He smiled but didn’t stop dancing.
“You make a really good cowboy.” She took the Stetson off her head and placed it on his. “We should do this again some time. I haven’t had this much fun in ages.”
“I doubt that. You’re a walking ball of fun. It seems to just follow you around.”
“Did you have fun?”
He tightened his arms around her. “Was it not apparent?”
He kissed her and even though they’d been doing it all night, she still felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She pulled back and looked up at him, that mushy feeling building inside her. His soft brown eyes, his sexy bottom lip, his cute little smile. He was mesmerizing. “I really like you, Tyler Evans.”
His smile widened and he brushed a few rain drops off her cheek. “I’m quite fond of you too, Jordan.”
A laugh hiccupped out of her. “Fond? Isn’t that a funny word?Fond.I’m quitefondof you too, Jordan.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No. Why would I do that?”
“I’m sure I heard a distinct mocking tone.”
She smiled. “I’m sure you are mistaken.”
The familiarity of those words took her mind back through time. From their first dinner to this moment so much had changed. The exact event he had adamantly stated was not a date was the very event that led to them…dating. They were sort of together now. Well, not sort of. She was excited to take the next step, excited to see what lay on the other side of the boss-accountant relationship.
A car pulled up beside them and Tyler stepped back to open the door for her. The drive back home was fairly quiet and his demeanor became a little more awkward as he walked her to the door.
“Goodnight, Jordan.” He seemed hesitant as his head dipped to place a chaste kiss on her lips. At least it was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but as soon as her lips parted, he groaned and pushed her up against the door. The smell of alcohol on his breath was intoxicating. She lifted one leg around his waist and his hand slid up her thigh, his breathing becoming a little heavier.
“Do you want to come inside?” she whispered. “Pick up where we left off?
“I do.” He dropped his forehead against hers. “But I’m not going to.”
She rubbed herself against him. “You sure?”
He gripped her hips and stilled the movement. “You’re so drunk, Jordan…and I don’t—”
“I wanted you before I was drunk.”
“Not like this.” His fingers pressed harder into her hips. Restraint seemed to be a little painful for him. “I promise, when the time is right, I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to you. But that’s gonna happen when both of us are sober.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile. She knew him well enough to know that was a lie. It was just a gut feeling, but she doubted Tyler’s lovemaking would be…sweet. Tonight, however, she wasn’t going to find out. She dropped her leg and pouted her lips with disappointment. “You know, you don’t always have to be the good guy.”
She gave him a quick kiss before she opened the door and went inside. Walking straight to the kitchen, she switched on the kettle. She needed a strong cup of coffee, a hot shower and then she was going to pass out and sleep until noon. She waited for the water to boil, made her coffee and sat down at the small wooden table to enjoy it. What a night. Her ears were still zinging from the loud music. Her head had stopped spinning but she was still very inebriated.
Fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. When she opened it, she found him leaning with his forearm against the doorframe. He seemed pensive, like he’d been thinking long and hard about whether he was actually going to knock. The look in his eyes alone had heat pulsing through her. It was the look of man who only had one thing on his mind.
“Mister Evans, you’re looking at me like you want something.”
He smirked. “You know I do.”
He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, his mouth claiming hers, fervent and impatient. It all happened so fast. The door was kicked shut. Her legs were lifted up around his waist and the next thing she knew she was slammed up against the wall. She winced, relishing in the pain, the pleasure. It was all the same to her. He kept her pinned in place with his hips and his hands began exploring. One moving up and under her skirt, the other unbuttoning her shirt before sliding beneath her bra.
Alcohol and desire were a very dangerous combination. She was hot and dizzy and desperate for more.
He carried her to her bedroom and in that short distance, his belt was undone, his jeans were unzipped and his shirt was unbuttoned. Her hands were fast and eager. He stopped at her bedroom door and unwound her long legs from his waist. She took a step back and his hands went a little above his head to clasp the top of the doorframe.
“Off,” he ordered, his eyes hinting to her clothes. “All of it off.”
