"Xia. You have always been the most important person in my life. As afraid as I have been to ruin that, I was stopping the growth of something that's been there all along." Gently, he grabs both of my wrists and looks down at the cards. "This is your choice. This card…" He nods to the one with the shoe. "Is for the room on the left. Choose it, and we go back to being just friends. We'll pretend this week never happened and I'll be the guy you've always known. " He exhales. "Choose the other one, the door on the right, and we go for it. We finally stop holding back."
My eyes move back and forth between the cards before I meet his gaze. There’s no question which I'll choose but I hesitate and my heart fills with so many emotions. Fear, lust, excitement—I'm reeling. I can't believe he's felt this way about me the entire time. Everything takes on an entirely different meaning. Each tug, each touch, each time he’s gone above and beyond the call of friendship. There was always more behind his gaze. I wasn’t crazy. His eyes drift down to my lips and he wraps his arms around me again.
"I'll be fine with whatever you choose." His breath is warm as he speaks in my ear. "But fuck, baby. Choose the door on the right."
A smile grows on my lips and I pull back to look in his eyes. It seems like he’s holding his breath, but when I slide my hand around his waist and slip one of the cards into his pocket, he exhales.
“Let’s stop pretending,” I say against his lips.
“Fuck, yes," he says, then he kisses me.
13
JORDAN
I want her to open the door but I can't pull away long enough to let her. Our kiss is hypnotic as I press her against the wood. There’s so much in it and I feel every ounce of what she’s been holding back. The way she clings to me, the way our mouths move. Hungry, starved for the release that we stifled for way too long. Her breaths come out heavy as I kiss down her jaw, my hands sliding around her hip as I lift her leg and press against her. She moans and the sound makes my dick stand at full attention. The space around us starts to shrink into a reality where it’s just us. Moving against each other, breaking free of the cage that we’ve lived in.
“Jordan,” she breathes, squeezing my shoulder as her head falls back. “Open the door.”
I slide the key into the lock and it opens. We step backward, not wanting to break contact, but once we are fully into the room she gasps as something between a screech and a scream leaves her lips.
"Oh my God." Her eyes are bright as she looks around the room. Bright red flower petals sprinkle like droplets all over every surface. A box of her favorite candy, Tootsie Rolls, sits on the table next to a bottle of wine. "You did all this? When? How?" She says walking around the space.
"I slept here last night and set up the rooms."
"Ohh, wait… rooms?" Her face brightens. And though I’m still nearly out of breath, I smile and watch her eyes dance around the space. I love that she loves it. I’ve never done anything like this before and a small part of me worried it would be too cliché, but I’m happy I went for it.
"You're about to get so laid," she says, walking toward me pulling her shirt over her head.
She pushes forward on her tip toes and kisses me as she reaches behind her back to unsnap her bra. I stop her hand, pinning it behind her as it wraps around the thin band.
“No fucking way am I letting you rush this. You’ll love it more if I do it.”
She looks up at me through her lashes. “Show me.”
I take my time with her, exploring her, tasting her, savoring every second. After the way things ended the last time we did this, I plan to make every second count. I’ll be damned if she regrets it this time. My mouth travels from her lips down the valley leading to her breasts as I unclasp her bra. She shivers as I plant kisses over her warm skin, teasing her nipples with my tongue as she grips my hair.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it to the floor and grab her hips, trailing kisses down her body, stopping at the button of her jeans. She looks down at me, and I hold her gaze as I unbutton the pants and slide them down her thighs along with her panties. I can already see the wetness as it glistens on her shaven skin. My mouth waters as I bite my lip, my dick painful against my jeans. As much as I want to taste her, the need to appreciate this moment is just as clear. Here she is. This girl of my dreams how I always wanted her. Hot, wet, and in love.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, sliding my hands up her thighs, forcing her to part them slightly as I dip my tongue inside, tasting her. Her back arches and she lets out a satisfied moan as she clasps my shoulder to steady herself. I palm her ass, pressing my mouth deeper and tease her clit with my tongue until her body trembles and her moans turn to gasps as she bucks and rides my face, barely able to stand. Rising, I slide out of my jeans and boxers and back her against the bed. The second she gets the chance she presses her lips to mine.
Her lips are warm as she kisses me, soft at first, then a little deeper. It doesn't take long before we get lost in the moment. She moans and pulls me tighter against her as I lay her on the bed. The sounds she makes, the way she feels, it flips a switch inside me. My need grows and I ache to feel her and that connection that we've been burying for too damn long.
Her breathing comes out in hard pants and we slide against each other, her legs opening for me.
"God, I love you," I say, hooking my arm behind her knee and lifting her leg.
"I love you too."
She bites her lip and thrusts against my hand as I bury two fingers deep inside her. I could watch her this way for the rest of my life, Her skin glowing as she burns for me. How in the fuck did I miss this? My dick throbs hard, begging for attention, and out of instinct I squeeze it with my free hand before palming her breast.
"No, do that again," she moans. "I want to watch."
I don't hesitate. She watches as I slide my fingers out of her and rub her juices on my cock before wrapping my hand around it. I push the fingers of my other hand back inside her, pressing my thumb against her clit. She's dripping and moaning loudly as she grinds her hips. I continue to stroke my shaft at a steady pace and before long we both are teetering on the edge.
She's moaning so loud, and fuck, I've had about all of this I can stand. I pull my fingers from her body and climb on top of her. Smiling, she kisses me as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Just as I'm about to slide into her, a loud growl from her midsection takes me by surprise. I go still and she immediately starts laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I'm sorry." She chuckles. "But I'm so hungry."
"Shit, yeah you are." I laugh with her. "I've never heard someone's stomach growl so loudly," I tease.
"Shut up." She slaps my chest playfully.
"Seriously, let's get you some food before whatever's in there comes out and bites my dick off." I slide off of her and sit up in the bed.
Tears form in her eyes and she clutches her stomach laughing. "You're so stupid," she giggles.
"Well, we could try the lounge again or just order room, or…" I pause, just now remembering something.