“Oh God,” I said, barely loud enough for him to hear over the music.
I should stop this. We were in public, and while the winery wasn’t well lit, it wasn’t pitch-black either. Like other places, where no one much cared if you were near to fucking on the dance floor. I had a shred of decency telling me this needed to stop…or at least, we needed to take this somewhere else.
“Hey,” Jordan said, drawing back to meet my gaze.
My breaths were coming out even harder than when I’d been dancing. Everything felt too hot, too close, too much., and still I didn’t pull back. I didn’t let him go. I had to stop myself from demanding another kiss just like that. Because I’d never forget a kiss that left me utterly breathless.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested.
I nodded without hesitation. “That’s a good idea.”
He took my hand in his and pressed his lips to it. I leaned forward, wanting nothing more than one more of those kisses.
“Your place, or…?”
Right. He was here on vacation. He was probably sharing a hotel with his mom and brother. I hadn’t considered any of that. Frankly, I hadn’t considered much, except that he was into me and I wanted to know more about him. But now, I realized that this was going to mean going to my place.
I never took guys to my place.
It was an unwritten rule between me and Jennifer.
Besides the fact that it made her uncomfortable, I’d always been the kind of girl who liked an escape route. So that there was no question of who was staying and I could skip out at any part of the process. Having a guy in my place felt…disruptive at best. Dangerous at worst.
And yet, I found myself nodding. Because not having Jordan Wright in my house was inconceivable. He absolutely was coming back with me.
Strangely, I even wanted him there.
“My place is fine,” I said as easily as breathing.
“All right. You sure?”
I nodded again. “So very sure.”
Then I took Jordan’s hand and led him out of the winery.
I was breaking all of my rules for him. And I couldn’t seem to care one bit.
9
Annie
Before I could get all the way out of the Uber, Jordan grasped my hand, tugging me back to him. I giggled and pressed a kiss to his greedy mouth. I could hear the driver grumbling from the front seat, but I didn’t care. Not when Jordan could hardly keep his hands to himself.
We stumbled out of the car and hastened up the walk to the house I rented with Jennifer. I fumbled for my keys as Jordan’s arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He nuzzled into my neck, trailing kisses across my shoulders.
Just as I fit the key into the lock, he whirled me around and pushed me back against the front door.
“Oh,” I gasped before his lips were on mine again.
I fisted my hands into his shirt, pulling him closer and closer until I couldn’t breathe. There was no space between us. Just his hands on my body and his mouth against mine and the heat that kept building to a crescendo.
“My roommate might be home,” I managed to get out as he moved to kiss my neck.
“Will that be a problem?”
He flicked the button open on my shorts before slipping his hand in just beneath the waistline. I groaned deep in my throat, not wanting him to stop. In fact, I only wanted him to move further. To push all the way down and touch me where I was aching for him.
“We’ll…we’ll have to be quiet,” I muttered.
He arched an eyebrow. That look made me bite my lip. It screamed that he wasn’t planning on keeping me quiet tonight. Did I mind? Nope. Would Jennifer? Erm…oh well.
“Well, at least until we get to my room.”
I groped with the handle, twisting it and letting us tumble backward into the house. From my vantage point, it appeared Jennifer was already asleep in her room with the lights off. She was one of those monsters that lived by the mantra early to bed, early to rise. I was as much a vampire as I could be. Nights were where I belonged. I’d never been more grateful that we lived on opposite schedules.
He toed the door closed behind him, and I put a finger to my mouth.
“Shh,” I breathed, eyeing Jen’s door. Luckily, it remained closed.
But then, he was there. Our bodies tight, his mouth against my ear as he growled, “No promises.”
I shivered.
I didn’t think I minded that he wasn’t going to be quiet. There was something about Jordan that made it all fit. Maybe it was just the straight lust building between us, but it felt like more. There was a reason that I didn’t bring guys back to my place. I wasn’t the kind of girl who got lost in guys. I made a lot of mistakes and I flirted outrageously and I enjoyed playing the field. But this was different. I didn’t have an escape route, and I didn’t even want one.