in place in his mind, give instructions to all body parts to stop this from going overboard. And if she kept kissing him like that, it was bound to go overboard.
Attention! This is unchartered territory and we must proceed with caution. We will explore this land. We will dine on the sweet taste of Jordan’s lips. We will experience the bountiful hills of Jordan’s breasts.We will travel along the smooth, silky terrain of her thighs. We will learn every curve of this woman. But no one– I repeat– NO one is allowed to visit V-town.
Yet even as he thought this, his fingers were creeping up her thighs.
That means you, Hands. Desist! Instructions clear? Everyone got the message? Okay.
He caught the back of her neck and slid his tongue between her teeth. Her bra came off next, eagerly tugged off her shoulders. His body sagged against the sofa and he was mesmerized for a few moments, taking in the sight of her. They were just…levitating before his eyes. “Yeah, Jordan,” he said with a naughty smirk. “I’m staring at your breasts again.”
Her giggle died on her lips as he took one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around it until she moaned. Fingers pressing hard into her back, he arched her forward and gave the same special attention to her other breast.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Four.” She kissed him again, raw and hungry. He found himself pulling back, afraid to get too lost in the moment.
Her mouth moved down his neck as her hand moved down his body. Slipping beneath the waistband of his running shorts, her fingers wrapped around him and they both groaned.
“I think this is too much cock for my hand,” she said.
A breathy chuckle left his lips. “You’ll manage.”
She smiled. “Five.”
Warm lips touched his again. Her hand began to move and he stiffened, his breathing becoming shallow. He gripped her ass with both hands, pressed her against him and rocked her hips back and forth in the same rhythm. A soft hand stroking beneath, enticing heat rubbing on top. It was too much. He was about to lose control. Actually, he was already losing control because this was an indirect violation of the rules he had just set for himself.
“Jordan.” He grabbed her hand, stilled her hips and put a stop to everything. “Just give me a second.”
He dropped his head back and allowed his breathing to slow, taking a minute to think. He needed to make a decision and he didn’t want it to be based on lust. He’d been stuck here since July, in limbo, in the doorway between past and present. This amazing woman was on top of him and there were always rules, always boundaries. He’d told her that strength or weakness would determine which way they tilt. And he was tired of being weak.
Always fighting the need to be around her. Always fighting the urge to kiss her. Pushing instead of pulling. Resisting insteadof embracing. Holding on instead of letting go. He knew deep down those old feelings were gone. There was nothing to hold onto anymore. It was time to shut that door. He was tired of fighting. It was time to raise that white flag and surrender, time to stop being weak, time to let go and just free-fall into the abyss of imperfect Jordan.
Man the hell up, Tyler.He exhaled another slow breath.Urgent recall! Ignore all instructions given.
He opened his eyes and she was staring at him apprehensively.
