When we take off, Jordan’s hand goes to my back to help support me. The wind hits my back and a part of my face. Butch is driving next to us. He nods at me and then goes back to looking at the open road.
I didn’t think my first night out drinking would have ended up like this.
We pull up in front of Jordan’s gate. The gate opens and we drive inside. Butch keeps on driving—I assume to go home. Jordan parks right by the steps to the porch in front of the house. He climbs off, taking me with him. He runs up the porch and puts a passcode in to unlock his house. Once the door is shut, he turns to the wall, where there are buttons everywhere and an iPad hanging.
He starts pressing buttons and the outside of the house is lighting up like it’s Christmas. I move closer to the window and look out as, one by one, lights pop out, shining onto the road and field. I see something moving across the top of the gate that goes around the house. It’s at least ten feet tall.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I just made the entire gate and fence electric. They touch it and they are out. Every single window in this house is bulletproof, and nothing can get through it.”
Wow, he’s prepared. More than I thought anyone could possibly be.
Jordan sets the iPad back onto the wall, and I stand still, not knowing what to do or say next.
Jordan studies me. “You okay, angel?”
I nod before answering. “I’m fine. I didn’t expect my first night out to come to this.” I laugh, and Jordan laughs along with me.
He stalks over to me and grabs my face. His mouth slams into mine and I grab his shoulders. His mouth moves over mine in a claiming, scalding kiss.
He pulls back and I am lifted off the floor. My arms go around his neck, my legs around his waist. Jordan rests his forehead against mine. We look into each other’s eyes.
Jordan’s hand runs up and down my back while the other rests on my hip. “Angel, don’t worry about what can happen or about that man from earlier. They will not touch you.”
I believe him. He hasn’t lied to me yet, so I am not going to believe he will.
“Let’s go to bed.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer; he just carries me up the stairs.
We enter his bedroom, and I’m set on the edge of the bed. I stand and walk into the closet to grab one of Jordan’s shirts. It hangs almost to my knees, but I love wearing his clothes.
Next, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my makeup off. Walking back into the bedroom, I yawn, but then I stop in my tracks. Jordan is shirtless, his arms behind his head. His stomach is exposed, showing his muscles. The cover is around his waist.
I walk over to my side of the bed and pull the blankets back. I climb in and pull the blanket up to my hips.
Jordan turns over. “I’m proud of you.”
I arch my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You stayed calm and collected when everything went down.”
“Ahh.” I turn over onto my side so I am face-to-face with him. I touch his jaw and stare directly into his eyes. “I know that, as long as I’m with you, I’m safe.”
Jordan’s face softens, and he places his hand on my jaw. He leans forward and leans up on his arm. His lips press against mine. I open my mouth, kissing him back hard, sinking my hand into his hair.
His hand moves down my cheek, down my neck, and over the sides of my breasts. I gasp as the tips of his fingers touch me. His hand moves down my side, and I feel heat between my legs and squeeze them together. As he touches my thigh and moves back up, his hand sneaks under my shirt.
My breathing is coming in short pants now. I’ve never been touched like this, and I want more. I want more of everything.
His hand settles under my breast, his thumb stroking my skin. I shudder and grip his head tighter. I kiss him harder and move my hands up his back, raking it with my fingernails. He groans, and I feel satisfaction from knowing that I am affecting him also.
He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. I lay my head onto his chest, my arm thrown across his stomach, my leg thrown over his.
“Goodnight, my angel.”
“Goodnight, Jordan.”
I wake up before Jordan and slide out of bed. I stand at the end of the bed, watching him sleep. He’s so peaceful and handsome. Last night changed everything for me. That kiss, just all of it, put everything into perspective.
I go down the stairs to start some laundry. Yawning, I enter the laundry room and remember I have a load already in the washer. After popping the lid open, I reach inside and pull an armful out. I throw the rest into the dryer. Spotting a sock on the bottom I reach down, but I’m a few inches away from reaching it.
I jump and try to grab the sock but still miss it. I huff and push my hair out of my face. I jump again and land on my belly, with my feet hanging in the air. I lean forward, my head and my shoulder going into the washer. I grab the sock and start to push my way out. But I fall farther in and catch myself with my hands so I don’t face-plant.