Page 58 of Before You Say I Do
However, seconds later, Abby glanced at Jordan and their eyes locked.
Desire and despair flowed down Jordan. She gave Abby a sad smile.
Abby returned it, before she wrapped her fingers around Jordan’s and squeezed tight. She held on until the plane had taken off, gripping until Jordan felt the blood supply might soon be cut off. She didn’t say a word. Once they were airborne, Abby stopped squeezing so tight, but still held on.
There was far less chatter on the way back, everyone tired after a packed weekend. When Jordan turned around, everyone had their eyes closed, lulled by the engine’s gentle rhythms. Gavin came up to Jordan, tapping her on the arm.
“I just wanted to ask, do you want me to do trolley service? Everyone’s either asleep or resting their eyes, and I don’t want to disturb them.”
Jordan shook her head. “Don’t bother. If they want something, they can press their call button.”
Gavin nodded. “Do you want anything while I’m here?”
Jordan glanced at Abby, who shook her head. “We’re good, thanks.”
Jordan pressed her head into the back of her seat, just as Abby began stroking the pad of her thumb up and over the back of Jordan’s right hand.
The desire that had been like a car idling at the side of the road revved up. As Abby moved her thumb left and right, a tingle spread through Jordan, starting at her clit and booming out through her body. Damn, she was in trouble.
She glanced at Abby, holding her gaze. She dropped down to Abby’s lips, and then back up, shaking her head.
She shouldn’t wind herself up like this. But Abby had started it, hadn’t she? Or had Jordan?
It didn’t matter in the end. From the heated stare Abby was giving her, she knew she felt it too. Whatever it was. This thing between them was growing bigger by the second.
Heat swirled in Jordan, and suddenly, it was too much.
The fasten seatbelt sign went off.
Jordan unclipped her seatbelt and stood, throwing Abby a pained look. She had to calm down and get away. It was all too much.
She took a deep breath, walking unsteadily down the aisle, passing the rest of the oblivious hens.
When Jordan looked back, Abby was standing and staring.
Then she strode towards her.
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What the hellwas she doing?
Abby had no idea. It was as if her legs were propelling her to an action she had no control over, and her conscience was absent without leave.
Something bigger than her was at work. Some greater power. Something that knew far more than she did.
Jordan opened the toilet door, and when she turned, did a double-take. “What are you…” she began.
However, as Abby followed her into the toilet and shut the door, the words died on Jordan’s lips.
Desire thrummed through Abby as she slid the lock on the door across with a definite clunk. The noise was deafening. It was also decisive. That one lock sealing their fate.
Their mouths hadn’t touched, but Abby was excruciatingly aware of Jordan. Those crystal-blue eyes watching her. The air dripped with delicious tension. Was this a mistake? She didn’t know. All she knew was she was sick of feeling bad. Especially when being with Jordan felt so good.
Abby locked her gaze with Jordan and like two magnets drawn together, they moved as one, their mouths fusing in a beautiful, forceful way.
Jordan’s kiss was bruising, exactly what Abby wanted.
She was done pussyfooting around. If she didn’t act now, she never would. This was her hen weekend. The last chance to dream. The final chance to push her limits, before she settled down.
