Page 87 of Before You Say I Do
Jordan’s hands gripped the bed sheets as Abby’s tongue slid one way, then the other, slaloming over and around her, as if Abby were a world champion skier. Jordan was the course. She had no doubt she was glistening like virgin snow.
As her orgasm rumbled to life in her feet, then up through her legs and into her very core, Jordan writhed on the bed, her fingers clinging to Abby’s hair, driving her on.
“Don’t stop,” Jordan said, her voice barely audible, her spirit soaring.
In her mind, Jordan glimpsed the past six weeks in a flickering montage. Their meeting, their kiss, their sky-high fuck. But from the despair of the rehearsal dinner, now Abby was thrusting her fingers into Jordan, and sweeping her tongue over her one last time.
As she did, Jordan toppled into her own gorgeous oblivion, clutching Abby inside her. She came so hard, she wasn’t sure her vision would ever return to normal. She didn’t care. It was all worth it. Because it had all led to this.
To Abby thrusting once more. To Jordan sitting up, Abby’s fingers still inside her, their mouths coming together in a tangle of emotion and lust. To Jordan moaning into Abby’s mouth as she came again with such a force, she was surprised Abby was still on the bed. But when she stopped shaking and opened her eyes, Abby was still there. Still inside her. They were still one.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Jordan toppled back onto the bed, her laughter coating the air.
Abby flopped down beside her, laughing too.
Jordan was pleasantly, deliciously fucked, the sugar rush of sex still rolling through her. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
“You look like the cat who got the cream.” Abby kissed her lips once more.
Jordan cupped Abby’s cheek with her palm. “Does that make you the cat who ate the cream?”
Abby laughed. “Guilty as charged.” She took a deep breath, her gaze never wavering, before her cheeks coloured red and she looked away.
Jordan frowned. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
Abby shook her head, alarm creasing her face. “No,” she said. “If anything, the absolute opposite.” She paused. “I was just thinking this moment is so perfect, and you’re so perfect.”
Jordan let out a bark of laughter. She was far from perfect. “I’ll remind you of this moment when you find out the truth about me.”
Abby laughed again. “Keep up the facade as long as you can.” She brought her gaze back to Jordan. “But right now, you are. At least, you make me feel so much. It’s kinda scary.”
Jordan brought Abby’s fingers to her mouth and kissed them. “I know this is all new, but we can navigate it together. Rest assured, the next six weeks will not be as fraught as the past six.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.” Jordan did just that. “You’re not scared about being with a woman?”
Abby smiled, shaking her head. “That’s the least of my worries. You can’t help who you fall in love with.”
Jordan’s heart boomed. Abby loved her. It would take a while to get used to. “I love that you love me.”
Abby squeezed her bum. “You sound like a bad pop song.”
“I don’t care.” Jordan kissed Abby’s lips again. “Just to check, one more time. This isn’t a one-night stand? This is going to happen again?”
Abby grinned. “Hell, yes. Way sooner than you might imagine.”
Chapter 33
Jordan wokeup the next morning, her body aching in places she forgot she could ache. Even her calf muscles were sore. She smiled as she recalled the night before. Abby had given her a full-body work out, so she wasn’t surprised about the aches. In fact, as she wriggled in the bed, she revelled in them. They’d been a long time coming.
Unlike either of them.
She glanced left, where Abby’s eyes were still closed, her breathing regular. Her beauty made Jordan still.
She’d taken a chance yesterday. The biggest chance she’d ever taken in her life. The whole way driving with Karen, she’d questioned herself. Was she doing the right thing? Was her whole life about to unravel before her eyes? But every time she’d asked, she’d come up with the same answer. She had to try. She had to see if Abby felt the same way. If she crashed and burned, so be it.
But she hadn’t. She was lying in a posh hotel bed with the woman she loved.
