He nuzzled my neck, inhaling. “Couldn’t sleep.”
I took the beer from his hand, had a swig, then handed it back.
“What’s keeping you awake?”
He placed the bottle down beside him and let out a long breath. “Nothin’.”
Nothing!
Angry, tired, and completely pissed off with his lack of communication, I got to my feet.
“If you don’t want me anymore, Jordan – this whatever we have – then just say so! Just … please, stop … this!”
I swiveled on my heel and ran back to the hotel.
He caught up with me on the porch by the main door.
His hand closed the door I was opening. He came up behind me, pressing his chest to my back.
“I want you,” he said, rough, against my ear. “Don’t ever think for one f**kin’ second that I don’t. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone.”
“So, why all this?” I was breathing heavy, feeling confused, my heart thundering in my chest.
“All of what?”
I turned, curling my hands around the door handle as I leaned back against it. “You, being different … distant with me … I know there’s something you’re keeping from me.”
His eyes closed as if he were in pain. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
I reached for his hand, curling my fingers around his. “I just want you to talk to me.” I tugged on his hand, trying to encourage speech.
His eyes opened, staring down at our entwined hands.
A long breath. “I will…” He shook his head. “But not right now … not now.” It felt like he wasn’t even talking to me by this point.
Then his hands went to the door, either side of my head, and his lips came down hard on mine, no hesitation.
I wanted to push him away, tell him to talk to me now, not later. That kissing me wouldn’t solve whatever was eating at him.
But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want him to stop kissing me – ever.
He broke the kiss to pull my pajama tank over my head. Bending his mouth down, he took my nipple into his mouth.
My head fell back against the door with a thud.
I reached for him, unbuttoning his jeans. I slid my hand inside his boxer shorts, grabbing his hot, hard cock.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groaned, pushing himself into my hand.
Then things got heated and urgent and fast.
My pajama bottoms and panties were off, and before I knew it, I stood naked on the hotel porch, and Jordan – still fully clothed, was lifting me off my feet and slamming his c**k inside me.
I cried out from the quick invasion and the instant pleasure. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dug my fingernails hard into his shoulders.
This only set him off further.
He was hitting me with sure, hard thrusts, his jeans chaffing painfully against me, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was having him inside me. Nothing else mattered at that point.
We were outside, having crazy, furious, make-up sex in the early hours of the morning … all those things fueling it a hundred times hotter … a thousand times more intense.
“You’re mine, Mia,” he ground out as his hips pinned mine to the door, making love to me with a fierce intensity. “I’m never losing you. Never.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” I panted out, confused and turned on like never before. “Not ever.”
That was a handful of hours ago. And now I’ve woken again to find myself alone in Jordan’s bed.
I let out a sigh, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and pay a visit to the bathroom.
I put the clothes I was wearing last night back on as I hadn’t brought any clean ones from my room. Not even ready to talk to Jordan at the moment, I decide to go back to my room so I can shower, brush my teeth, and change into clean clothes. I grab my room key from his desk and head through the house of the hotel.
When my foot is on the first step to take me upstairs to the hotel, I hear two male voices. One is Jordan. The other I don’t recognize. They’re upstairs in the office.
I debate what to do.
I don’t want to go barging into the office if he’s talking with someone important. I’ll just go out through the back door, and walk around the hotel and come in through the lobby to get to my room.
I turn on the step, but stop when I hear my name spoken. It’s not Jordan who says my name. It’s the other man.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I walk up the stairs quietly, the voices becoming clearer.
“… can’t believe this, Jordan.”
I hear him sigh. “I know, Dad. I’ve f**ked up.”
His dad’s home? I smile at the thought of meeting his dad, but when Jordan continues talking, his words wipe the smile off my face.
“I was going to tell her, but … I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t find the words to start with.”
“The truth, Jordan. You start with the truth. I knew I should have come home the day I told you. It’s why I’ve come home today because you’ve been avoiding my calls. I knew there was something up.” A sigh. “I thought maybe you and Mia, had argued about it … I just didn’t want to believe you hadn’t told her because it’s not how I raised you. I know you really care about Mia, but you can’t just carry on with her, all the while keeping the truth from her. It’s not right. How do you think she’s going to feel when she finds out that you’ve known the truth about her mother for days and not told her?”