Trouble(70)

Now, I’m lying in bed, wide awake at the butt crack of dawn, unable to go back to sleep. I’m counting the seconds until I can see Jordan again while recounting every moment of last night—barring the bumping into one of Jordan’s previous conquests. I cringe when I think of what she said, and I cringe even worse when I think of what I said to her.

When I hear a knock at my door, I almost leap out of bed in my excitement, not remembering until I’m opening the door that I’m still in my pajamas. I probably look a complete state. I’ve never really been that concerned with how I look, until him. I only ever dressed and looked nice because it was expected of me by Oliver and Forbes

“Morning.” His voice is low and husky. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

God, he looks gorgeous, even at this early hour.

“No. I’ve been awake a while. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either. I’ve had this girl on my mind all night.”

“Anyone I know?” I hold back a smile.

Dozer comes into view at Jordan’s side, all puppy dog eyes at me. Pushing past Jordan, he comes to me.

“Hey, buddy.” I kneel down to stroke him.

“You might know her,” Jordan says, answering my question. “Blonde hair, blue eyes … beautiful. We went out on a date last night as it happens.”

He just called me beautiful.

Beautiful.

Composing myself, I look up at Jordan. “Really?” I say, playing along. “So how was the date?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” He crouches down, stroking Dozer who’s positioned between us. His fingertips touch mine. Heat flashes up my arm careening straight for my heart.

“The date was amazing, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her … or her gorgeous mouth ever since…” He leans over Dozer. Close to me. I suck in a breath. “And the thing is, I really need to kiss her again.”

Baboom! The sound of my heart … so loud, I’m sure he must hear it.

“I think she needs you to kiss her too,” I breathe.

“You do?” He swipes his lower lip with his tongue.

My insides coil. “Mmm,” I murmur.

I close my eyes as he brings his mouth to mine, more than ready to taste him and feel the explosion his kiss creates inside me.

It’s only when I part my lips against his that I remember I haven’t brushed my teeth.

“Wait,” I say against his mouth, pressing my hand to his chest. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“Shh.” His hand goes to the back of my head … holding me … kissing me deeper. Apparently he has no issue with my morning breath. I should, but I really don’t want to stop kissing him right now.

All thought is lost when he runs his tongue along my lower lip, then slips it into my mouth. I curl my fingers into his shirt.

His kisses are drugging. I could live a contented life being as high as a kite on him all day long.

He gets as close to me as he can with a hundred and sixty pound dog laid on the floor between us, and takes my face in both his hands, taking full control of the kiss. It’s at this exact point that I feel things change between us.

Deepen.

Don’t ask me why or how, they just do, and I know he feels it too because of the look on his face when he parts his mouth from mine on a gasp, eyes staring deep into mine.

I know, in this moment, there’s an unbreakable connection between us. Something tying us together, irrevocably, and no matter what, I’ll never be without him.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Hi.” He smiles.

Dozer lifts his head between us, nudging Jordan back from me a little.

I chuckle, and stroke Dozer, giving him the attention he wants.

“So, where was I before you distracted me?” He grins, still looking as dazed as I feel.

“You were telling me about the awesome date you had last night.”

“Right, yeah. Well, it was so awesome that I was hoping she’d go on another date with me today.”

“You always could ask her.”

“What do you think she’d say?”

“Hmm…” I press my lips together in thought. “I’m thinking that she’d definitely say yes.”

He smiles wide. “Good, ’cause I’ve got an awesome day planned for her.” He leans across and gives me another quick kiss, pulling back far too quickly, leaving me wanting more.

“You’re going to want to wash your hair again.” He twists a piece of my hair round his finger.

“What? Why?” I touch my hair where his hand is and feel the strands of crunch. Damn paint.

“Blue, and a bit of pink.” He leans over, examining. “It’s a good look on you.”