Page 55 of Before You Say I Do
Jordan shook her head, her blond hair brushing her collarbone. What would it feel like to lick along…
Stop it.
“You didn’t make an idiot of yourself. You were just a little drunk.” Jordan paused. “And a little cute, if I’m honest.” Jordan winced. “Which I’m trying really hard not to be.”
Abby licked her lips. Jordan had thought she was cute. Sexy cute or annoying cute? “We’re both too honest, that’s our problem. Most British people would have just avoided this altogether, wouldn’t they?”
Jordan gave her a half-smile. “Undoubtedly. It’s not in our nature, is it? I wonder what the French would do?”
Abby patted the kitchen island. “Have sex on here, then smoke a fag?”
Jordan’s laugh was like a bullet, piercing Abby’s defences. “You’re probably right. They’re a bit more carpe diem as a nation, aren’t they? Whereas we sweep it under the carpet, hoping it’ll all go away.”
Abby nodded. It all sounded terribly familiar. “The trouble is, I’ve been doing that most of my life.” It was only when she uttered the words, she realised their truth.
She swigged some more water. Her head was still full of cotton wool.
“I’m going to miss you when we get home.”
Jordan smiled. “You won’t. I’m still working for you until the wedding.”
“I know. But it’s not the same as having morning swims with you. Late night drinks. Hot tub chats.”
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Not forgetting middle-of-the-night hydration sessions.” She eyed Abby. “Probably for the best.”
Abbyshouldthink the same.
But she didn’t.
Jordan refilled her water, then walked towards Abby, stopping when she drew up alongside her. “You coming?”
Abby raised her eyes to Jordan’s. As she did, an explosion of want rippled through her. In the dim light, Jordan’s eyes were no longer an invitation to dive into the sea. But they were still vibrantly alive, and speaking to Abby. As was Jordan’s whole body. She could feel its warmth, the electricity jumping between them.
Abby snaked out a hand. She was acting on impulse. She couldn’t let this go. She had to know. What Jordan tasted like. How she felt in her arms. Her hand gripped Jordan by the waist and pulled her close.
Carpe diem.
Jordan’s face spelled surprise. She didn’t say a word.
Abby stared into her eyes, then dropped her gaze to Jordan’s lips. And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jordan.
The effect was like thunder inside her. As her lips slid across Jordan’s and drank her in, Abby’s whole body shook as a rumble rolled through her.
Abby had dreamed of this. The reality was ten times better.
Jordan gripped her waist, pulling her closer.
Their breasts melded to each other.
Abby groaned as desire slid to her core. When Jordan’s tongue snaked into her mouth, she wilted more.
She hadn’t been sure what she’d wanted to achieve. In her mind, she’d just wanted to finish what they started in the hot tub. A kiss. Just one. Just to know. To put her mind at rest.
But she knew now that was a complete lie. Because where the fuse had been smouldering, it was now well and truly lit.
Abby’s heart gave a kick, and her body flushed with total, overwhelming hunger. This kiss was pure dynamite. Pure lust. Pure her. Sliding her tongue into Jordan’s mouth waseverything.
Abby’s fingers clawed at Jordan’s breasts, teasing her nipples through the skimpy cotton fabric. She breathed in Jordan’s warm, sleepy smell. She never wanted her to leave.
