Page 69 of Own the Eights Gets Married
After the last couple of days, she couldn’t fault him for asking.
“No, just kiss me,” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and doing her best to look kissable after going days without a shower, which was not an easy thing to do. Luckily, her pageant training kicked in, and, at least, she had decent posture.
“On the mouth?” he asked with a dubious look.
“No, in my ear!” she shot back.
His eyes went wide.
“Of course, my mouth!” she clarified.
“I do want to kiss you, Georgie,” he said, his expression softening.
She swallowed past the emotion in her throat. “You do?”
He took a tentative step toward her. “I’m sorry, Georgie.”
She stroked the scruff on his cheek. “I know you are. I’m sorry, too.”
“I don’t know why I said those things and got so worked up back at camp,” he confessed.
She cocked her head to the side. “I haven’t exactly been at my best either.”
A playful glint gleamed in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I still love you, Virginia,” he teased.
She chuckled, thinking back on Camille and Brice. “I can’t believe his middle name is Hannibal.”
“Right? What kind of parent would do that?” he mused.
She shrugged. “I hardly know anything about babies, but I know enough not to name one Hannibal.”
“Can I tell you something awful?” he asked with a wicked quirk to his lips.
“Always,” she answered.
“I thought it was hilarious Brice outed Camille for downing a bag of Cheetos.”
“Hey, I ate a tube of vegan chocolate chip cookie dough,” she countered.
“And that is what sets you apart from the Plunger Princess. You, Georgiana Jensen, and your binge food choice of overpriced organic cookie dough shows you’ve got class.”
She shook out her wild locks of hair. “Classy like this?” she asked, striking a pose that would surely elicit Kardashian approval.
“Classy like you traded out your double Ds for quadruple Ds,” Jordan replied, mimicking Brice’s surfer-dude-crossed-with-a-pretty-boy voice while gesturing to her chest.
“If they can handle this, we can handle this, right?” she asked, dropping the shenanigans.
He cupped her face in his hands. “I know we can,” he whispered against her lips before capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss.
This is what she needed. This man. Her More-Than-Just-a-Number, Jordan. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slid his hands from her face, down her back and pulled her body flush with his.
“Georgiana, I’ve missed this so much,” he breathed between kisses.
But she wanted more.
Like a Ferrari, her libido engine roared to life, going from zero to sixty in the space of a breath. She swayed her hips from side to side and brushed against his hard length.
“You are a naughty wilderness girl,” Jordan said, his voice growing gravelly, just the way she liked it.
