Tempt My Heart(64)
Running his hands along my back, I can feel the hunger and possessiveness in them as they work their way to the back of my neck. Cupping my head in his hands, Jordon smiles at me the sweetest, heart stopping smile I’ve ever seen on his gorgeous face.
“You mean it?” He asks as his eyes search my face. I see the desperation in them as he awaits my confirmation that I truly want to be with him. Only Jordon can make my body hum with excitement as the adrenaline courses through my veins.
His excitement is contagious, and it helps me realize that I’ve made the right decision.
“Yes. I want to be with you, Jordon. Only you. You’re the only guy, in eight years, to make me feel alive when I thought it was impossible. No matter how big of a bitch I was and how many times I pushed you away, you have been right there beside me. You’ve supported me unwaveringly. If that doesn’t show me what you feel for me is real, then I don’t know what would.”
Crashing his mouth to mine, Jordon hugs my tightly against him. Our hearts beat rhythmically against each other, feeling as if they’re beating as one.
I melt into his body, letting the feelings inside of me take over and the thoughts in my head fade.
The intensity in his kiss sends a bolt of electricity shooting through my body, causing every touch and caress to magnify. I’m throbbing, wanting to be filled by him, and to feel his mouth on every inch of me.
Tonight, I’m only going to focus on Jordon and how he makes me feel. Giving him all of me that I can, and once tomorrow comes we’ll see where we go from there.
With each piece of the wall guarding my heart that Jordon breaks down, he finds a place inside it I didn’t know was there. I love Cane with every fiber of my being and nothing will ever change that, but I feel my heart growing. My heart is making room for Jordon.
For a moment, the image of Cane flashes behind me eyes. He is happy…happy I’m sober, and happy I’m letting love back into my heart. For years, I was plagued with guilt, and since I finally allowed myself to open up to Jordon, the guilt has slowly slipped away.
Breaking our kiss, Jordon stands taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. “What do you say we head to bed, and play what’s your favorite song?”
Snaking my arm around his waist, I lead him into the house, “I was just thinking that, and I know exactly what song I want you to play. I think I deserve an encore of the last performance.”
Walking into the house, I stop at the doorway and gaze up at the night sky. I smile up at the brightest star twinkling above us, and whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cane.” For the first time, I’m going to bed with my heart filled with love and happiness.
Tonight is the start of a new beginning.
Falling
Jordon
It’s been two months since Brittan and I became official. Since Valentine’s Day, my life has changed for the better. It hasn’t been easy, but she’s worth it.
The guys weren’t shocked at all. They said it was about damn time. My bandmates didn’t get how huge that moment really was for me, but Brittan’s bandmates did. They know what she has gone through since losing her fiancé, and were happy to see her finally taking the first step forward with her life.
We spent the last two months touring the Midwest with a break two weeks ago. We had a week off which will be our only break until the tour ends in July, so Brittan and I went to stay at her house in Miami for some much needed rest and relaxation.
She needed a break.
Brittan works harder than anyone I know. Between the shows, her charity foundation, and all the media gigs we’ve been doing to promote the tour and our albums; we’ve been running on little sleep and lots of coffee.
It was nice to get some time alone, just Brittan and I without managers, assistants, and bandmates around twenty-four seven. We were able to have her parents, Roxie with her husband Matt and Brittan’s friend Dalton along with his wife and kids come to the house for a cookout. I was nice to meet everyone just before we left to continue our tour.
I was nervous meeting her parents and friends because they’ve always known her as Cane’s Brittan. They were all actually really cool and welcomed me with open arms. I think they are overjoyed to see Brittan doing so well. She hasn’t had a relapse since that one night on tour and emotionally she seems to be doing really well.
I’ve made it clear to her she can talk about Cane whenever she wants. I never want her to feel she can’t hold onto those memories of their life together. I just don’t want her memories from the past affecting her creating memories in the present.
This week I’m pumped because we’re heading to my old stomping ground, good old Chicago. My parents are excited to finally see me; we’ve been on the road since January and only get to stay in Chicago a few days. My mother is planning to have an early Easter dinner since we’ll be touring the east coast by the time Sunday rolls around.