Page 42 of Before You Say I Do
Abby touched first, just ahead of Jordan. She took a deep breath, but ducked under the water at the same time. Bad mistake. She swallowed a ton of salt water. She broke the surface, choking. She bet she looked a sight.
Before she knew it, Jordan was behind her, her arms wrapped around Abby’s waist.
Jordan pressed down on her stomach.
Abby coughed. A small fountain of water spurted out of her mouth.
Jordan gave another press.
Abby duly coughed up more water. But that was the end of it, and then she was just coughing, trying to regain her equilibrium.
Jordan swam around to Abby’s front, hooking Abby’s arm around her neck to steady her. “You okay?”
Abby nodded. “I just want to say, even though I nearly swallowed the sea and am currently hanging off you like a straggly piece of seaweed, I won the race. Granted, not many style points, but I definitely won.”
Jordan gave her a grin. “You absolutely did.” She dropped her gaze to Abby’s cleavage, before moving it upwards.
Abby wasn’t sure which was worse. Jordan staring at her tits, her mouth, or into her eyes. Every part of her body and every inch of the air between them was loaded. It was delicious, but it was also purgatory.
She had to move, but she seemed frozen to the spot.
Besides, her arm was crooked in such a comfortable position around Jordan’s neck. She was almost sitting in her lap.
Think about something else.“Good move with the Heimlich,” Abby said. She could hear everyone else, but there was nobody else in her eyeline.
Jordan smiled. “I learned first aid at my old job, and it’s come in handy on hen weekends I’ve been on. You’d be surprised at the amount of mishaps that occur.”
Abby’s heartbeat thudded in her chest as Jordan’s voice dropped lower as she spoke, her tongue brushing her lips.
It would be so easy to lean forward now. To kiss her full lips in the semi-light of the cave. Instead, she pushed herself off the wall, rolled onto her back and stared up at the cave’s roof. It was far more calming than staring at Jordan’s lips.
Moments later, the silence was broken as the rest of the hen party entered the cave, splashing and chattering about how cold and dark it was.
“Was that a bat?” Taran shouted.
There were screams and splashes from the rest of the group. Within seconds, most of them had turned and swum out. Everyone apart from Delta, who was nearing the two of them. As she swam up to them, she gave them a grin.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Delta raised a single eyebrow. “You know, every time I turn around, you two seem to be together.” She turned her gaze on Abby, then Jordan. “Are you up to something? Plotting a surprise for the rest of us?”
Abby wouldn’t be surprised if Delta’s gaze had burned a hole in her skull, it was that intense. “We swam in here, then I swallowed half the sea.” Was guilt stamped on her forehead? She hoped not. “Jordan came to my rescue. So if she’s plotting anything, it’s not my untimely death.” She laughed, but it sounded hollow even to her ears. Or maybe that was the cave.
Jordan shivered. “But now I’ve saved the day, shall we get back to the yacht before we’re eaten by bats or die of hypothermia?” She swam a few metres, before turning back to them.
“That’s not on your spreadsheet, is it, Wonder Woman?” Delta gave Jordan a grin.
Chapter 17
Jordan ledthe group out of the cocktail bar. Their volume had crept up as the alcohol consumption rose. It was now at jet-engine level. Delta and Erin were the ringleaders as far as she could see, with Gloria making a valiant effort to keep up.
The superyacht had been a success. Abby hadn’t drowned, and Jordan had resisted pressing her up against the walls of the cave and kissing her into oblivion. Probably for the best. Since then, she’d got the group home, changed, out for dinner, and then to a swanky cocktail bar with shimmering gold walls and a gold-embossed menu, which Gloria had declared “fit for a princess!” So now, the whole group had renamed the bride-to-be, Princess Abby.
“What’s next on the agenda for Princess Abby?” That was Delta shouting at Jordan.
Jordan checked her phone. Their next stop was Club Orange, which was the only stop she wasn’t sure Abby truly wanted. She texted their driver to let him know they were ready to be picked up, and led the group to a lay-by a few metres away.
Their minibus appeared within minutes, and Jordan slid open the door, telling the driver where they wanted to go in smooth French. She’d always loved the French language, and was thrilled to put her skill to good use. That it never failed to impress women was a happy side effect. Tonight was no exception.
“You’re not my usual type, Jordan, but I could honestly listen to you chatting to that driver all night. Even if you are just telling him the quickest way to the club and to stop for a loo break on the way.”
