Except I didn’t want to.
I bent close and brushed a kiss to his cheek. “I would love to go to Boston with you, Jordan.”
His happiness was evident. “Really?”
“Yes.”
He gripped my shoulders and kissed my mouth. It was a hard, fast pressing of our lips. He did it again, this time holding it longer. Then again with a low groan as he pulled me tight to his chest and kissed me the way he had earlier in the hall. There was barely controlled passion in his caresses and an underlying desire that went straight to my core. I returned his kiss, losing myself in him again.
He eased back. “I need to go home and pack.” He dropped another kiss to my mouth. “You have no idea how happy you have made me, my darling.”
I thrilled at his endearment. It sounded so right coming from his mouth.
“I’m pretty excited.”
“Colin said you would be.”
“Colin knows?”
He grinned. “We had quite the fast chat while you were getting dinner. Man-to-man stuff. I told him my idea, and he assured me you would love it.” He touched my cheek gently. “Or kill me. He wished me luck either way.”
I laughed. That sounded like Colin.
Jordan stood. I gazed up at him. “You won’t stay for dessert?”
“Don’t you have to pack?”
I glanced at my watch. “It’s nine thirty. You can eat dessert and leave by ten. I’ll be packed in forty-five minutes. An hour, tops. I think even in my dotage I can handle staying up until eleven.”
He pulled me up from the sofa and kissed me again. “Good. I plan on keeping you up late all weekend. Might as well practice now.”
I grinned all the way into the kitchen.
I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this surprise weekend.SandyI barely slept all night. Packing was harder than I expected, although I was certain it had more to do with my nerves than the clothes in my closet. I had texted Jordan, asking what sort of clothing I should bring, and his reply hadn’t been helpful.
You’ll be beautiful in anything. Lots of walking. A nice dress for dinner.I rolled my eyes at the unclear directive.
How many dinners? One dress-up and the rest casual?
I snorted. He was amazing but also a typical male—short on details.
In the end, I chose some outfits I could mix and match and packed two elegant dresses and one casual one. A good pair of walking shoes and one pair of high heels.
I hesitated over my lingerie drawer. I pulled out a bag that had been stuffed in the corner for months. I let the shimmering ball of satin fall from my fingertips, studying it. Blue, soft, and sexy, it hinted rather than revealed. Perfect for my body at my age. In front of the mirror, I studied myself. I kept in good shape. I wasn’t as thin as I once was, but I still had muscle definition, and I looked okay in a bathing suit. My breasts hadn’t sagged yet, and my long legs were still lean and shapely. I always tried to play those up. My hair hung past my shoulders, straight, thick, and pure white. I knew Jordan loved to run his fingers through it.
Would he like the nightgown? I had seen it one day while out shopping a couple of months ago, and bought it, then never took it from the bag, wondering in the emptiness of my bedroom why I had purchased it. It had been an impulse buy that seemed silly once I arrived home.
I had no idea if I would need it this weekend. If I was ready to move forward to that step with Jordan. There was no doubt the man had skill when it came to kissing me. He was passionate and confident, his tongue and mouth talented. His long fingers stroked my skin like I was a violin and he a maestro, leaving me longing for more. I lost myself to him, our surroundings fading away, yearning building under my skin and taking over every sense when he had me in his arms.
I tucked the nightgown into the suitcase and added my bathing suit in case.
I was simply being prepared; that was all.
I ignored the fluttering in my stomach at the thought of Jordan seeing me in that nightgown and his reaction.
Then before I could change my mind, I added my toiletry bag and snapped the locks shut. I found my passport and added some American cash to my wallet, grateful I always kept a little on hand.
Now, I was waiting by the door, anxious and already tired. A town car pulled up right at six, and Jordan slipped from the back, meeting me at the door.
He bent down and kissed my cheek. “Hello, my darling.”
“Hi.”
He picked up my case. “Are you ready?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”