washed her face and her hands. She’d used the bathroom and considered a shower but blew it off. After dinner. The sweet pulsing pleasant ache in her sex wasn’t something she was ready to wash away. And the heat would keep her from feeling the subtle pulse of where her bonds had been.
When she shut her eyes, alone in the tiny bathroom, she could feel the heavy welcome crush of his body on hers. The wet stroke of his tongue over hers. His hot breath on her ear and her neck. And the words…all that he’d said to her—all that had pushed her over the edge—ricocheted around inside her head, a constant cherished hum of information.
He loved her.
He’d loved her for a long time.
It made loving him a bit easier for her to handle.
A soft knock and she turned toward it. “You eating, Jojo?”
“Yes. Of course.”
When she opened the door he was filling the doorway, his lean body looming over hers. Jeans low on his hips, feet bare, hair mussed—he was a work of art, she thought. So much like her though now that she knew…she saw their differences.
Bonnie Donaldson. You’ll make it right for him…
“Steak’s ready. Simple sides. A salad and some bread. Some wine.” He pinched her nipple gently through the light robe she’d thrown on. The pink tip pressed the fabric in response to his touch.
“Sounds good. Sounds perfect.”
He leaned in, kissing her gently at first but then pushing her to the wall and taking her mouth. His cock ground against her hips and she wanted him all over again. It was a slam of emotion she had not expected and it made her throat tight and her stomach tingly for a second.
“And you’re still in trouble,” he said.
“For what?”
“For coming.”
“But—“
“And for pushing me over the edge and making me come.”
So that’s how it was. She would be punished for both. A buzz of terrified anticipation raced along her skin.
“This time we’ll get you used to leather.”
“Leather?”
“You’ll see,” he said, taking her hand. “But first, we eat.”
The steak was perfect. He’s always been the one to cook it the way she liked. Their father had always turned it into a crispy critter, as she and Gareth called it.
“What are you going to do tomorrow? I do have to work on that roofing job with Mikey.”
She shrugged. “No idea.” But she did. She’d try and find Bonnie.
“What are you going to do about your job…your apartment?” His voice changed a bit when he said it.
There was fear in there.
“I don’t know,” Jordan said. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
It would be silly to assume just because they were weeding out the truth and they were sleeping together that she was welcome to stay indefinitely. She’d never assume that or try and move herself into his life. Gareth had always prided himself on his bachelorhood and his lone wolf attitude.
Besides their dad, no one had been a constant in his life once Jordan moved away.
“Oh, well, you don’t have to worry about money while you’re here. The will’s being worked out and obviously you’re in it. But also, there’s a monthly allowance in place that will more than feed and clothe and put a roof over our heads.”
“Dad had his shit wired tight in that department,” she laughed. “The money guru.”
“You know it.”
They ate the rest of the meal in relative silence. A pretty comfortable silence. But under it Jordan could sense some kind of uneasiness from him. But she couldn’t put her finger on it.
When he wiped his mouth and threw his napkin down he grinned at her. “Dishes first or after?”
“What?”
“Dishes first or second ?”
“First or second to what?”
“Your punishment.”
Jordan had so struggle not to choke on her final bite of dinner.
“You were serious about that?”
He brushed an errant hair from her brown. “Sweetheart, I never joke about that .”
Chapter Eighteen
She’d chosen the dishes. But as she washed them she wondered why
When she shut her eyes, alone in the tiny bathroom, she could feel the heavy welcome crush of his body on hers. The wet stroke of his tongue over hers. His hot breath on her ear and her neck. And the words…all that he’d said to her—all that had pushed her over the edge—ricocheted around inside her head, a constant cherished hum of information.
He loved her.
He’d loved her for a long time.
It made loving him a bit easier for her to handle.
A soft knock and she turned toward it. “You eating, Jojo?”
“Yes. Of course.”
When she opened the door he was filling the doorway, his lean body looming over hers. Jeans low on his hips, feet bare, hair mussed—he was a work of art, she thought. So much like her though now that she knew…she saw their differences.
Bonnie Donaldson. You’ll make it right for him…
“Steak’s ready. Simple sides. A salad and some bread. Some wine.” He pinched her nipple gently through the light robe she’d thrown on. The pink tip pressed the fabric in response to his touch.
“Sounds good. Sounds perfect.”
He leaned in, kissing her gently at first but then pushing her to the wall and taking her mouth. His cock ground against her hips and she wanted him all over again. It was a slam of emotion she had not expected and it made her throat tight and her stomach tingly for a second.
“And you’re still in trouble,” he said.
“For what?”
“For coming.”
“But—“
“And for pushing me over the edge and making me come.”
So that’s how it was. She would be punished for both. A buzz of terrified anticipation raced along her skin.
“This time we’ll get you used to leather.”
“Leather?”
“You’ll see,” he said, taking her hand. “But first, we eat.”
The steak was perfect. He’s always been the one to cook it the way she liked. Their father had always turned it into a crispy critter, as she and Gareth called it.
“What are you going to do tomorrow? I do have to work on that roofing job with Mikey.”
She shrugged. “No idea.” But she did. She’d try and find Bonnie.
“What are you going to do about your job…your apartment?” His voice changed a bit when he said it.
There was fear in there.
“I don’t know,” Jordan said. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
It would be silly to assume just because they were weeding out the truth and they were sleeping together that she was welcome to stay indefinitely. She’d never assume that or try and move herself into his life. Gareth had always prided himself on his bachelorhood and his lone wolf attitude.
Besides their dad, no one had been a constant in his life once Jordan moved away.
“Oh, well, you don’t have to worry about money while you’re here. The will’s being worked out and obviously you’re in it. But also, there’s a monthly allowance in place that will more than feed and clothe and put a roof over our heads.”
“Dad had his shit wired tight in that department,” she laughed. “The money guru.”
“You know it.”
They ate the rest of the meal in relative silence. A pretty comfortable silence. But under it Jordan could sense some kind of uneasiness from him. But she couldn’t put her finger on it.
When he wiped his mouth and threw his napkin down he grinned at her. “Dishes first or after?”
“What?”
“Dishes first or second ?”
“First or second to what?”
“Your punishment.”
Jordan had so struggle not to choke on her final bite of dinner.
“You were serious about that?”
He brushed an errant hair from her brown. “Sweetheart, I never joke about that .”
Chapter Eighteen
She’d chosen the dishes. But as she washed them she wondered why
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