doubled in front of me. “I did, too!”
“No way. You said it was sour.”
“You don’t know anything.” I pushed him lightly. But all it did was put myself off-balance. “Oh God!”
He chuckled harder, reaching out and grabbing me to keep me steady. “Maybe you’re done.”
“We still have a few bottles to open. What about the white?”
He shook his head. “No way. We can do the white another day.”
“Jordan,” I groaned. “We can do it. I believe in us.”
The electricity had come back on at some point, but we’d left the fire and candles going instead of turning on any lights. I’d lost the sweatshirt and socks when I got too warm. The wine heating me up from the inside out.
Jordan’s brown eyes were dark in the ambient light. I could see notes of amber around the irises and the heat hidden between us. The one that I’d been ignoring ever since I saw him at the Wine Boutique earlier that evening. And now, after hours of sipping wine in front of the fire, the space between us had diminished to nothing. His hands were still on my shoulders to keep me upright. His interest in me not hidden by his sweatpants. My tongue flicked out to taste the wine across my lips, my brain shutting down when it fought to wonder if this was a good idea.
“We should get you to bed,” Jordan said. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“Should we?” I whispered.
My hand brushed across the hair falling over his forehead. He shivered at my touch. His grip tightened on my shoulder before sliding down to my waist.
We moved at the same time. I couldn’t even say who started it. One minute, we were apart, and then suddenly, we were crushed together. His mouth fitted to mine. The taste of wine heady between us. His tongue opened my mouth to him, taking what he wanted from me. And I did nothing to stop it. Couldn’t deny even in my addled brain that I wanted this from Jordan Wright.
One kiss.
That was all it took.
And I was his all over again.
Jordan broke away breathlessly, going for the hem of my T-shirt. I helped him pull it over my head and stripped his off next. Our sweats followed. A haphazard, slightly drunken tugging of clothes and abandoning them on the outside of our pillow fort.
There was no thinking. No wondering if this was the right decision. No second-guessing at all. There was only this moment where I couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t feel enough of his heated skin against mine, couldn’t taste enough of his potent lips.
Our underwear disappeared just as quickly, and I reached out for the hardened length of him. Jordan groaned, pulling me back to his lips and kissing me savagely. Like he was on fire and all he wanted was me to stoke the flames. His hand moved lower, pressing against my clit until I squirmed underneath him.
“Condom?” he gasped against my lips when he felt the slick wetness between my legs.
“Birth control,” I said instead.
I couldn’t fathom him walking away from this moment to go find a condom in his house. I suddenly needed him inside of me with a feeling that bordered on desperation. I couldn’t wait any longer.
He pushed me back into the pillows. The light of the fire casting shadows across my body, trailing a map of the freckled constellations across my skin. His eyes roamed the heavens before settling back on my face. He leaned forward on his elbows and brought our lips back together.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted so softly that I almost didn’t hear him.
I didn’t know what to say in return. If I would admit to wanting him, too. But then his cock settled in the apex of my thighs, grazing against the wetness of my pussy. I moaned, my eyes fluttered closed, and the world teetered on its axis.
“Are you sure?” he asked just once. Always a gentleman.
The head of his cock was nearly inside of me already.
“Jordan,” I moaned his name, thrusting my hips upward to meet him.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Nor did I need to say anything else when my body told him precisely what I wanted.
He thrust deep inside of me. My body opening up for him and pleasure blooming through my core. Holy fuck!
I’d forgotten. Three years without him was a long time. And even though my brain had made him more gorgeous in