The rasp of his morning stubble tickles my jaw as his lips brush along the shell of my ear. The electric sensation it causes connects directly with my clit. The ache intensifies when he huskily states, “So incredibly sexy.”
Gripping my thighs, he slides me forward in my seat, opening my legs so he can fit between them. I gasp when his solid erection nestles into me. He’s so incredibly hard.
“Can you feel how much I want you?”
I’m flushed with arousal at his seductive words, and very much turned on. My intellect, which I had recently bragged about to him, flies out the damn window.
“Every inch of you is so damn beautiful. Never hide yourself from me. Never doubt how much I want you.”
His lips find their way to mine, but he stops short of giving me the kiss my body is begging for. He’s reduced me into a ball of desire and want. I’m shaking from head to toe with anticipation of having his mouth on me. Anywhere. I don’t care where.
“Okay.”
That one monosyllabic word comes out more like a needy pant. I curl my fingers into the soft cotton fabric of his shirt and hang on for dear life.
When the kiss I’m hoping for doesn’t come, my eyelids blink open, only to be met with smiling, sea-blue eyes.
Jordan’s intense gaze follows the path his thumb takes as he glides it over my bottom lip. “To be continued.”
Wait. What?
“What?” The disappointment is clear in my frustrated tone.
Jordan rises to his feet, looking down at me with a crooked grin gracing his lips that I wish were kissing me.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
I am so confused right now. And so very unfulfilled. My core is thrumming, and my panties are soaked.
“For what?”
“For our date.”
“What date?” I shout as the screened door slams shut.
Chapter 31
I don’t even make it a foot inside the house before I’m attacked by a very excited little sister. Harper pounces on my back as soon as I walk into the mud room from the east garage.
Latching onto me like a baby koala, she demands, “I want details.”
I secure an arm under her as I piggyback her through the house toward my room. After being up all night, I want a shower and a change of clothes, and possibly a nice, long nap. However, I highly doubt sleep will come because I’m still too keyed up about the things Douglass told me, the things I remembered, and my decision to steamroll over all of it in order to get a second chance with her.
“We talked,” I reply.
Harper smacks my back. “That is not details, Jorey. What did you talk about? You slept over at her house, so something must’ve happened. All I got from Douglass this morning was a bunch of random girl fight GIFs.”
Chuckling, I unceremoniously drop Harper on my bed, grab some sweatpants and walk into the large ensuite, shutting the door behind me. After a five-minute shower, I brush my teeth, pull on my sweats, and walk back out to find Harper exactly where I left her.
She’s reclined back on her elbows, her legs crossed at the ankles. Arching a single eyebrow at me, she says, “At least tell me if she still wants to murder you in gruesome, inventive ways.”
“Being a little dramatic there, sis,” I reply and disappear inside the walk-in closet.
As big and luxurious as the house is, I kept things simple when it came to my private quarters. There’s nothing ostentatious about my slate-blue bedroom except for its five-hundred square foot size, expansive ensuite and double walk-in closets. I head over to the wing-backed chair that I use more as a laundry depository and toss my dirty clothes into it. At least I’m not just throwing things on the floor for the cleaning service to pick up.
The bed cover rustles as Harper clambers off it and joins me in the closet.
“If you’re not going to spill, I’ll be forced to go over to her house and work my voodoo on her.”
