Page 43 of A Million Times, Yes
Me:I was hoping you were going to say that.
“For someone who worked her ass off yesterday, I thought you’d have a slower pace this morning. But not you,” Jordan said as he stood in front of me. “You ran those five miles like they were nothing.”
Instead of parting at the intersection that Jordan normally took to go home, he’d followed me to my apartment, where we caught our breath outside the front entrance of my building.
“Well, I got a good night’s sleep, which I wouldn’t have gotten if I’d stayed with you.” I winked at him.
He reached for my waist and pulled me toward him. This was the first time he’d really touched me all morning, and as soon as I was within his grasp, I realized how much I’d missed it. There was nothing like it—the sensation of his fingers on my skin, the protectiveness in how he held me, the passion in the way his thumbs stroked my hips.
“You’re saying I don’t let you sleep?” he asked.
“You do, but only for small intervals of time.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. “And then I wake up when I feel your lips on some part of my body.”
“I can’t help it. I just want to taste you all night.”
“I’m not complaining. Trust me.”
He leaned down and kissed me. It was slow, sultry. I expected to taste sweat but didn’t. There was only mint and hunger on his mouth.
“Are you sure you have to go to work?”
That gritty, demanding tone was almost enough to make me want to call in. If I hadn’t helped with Mom’s move, I would have. Between the two of us, my savings was drained.
“I have another thirteen-hour shift ahead of me,” I groaned. “And one more tomorrow, and then I’m back to my normal hours.”
“I want normal.” He tightened his clasp on me. “I want you in my bed.”
There was heat in his beautiful green eyes and a need in his mouth. Both were so strong that I grinned. “I love when you miss me.”
“You know what I love?” He pulled our bodies even closer together so there was nothing between us. “When you say yes.”
“I haven’t given you many no’s.”
“Even one is too many.”
I fanned my fingers through the back of his hair, the ashy-brown locks soft and silky. “The next two nights are all about work, and then I’m having a girls’ night with Emily. My bestie and I desperately need some time together. Then—what is that, Friday? Or Saturday?—I’m all yours.”
“You’re saying I have to wait that whole time to have you again?”
I laughed. “You have me every morning for five miles.” I lowered my hands to his chest, the hardness of his pecs one of the sexiest things I’d ever touched.
“It’s not enough.”
“It’s going to have to be until this weekend. Will you be back in your apartment by then?”
He let out a long exhale. “I don’t know.” He nodded toward the building behind me. “We can always go to your place.”
“And be extra quiet? You don’t know how to do that.”
He chuckled. “You’rethe screamer.”
“Because it’s what you do to me—and I expect nothing less from you, so there’s no way we could ever have sex at my place.”
“Fair.”
I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Looks like your place is our only option, or the hotel—whichever works.”
His hands slid up my back and across my cheeks, holding my face to his. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
