Taking my chin in his hand, Jordon tilts my head up towards him locking his eyes with mine. The emotion I see in his gaze causes my mouth to go dry and my heart rate to increase.
It feels as if he’s looking through me and truly seeing everything I’ve kept hidden, like he’s seeing straight into my soul.
“I know today must be hard for you because Cane is not here to celebrate it with you.” He pauses and takes a breath before continuing. I’m sitting here holding my breath as I wait for him to go on, “and I know you’d give anything to spend it with him, but I’m honored that you’re giving me a chance to show you the side of me no one else sees. Thank you for that, and for opening up to me. I know it can’t be easy.”
I am such an emotional mess my eyes are already filling up with tears. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry today.” I mumble as I wipe the tears away.
Jordon has worked so hard to give us the perfect day. I don’t want him to see my tears and assume I’m crying because I’d rather be with Cane instead of him.
My head and heart are all over the place right now.
“Brittan, it’s okay to cry. It doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human. After the shit you’ve gone through it’s understandable that you’d be emotional on a day like today. You don’t need to put on an act for me. If you’re pissed off, sad or happy just tell me. I want to get to know you, all of you.”
How did the cocky asshole I met on the anniversary of Cane’s death turn out to be the one thing I needed in order to feel whole again?
As tears begin to fall again, I laugh nervously, “Who are you and what did you do with the cocky asshole I met in Miami? He was easier to hate.”
A killer grin spreads across Jordon’s face as his eyes twinkle in the lights above us. They are hypnotizing and cause me to fall deeper under his spell, “Ahh, so you admit my irresistible Rock God looks and my magic fingers are winning you over?”
The thought of what those fingers have done to me sends a shiver of desire coursing through my body.
He teasingly slides his fingers ever so slowly down my arm causing goose bumps to blanket every inch of my body.
Trying to act like he isn’t getting to me, I toss my head back and purse my lips, “I never said that…I just said I don’t hate you as much as I did a few weeks ago.”
Pinning me on my back, Jordon stares down at me with a glimmer of desire in his eyes that takes my breath away. His lips curl up into a cocky grin, “Oh, baby. There’s no denying it; you like me. I can see it in those gorgeous brown eyes of yours.” Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose causing me to suck in a sharp breath of air. Pulling back, he watches me as he waits for me to try and deny it some more.
He gets a rise out of our back and forth bantering, but I’m going to surprise him by admitting what he already knows to be true. He deserves a little ego boost after the fantastic day he’s given me.
“Okay…maybe a little.” I say breathlessly as my chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, and I melt under Jordon’s intense gaze.
“Holy shit! She finally admits it! She likes me!” Jordon shouts, shooting up and raising his hands in the air.
I can’t stop blushing, and cover my face with my hands. I go from crying to all hot and bothered in zero point two seconds with this crazy man.
‘You are insane.” I giggle as he tackles me again and presses kisses to my neck, tantalizingly working his mouth up to my lips.
“Well what can I say, you’re driving me crazy with those kiss me lips and this fuck me body.” He murmurs against my neck, and he gives my ass a squeeze causing me to squeal as I try to wiggle out from under him.
Smacking his arm, I push him off of me.
“Simmer down, Rock God. We don’t want to traumatize Toby. All I need is to scare him again. I don’t think he’s fully recovered from finding us fucking on the kitchen counter of the tour bus,” I say as I try to regain my composure and fix my hair.
Laughing, Jordon glances back towards the house where Toby and Amanda are inside, “Oh, don’t give me that traumatized bullshit. You know he would have killed to trade places with you and have me spanking his ass with that spatula.”
Snapping my head towards the house, I follow Jordon’s gaze and make sure Toby isn’t in earshot of this conversation. I would be so embarrassed if he heard us right now.
Trying to change the subject I point towards Jordon’s guitar, “So, did you bring that out here to keep it toasty by the fire or are you going to play me something?” I ask sarcastically.
I have never heard Jordon sing alone; only as back up to Zane. I’m excited and nervous to hear what he’s going to be playing. I love watching his fingers play the guitar; he plays it so effortlessly.