In the next moment, the cloakroom was flooded with light as someone flipped a switch.
“Jordan.”
Sera suppressed a groan. It was definitely Jordan’s sister.
“Mia.”
While Jordan stayed pressed against her for obvious reasons, Sera looked sideways over her shoulder at his sister, who wore an amused expression.
“I was just helping Sera with her dress.” Jordan shrugged. “Stuck zipper.”
“Of course,” Mia played along. “You don’t need to tell me. As a fashion designer, I’ve seen dozens. Hundreds, even. Those darn zippers. The pesky things give the worst trouble at the most inconvenient moments.”
“Right,” Jordan agreed.
“Sometimes a zipper will open easily but get stuck closing, or the reverse. Was the zipper going up or down?”
“For God’s sake, Mia.”
Sera’s face flamed. Could things get more mortifying? And of course, it had to be one of Jordan’s siblings who walked in on them.
“What are you doing here, Mia?” Jordan asked, going on the offensive.
“I could ask the same thing of you, big brother. But for the record, I was looking for a quiet place to take a call and just wandered in this direction right when the call was ending.” Mia arched a brow. “And I’m going to assume you two came this way looking for a sewing kit...to fix Sera’s dress.”
Sera’s hands flew to her cheeks.
Mia laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” She gestured near her mouth as if turning a key in her lips and throwing it away.
“Thanks, sis.”
Mia winked at them and then flipped the light switch and threw them into darkness again.
A moment later, Sera heard footsteps receding down the hall. She collapsed against Jordan with a small sound of relief, even though she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand their sexual frustration.
* * *
As Jordan drove her home after the wedding, Sera was a bundle of tingling awareness. They’d managed to keep their hands off each other and the PDAs to a minimum through the wedding dinner and dancing and socializing, but the tension had built...and built.
Yes, she’d been embarrassed about being caught in a clinch by Mia. And she hoped that Jordan’s sister could keep a secret. But she and Jordan were playing with fire, and it just fueled their sizzling attraction.
They got out of his car and made their way to her building, enjoying the fresh air on this warm and balmy night. There was no question she was inviting him upstairs and inside. In the hall outside her front door, she handed him her keys, and the gesture—a mere brush of the fingers—was electric.
When Jordan pushed open the door, Sera entered the silent apartment and turned on a dim lamp. She hadn’t changed much of Marisa’s decor for the two-bedroom apartment, which had a retro vibe—right down to the Unblemished Yellow wall paint that her cousin had used to give a face-lift to the old kitchen cabinets. She was home, and yet her place had never felt less relaxed. Instead, the air was charged with sexual tension.
She heard every rustle as she set down her evening bag on a console table and Jordan followed her. With a remote, she switched on some flameless candles that sat on a chest in her living room and then turned and nearly collided with Jordan’s chest.
He ducked his head and kissed her—all sexy and lingering.
Sera leaned into the kiss. She wanted to taste him, lick him, be enveloped by him.
When they broke apart, he gazed into her eyes. “I want you, Sera. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
And just like that, the shackles broke, and Sera was in h
is arms, kissing him back and pressing closer, desperate to pick up where they had left off earlier in the evening.
“Jordan,” she breathed.