bullshit after the crap you pulled out there.” I jerked my head in the direction of the bar. I could see Eli talking to Randall. He apparently didn't realize I hadn't come back from the bathroom with Riley.
“Look, I'm sorry, Mays. I didn't mean to lose my cool like that. But he was touching you and I could tell you didn't want him to. And...well...fuck...he was touching you!” he said in an agonized tone. His obvious jealousy fueled my anger. I leaned into him and dropped my words to a whisper.
“And what's it to you?” Was that seductive voice mine? I licked my lips and saw Jordan's eyes drop to my mouth.
“Maysie.” His voice was husky and he moved in closer to me. I should back up, move away. This was everything I didn't want but everything I craved.
“Why should it matter to you what he was doing? You and I have nothing, are nothing. More to the point, there is no such thing as you and I!” I hissed. Then my shoulders relaxed and my gaze dropped to the floor. “ You have a girlfriend, Jordan,” I said softly, my fury fizzling out the longer we stood close together in the dark space. That pull I always felt around him was back in full force and I placed my palm on his chest and felt the hammering of his heart beneath my palm. It was dim in the tiny hallway and I had a momentary flash of concern that someone would see us like this. Because we didn't look very innocent, nearly pressed body to body as though we needed each other to breathe.
“It matters to me, Mays. It matters a lot. I don't like seeing some other guy touching you. Not when it should be me touching you.” His hand slithered up my side, until he was cupping the back of my neck. I wanted to say something about Olivia. I wanted to yell at him for continuing to mess with my head like this. “I hated him calling you 'his girl.' Because I want you all to myself,” he dropped his voice into a seductive growl.
At that moment all I could think about was the fact that Jordan's lips were moving toward mine. “I want to kiss you. More than I've ever wanted anything,” he murmured, stopping just shy of my mouth. I held my breath, waiting for him to make a move because I was too scared to do anything. I was terrified of this irresistible force that was building between us. And then I shocked us both.
“Then do it,” I whispered, licking my bottom lip in anticipation. Something sparked in Jordan's eyes a split second before he slammed his mouth down on mine. He pushed me back into an alcove, pressing my back against the wall.
His traced his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened them, allowing him access. Inviting him. Welcoming him. His tongue plunged inside and I made a noise deep in the back of my throat that sounded an awful lot like a whimper. Jordan's hands dropped down to cup my ass and haul me up against him. I could feel his erection against my leg as our mouths mated with one another.
My hands slid up under his shirt and my nails dug into his back. Jordan moaned into my mouth, his lips becoming more frenzied. His kiss more urgent. I wanted him to drag me to the floor and have his way with me. I wanted to feel him buried deep inside me and yelling my name.
What I wanted obviously didn't matter, because we were suddenly interrupted by a group coming to the bathrooms. The girls chuckled as they caught sight of us tangled up in each other. I pulled my mouth away from Jordan's and tried to push him back with trembling hands, only gaining a few inches of separation.
“We can't do this,” I whispered unsteadily. Jordan's breathing was ragged and he rubbed his hand over his face. Then he stared at me and moved his hand so it ran down the length of my cheek.
“I've never felt this way about anyone. Ever,” he told me. The heat in his eyes had simmered down and now all I saw was
“Look, I'm sorry, Mays. I didn't mean to lose my cool like that. But he was touching you and I could tell you didn't want him to. And...well...fuck...he was touching you!” he said in an agonized tone. His obvious jealousy fueled my anger. I leaned into him and dropped my words to a whisper.
“And what's it to you?” Was that seductive voice mine? I licked my lips and saw Jordan's eyes drop to my mouth.
“Maysie.” His voice was husky and he moved in closer to me. I should back up, move away. This was everything I didn't want but everything I craved.
“Why should it matter to you what he was doing? You and I have nothing, are nothing. More to the point, there is no such thing as you and I!” I hissed. Then my shoulders relaxed and my gaze dropped to the floor. “ You have a girlfriend, Jordan,” I said softly, my fury fizzling out the longer we stood close together in the dark space. That pull I always felt around him was back in full force and I placed my palm on his chest and felt the hammering of his heart beneath my palm. It was dim in the tiny hallway and I had a momentary flash of concern that someone would see us like this. Because we didn't look very innocent, nearly pressed body to body as though we needed each other to breathe.
“It matters to me, Mays. It matters a lot. I don't like seeing some other guy touching you. Not when it should be me touching you.” His hand slithered up my side, until he was cupping the back of my neck. I wanted to say something about Olivia. I wanted to yell at him for continuing to mess with my head like this. “I hated him calling you 'his girl.' Because I want you all to myself,” he dropped his voice into a seductive growl.
At that moment all I could think about was the fact that Jordan's lips were moving toward mine. “I want to kiss you. More than I've ever wanted anything,” he murmured, stopping just shy of my mouth. I held my breath, waiting for him to make a move because I was too scared to do anything. I was terrified of this irresistible force that was building between us. And then I shocked us both.
“Then do it,” I whispered, licking my bottom lip in anticipation. Something sparked in Jordan's eyes a split second before he slammed his mouth down on mine. He pushed me back into an alcove, pressing my back against the wall.
His traced his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened them, allowing him access. Inviting him. Welcoming him. His tongue plunged inside and I made a noise deep in the back of my throat that sounded an awful lot like a whimper. Jordan's hands dropped down to cup my ass and haul me up against him. I could feel his erection against my leg as our mouths mated with one another.
My hands slid up under his shirt and my nails dug into his back. Jordan moaned into my mouth, his lips becoming more frenzied. His kiss more urgent. I wanted him to drag me to the floor and have his way with me. I wanted to feel him buried deep inside me and yelling my name.
What I wanted obviously didn't matter, because we were suddenly interrupted by a group coming to the bathrooms. The girls chuckled as they caught sight of us tangled up in each other. I pulled my mouth away from Jordan's and tried to push him back with trembling hands, only gaining a few inches of separation.
“We can't do this,” I whispered unsteadily. Jordan's breathing was ragged and he rubbed his hand over his face. Then he stared at me and moved his hand so it ran down the length of my cheek.
“I've never felt this way about anyone. Ever,” he told me. The heat in his eyes had simmered down and now all I saw was
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