I don’t expect you to need this, seeing as you’ll be sequestered with a man who has a very real version, but in case the two of you can’t get your heads out of your asses, this should tide you over.
Have fun, babe. xo Nat
She shoved the card back inside the envelope and tossed it along with the sex toy and lube on the dresser and mentally cursed her cousin for planting the image of Jordan’s very real vibrator in her mind. If only it was an option. But the man had eluded her at every turn. She couldn’t figure him out.
Two nights ago, he’d kept his head between her legs until she was screaming his name, but hadn’t mentioned it again, aside from the pineapple quip.
Then again, she hadn’t mentioned it either. Neither of them had attempted a repeat.
If a stalker hadn’t lurked in her closet last night and Jordan had come over instead, would something have happened? Now that they were alone, would he make a move, or try to be gallant and give her space and privacy?
In the world she’d come from, where everyone always tried to take advantage of someone to get ahead, she wasn’tused to gallant people. She’d trusted her heart before and been made a mockery of.
Now she didn’t trust many men anymore. But Jordan—he’d been different with her from day one.
She rifled through the bag to find that Natalie had only packed her a single pair of leggings, two skintight t-shirts better suited for a night at Silk, and her favorite cashmere sweater. A toothbrush was tucked inside her smallest makeup case. There weren’t even socks, or a bra, or tampons, but she had mascara and lipstick. And lace panties. What more could a girl need?
“Fantastic. As few clothes as possible” she muttered. Exactly the kind of thing her darling cousin would do on purpose. Knowing Natalie, she probably hoped Vanessa would give up on clothes altogether and parade around naked.
With a heavy sigh, she assessed what was laid out before her. If Jordan planned on keeping her here for more than four pairs of underwear, she’d have to do laundry. Or…she could go shopping. They’d passed a couple of small shops on the main road through town. Perhaps she could convince him to take her there tomorrow?
Since Natalie had the packing abilities of a child, it took less than three minutes to put her things away. She briefly considered crawling under the covers, but the clock on the nightstand read 8 p.m., and considering she’d already slept the better part of the day away, she knew staying in this bedroom would be chickening out. She couldn’t hide from the world or from Jordan.
A restless tension skittered through her. Where was Nigel when she needed him? Probably snoozing under the couch. Maybe she should grab him for some bedtimesnuggles. Although, it wouldn’t be the rabbit that could settle the itch she wanted scratched right now.
Blowing out a breath, she glanced at the vibrator on the dresser. Sounds drifted through the closed bedroom door, and she figured Jordan was rustling up their canned-soup dinner.
The push and pull between them had been like a game lately. Snide remarks had slowly been replaced with stolen glances. Soft touches, heated brushes of skin that seemed illicit in the face of their diminishing disdain, had become more frequent, feeling more needy. Then he’d gone down on her and changed everything. He’d stripped them of their pretenses and left their yearning exposed.
They should be lying in a naked, panting heap on the bed right now. Instead, she was standing alone in front of a neatly made king-sized, scorched by the inferno he’d lit within her, while he was stirring soup from a can in the kitchen.
The pink sex toy mocked her. The real thing was in the kitchen, pretending there was a reason they couldn’t slake each other’s hunger.
He might be over a decade older than her, but she would have to be the mature one today.
She swung open the door and marched over to the kitchen with purpose. Sure enough, he stood in front of an open cupboard, staring at the contents, his back to her, shoulders bunched and tense.
Stubborn ass.
“I’m hungry,” she said bluntly. Loudly.
He didn’t turn to face her, but she caught his fists flexing at his sides. “Give me a damn minute. It takes a few minutes to heat.”
The pot was out, but the can of soup was still sitting in the cupboard.
“I’m not hungry for the soup.” There, take that. Ball is in your court, Zeus.
His fists clenched again, and when he turned his face to the side, she saw the muscle pop in his jaw. “I don’t have anything else.”
She almost snorted. She could see hissomething elsebulging behind his jeans. “That’s funny, Zeus, because you had plenty the other night when you had your face between my legs.”
He inhaled sharply. “That was a mistake.”
“The hell it was!” The words burst from her louder than she’d intended, but they covered the flame of hurt that flared in her chest. She knew he was making excuses, that he was working under some misguided sense of chivalry. Or self-punishment.
She closed the gap between them and ran her palms over his shoulders. His muscles hardened to stone under her touch, and doubt coiled around her spine.
“You don’t want me?”
