She simply... felt. All the good things. Hope, longing, excitement, curiosity. She felt everything with Jordan Everwood.
She tugged at Jordan’s shirt, pulling her flush against her body. Jordan let out a tiny gasp of surprise, but then smiled as Astrid trailed her fingers to Jordan’s arms. Astrid wasn’t going to rush this. She was going to take her time and enjoy every single second of this first kiss.
Jordan’s own hands went to Astrid’s waist, dipping under her silk blouse, thumbs swiping against her bare skin. Astrid nearly collapsed at the contact, it was such a relief, but she concentrated on herown journey, sliding her fingertips along Jordan’s forearms, then to her upper arms, curling around her toned biceps for a second before drifting up her shoulders and over her exposed collarbone.
God, she loved this woman’s clavicle. She danced her fingers along the delicate bone, then let them meet at that pretty dip at the base of Jordan’s throat. Finally—finally—she traveled up Jordan’s neck and framed her face between her hands. They stared at each other, their breathing loud and labored by this point.
“Shit, Parker” was all Jordan said.
Astrid smiled. She suddenly felt young and giddy, and she couldn’t get enough. She loved the effect she was having on this gorgeous, amazing woman, and she leaned in slowly, letting their mouths brush, but just barely.
Jordan was like a drug—her jasmine-and-pine scent, the way her body felt under Astrid’s hands. Astrid suddenly felt wild, ravenous, and let one palm circle around to cup the nape of Jordan’s neck.
Still, she didn’t hurry. She drifted her mouth over the side of Jordan’s lips, then trailed up to her cheek, over to her temple, skimming her eyelids, her forehead, before coming back down the other side and settling her mouth just under Jordan’s ear.
“Fuck,” Jordan said, arching her neck to give Astrid more access. “As much as I’m loving this whole seduction, if you don’t kiss me right now, I might lose it.”
Astrid pulled back and grinned at her. “I think I can handle that,” she said.
Jordan spread both of her hands wide on Astrid’s bare waist and yanked her even closer. “You damn well better.”
So Astrid complied.
She closed her mouth around Jordan’s bottom lip, then turned her head and did it again... and again. Each time a little harder, each time a little more desperate. Jordan followed her lead, but then, assoon as Astrid’s tongue touched hers, she let out a sort of growl that made Astrid’s toes curl, and opened her mouth fully to hers.
Jordan tasted like summer, like beer and mint and something uniquely her, and Astrid couldn’t get enough. She backed her up toward the bed, hands moving over Jordan’s face, shoulders, waist. Jordan’s hands were on their own mission, sliding up Astrid’s bare back and around her ribs as they made out like teenagers.
That was the only way to describe it. Tongues and teeth, tiny breaths into each other’s mouths, a desperation Astrid didn’t remember ever experiencing fueling every touch.
The backs of Jordan’s knees hit the bed and she fell back onto the sea of coats, pulling Astrid on top of her. Both women laughed, but when Astrid hooked her leg around Jordan’s hip, the need to straddle her nearly unbearable, Jordan’s expression turned very serious. She rolled them so Astrid was underneath her, then pressed her deeper into the mattress.
Astrid gasped, slipping her own hands under Jordan’s shirt, the feel of her bare skin like heaven. Jordan kissed her again, tongue dancing with hers, teeth tugging on her lower lip in a way that made Astrid’s clit throb.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Jordan asked, mouth sliding to Astrid’s neck, sucking gently at that spot under her ear.
“How long?” Astrid managed to ask.
“Since I saw you swing that sledgehammer.” Kiss. “I wanted you right then. Maybe even before, I don’t know.” Kiss.
“Me too,” Astrid said. She bucked her hips against Jordan’s, seeking pressure. “Even in front of Wake Up that day—I was a bitch, I know, but there was something about you.”
Jordan laughed against her skin. “You were a total bitch. A really hot, really sexy bitch.”
Now Astrid laughed, tightening her leg around Jordan’s hip.
“And that cherry stem,” Jordan said. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“Really?”
“Oh my god,” Jordan said, before tugging at Astrid’s earlobe. “I saved the damn thing, it was so hot.”
“You did not,” Astrid said, pushing on her shoulders to look her in the eyes.
“I most definitely did. It’s on my dresser right now.”
Astrid didn’t know what to say. It was a silly thing—a cherry stem tied in a knot—but somehow, the sentiment behind it made her eyes sting. She cupped Jordan’s face in her hands and pulled her down for a slow, deliberate kiss. A kiss that soon picked up speed, turning desperate and wild.
Astrid lost all track of time. There was only Jordan’s mouth, Jordan’s hands and stomach and thighs, the taste of her skin right below her ear that Astrid couldn’t stop kissing, delighting in the little sounds Jordan made in response.
