“So it’s true? You’re going to feast on me when we get back to the hotel?” She’s talking in hushed tones, like she doesn’t want the driver to hear what she’s saying.
I’m sure he can understand every word, not that I’m going to point that out to her.
My voice drops an octave, my dick twitching at the glow in Amanda’s eyes. She’s aroused, I can tell. “Is that what you want?”
She nods. “Yes,” she breathes.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” I tilt my head, my lips hovering above hers. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
She angles her head and lifts her chin, trying to connect her lips to mine, but I shift away, not kissing her yet.
I want to draw this out. Torture us. I’m a glutton for punishment.
“You’re mean.” She pouts.
“You won’t be saying that when I’ve got my face between your legs,” I point out, feeling evil.
“Jordan.” Her tone is faintly accusatory, though her eyes flash with heat.
“You know you want it,” I tease.
“I always want it,” she admits, her fingers landing on my jaw, caressing me there. “I always want you.”
I grab hold of her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. She spreads her fingers wide and I turn her hand over, my mouth on her palm, her fingertips on my cheek. I let go of her hand, but she doesn’t stop touching me. Her fingers are still on my cheek, dropping to my mouth. I gently kiss them and she smiles just before her hand returns to her lap.
We remain quiet, never looking away from each other, and I’m tempted. So tempted to tell her how I really feel. Right now, in the back of an Uber. That I’m in love with her, that I’ve never really stopped loving her. Does she feel the same?
How would she react if I actually said those words out loud?
I’m not sure if I’m ready to find out.
I wake up the next morning completely naked and sore in the best possible way. Jordan kept me up most of the night. He was insatiable.
He was amazing.
Keeping my eyes closed, I stretch my legs out, surprised my toes don’t bump into Jordan’s muscular, hairy legs. I raise my arms above my head, the bones in my neck cracking with satisfaction, then roll over, reaching across the mattress to find it…
Empty.
As in I’m the only one in the bed.
Huh.
I sit up, pushing my tangled hair out of my face, yanking the sheet up with me to keep my upper body mostly covered. The room is quiet and dark, and I know I’m alone. Jordan isn’t here. He’s not even in the bathroom.
So where did he go?
Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I check my notifications to see I have a text from Jordan.
Meeting with Harvey. Will be back soon. xo
He sent me the text over a half hour ago.
I chew on my lower lip as I contemplate answering him, my sudden nerves making me anxious. He’s having a meeting with Harvey? God, this has to be about me.
Us.
The restaurant.