"This is pretty hot," he called over his shoulder as he hung up one of my summer dresses.
I grinned when I looked at what he was talking about. His choice strongly indicated he was a leg man. The pale lavender dress was one of the shortest I owned. It wasn't over-the-top or trampy, but it showed a lot of leg.
We had an easy rapport, talking back and forth as we unpacked. Since I didn’t have a ton of stuff, we were finished very quickly. My stuff took up less than a quarter of that half of the closet, which made me chuckle. I felt silly putting my sneakers, ballet flats and flip-flops on the shoe shelves, but Jordan seemed gung-ho for me to settle in, so I did.
After he had gone into the bedroom, I spent a few minutes setting up the vanity area. Then I pulled out my cell phone and wrote a lengthy email to my mom telling her what was happening.
The two of us weren't just mother and daughter; we were also friends. She'd always encouraged me to feel free to confide anything in her, including relationships. For the first time, I took her up on it. I told her everything I was feeling for Jordan and how excited I was about the future.
Although my email was long, I composed it quickly because I was so anxious to get back to Jordan.
Chapter Five
Jordan
I left her alone in the bathroom in front of the never before used vanity area so she could unpack her makeup and beauty stuff. I used the time to change out of what I’d been wearing to work, opting for jeans and a t-shirt. I stopped at the vanity and told her I’d be watching the TV in the bedroom so I’d be close if she needed me.
Throwing myself onto the bed, I propped up against the pillows and grabbed the remote. The sixty-two inch TV rose up out of the cabinet at the foot of the bed with a soft whir. Once it stopped in the proper position, I turned it on and started surfing through the channels until I came to a stop on an episode of Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain.
I usually loved the show, but my attention wasn’t on it. Over and over again my gaze drifted over to the bathroom door as I waited for Natalie to come back out. It was crazy but being separated even for that short amount of time didn’t feel right to me. Already I was addicted to her presence in my life, and I intended to keep her as close to me as I could, forever.
When she finally appeared, I let out a relieved breath. It felt as though she’d brought the sunshine with her. I reached out a hand and tapped on the spot next to where I was sitting.
“Climb on up here and let me hold you.”
The way she had licked her lips before she smiled was like foreplay. My cock twitched in my jeans as she kicked off her flip-flops and climbed onto the bed to sit next to me. She smelled like a mix of lemons and a hint of some flower, and it made my mouth water. Seeing the desire in her eyes as she looked at me was all the green light I needed.
I pulled her on top of me and then guided her head down until our lips touched and we began kissing. The kiss went on and fucking on, and I never wanted it to end. The way she tasted was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life and I was desperate for more of her. Eventually, our positions shifted, so I was on top of her, cradled between her thighs. I couldn’t contain the growl in my throat when she wrapped her legs around me. That left me against her totally, and my cock was as hard as it had ever been.
The way she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat made my balls ache. If I hadn’t been so damn desperate to taste her pussy, I’d have pulled down my zipper, ripped off her shorts and buried myself inside of her right then and there.
I didn’t do that because even though there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to get my cock inside of her, I was no fool. Natalie was my treasure, and I intended to make sure she knew it. She wasn’t some casual fuck, and I was not going to rail at her tight cunt like a guy having a conjugal visit after years of celibacy.
She whimpered when I tore my mouth from hers and gazed down at her as both of us panted heavily as we tried to catch our breath.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I lifted her a bit and then nipped at her earlobe before tracing my tongue over it. Her little mewl of pleasure was almost my undoing.