I dart to the window and pull the curtain aside—and the air leaves my lungs in a rush.
Jordan stands outside, looking like every sin I’ve been dying to commit for months. Grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, a black T-shirt clinging to his chest. His hair is tousled from the wind, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his blue eyes burning into mine like he’s barely held himself together all night.
And then there’s the other thing. The thick, unmistakable outline of his erection, straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.
My mouth goes dry. He lifts a single brow, a silent challenge.You gonna let me in?
I don’t hesitate.
The window slides up with a quiet creak, and Jordan steps into my room. Jordan has never been in my room before. He'd sit on the sill and let me talk to him about everything and nothing but never come in. Having him now in here feels like another barrier taken down.
“Sleep well?” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I shake my head.
"I know, baby. Neither did I."
His gaze drags down my body—my thin tank top, my bare legs—and his throat works as he swallows. The air between us crackles, charged with weeks of denied tension.
Suddenly, I’m molten. It feels as though one wrong move would have me sinking straight through the floor.
He stalks toward me, then lifts a hand to my face, his thumb gently grazing my cheekbone.
His thumb slides down, over my jaw, stopping at my lower lip. My breath hitches. “Have you any idea how hard the past two months have been?”
“I think I know,” I whisper.
“Good,” he growls. “Then you understand why I’m going to ruin you.”
Heat explodes through my stomach. I grab his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer.
He catches my wrist. His eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry. “Tell me you want my hands on you, Sabrina.”
“Touch me,” I hear myself say, no longer afraid. “Everywhere. Please, Jordan.”
Jordan watches me for a beat, and then he’s cupping the back of my neck, his mouth crashing onto mine like he’s been dying for this moment. It's deep, starving, and consuming. His other hand slides down my back, gripping my ass hard enough to bruise, pulling me against him until I can feel his arousal against my lower hip.
Gasping, unable to believe he's letting me feel him in a way I've only dreamt about, I shift until I'm grinding the part of me that aches most against the thick, steely length, moaning when the ache in my core sharpens into an inferno.
He groans against my mouth but doesn't stop me. “Christ, you’re killing me, Sabrina.”
“I can’t help it. I want you so bad.”
“I know,” He kisses me again, another soul-drugging kiss that turns my need into something else, and I'm humping his thigh and moaning shamelessly.
“Shh. Let me take care of you, baby. Lay back on the bed for me. Grab the railings.”
Not needing to be told twice, I scoot onto the bed, and do exactly as I'm told.
Jordan’s gaze rakes over me, possessive and reverent all at once. “I’m not going to fuck you today.”
My stomach drops. “What?”
His lips curl, wicked and slow, as he lowers himself to me. “There’s something I need to do first.”
His hand slides down my belly, lower, until his fingers trace the edge of my pajama shorts.
My breath stops.
