did you say?” No way he had just said he thought we should get a place…together? I mean, we’d only spent one night together. That didn’t mean we should contemplate purchasing property.
He walked back toward me, and I found myself licking my lips as I appreciated the sight before me. Jordan in nothing but a pair of black slacks. His hair was already styled, so it was pushed back from his face. The scent of his cologne hit my nose, and my inner walls clenched involuntarily. There were scratches on his chest, along with teeth marks and love bites, and I couldn’t help feeling a zing of possession that I’d marked him so thoroughly.
Too bad he would be wearing a shirt and no one would see how I’d branded him as mine. But I would remember every time I looked at him, and it drenched me.
“Where do you want to live? Closer to your parents, maybe? Or I think there were a few houses for sale in my parents’ neighborhood. You would only be a few blocks from your aunt Layla and Emmie.” He tenderly grasped my knees and carefully spread my legs as he stepped between them. “But I’m okay with wherever you want to live, babe.”
“I, uh…” Shaking my head to clear it, I frowned up at him. “Is this because the condom broke last night?”
Something flashed in his eyes, and he moved one of his hands to touch my lower stomach. “Shh, don’t talk about that, or I’ll end up fucking your right here. And your sweet little pussy can’t handle any more right now.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over mine in a barely there kiss. “But to answer your question, this has nothing to do with the fact that I spent the entire night filling you with my come. I want to live with you. Wake up beside you every morning. Fall asleep with you in my arms every damn night. Hear your giggles in every room. Smell your scent on every surface. See your things touching mine in our closet.”
The mental pictures he was painting in my mind had me melting. I liked this fantasy he was creating of us living together, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. Maybe he wanted that now, but what about when he got bored?
The bathroom was filling with steam, and I gave him a tight smile as I pushed at his bare chest. “Let’s revisit this conversation later,” I suggested as I hopped down from the sink. My entire body protested the quick movement, but I bit back my groan of discomfort and kissed his chin. “My brain isn’t completely awake, and I think I need to concentrate hard for a discussion this important.”
He caught my hair in his hand and wrapped it around his wrist, tugging my head back so he could kiss me as deep and for as long as he wanted. Moaning, I melted against him, my nails biting into his chest and marking him yet again.
Lifting his head, he released my hair and swatted me on the ass. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation that easily, baby. We will be talking about it again. Today, if I have my way.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked into the shower to the sound of his deep laugh as he left the bathroom.
I got to the studio only slightly late, which, for me, was considerably early. When I walked into the makeup artist’s room, her eyes grew round with surprise. “Are you that excited for the last day, dear?” the fifty-four-year-old woman who had been doing my hair and makeup for the past three years asked with a sad smile as I took my seat.
“Yes and no,” I answered honestly. Sue had heard me bitch enough about my character to know I wasn’t going to miss this show all that much once it was officially over. But she knew I would miss her and some of the other crew, although my fellow costars were definitely not on the list of people I wanted to hang out with in the future.
From the doorway, I heard a throat clearing, and I lifted my gaze to the mirror to find Jordan walking into the room. Sue turned, and I watched her eyes widen when she took in the sight of Jordan Moreitti.
“Sue, this is Jordan, my…” I bit my lip, unsure what exactly we were.
“Arella’s boyfriend,” he supplied, offering the woman his hand with