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I jerk back, breaking our connection.What now?
“I think I might be catching feelings.” She blinks, her voice shaky as if she’s worried about confessing how she feels about me.
Oh.
Oh, hell.
Hell, yeah.
“For you,” she clarifies as if I didn’t already know.
Gnawing at the side of her mouth, she’s oblivious to the crazy backflips my heart is performing.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to continue this arrangement we have, Jordy.”
She’s crazy if she thinks I’m ending things with her.
“You’re catching feelings for me?” I ask, the words falling out of my mouth with excitement.
Her face flushes, deepening to dark crimson. “Caught feelings for you, present tense.” Brows hunching together, I can tell she is confused because she’s right. This wasn’t part of the plan, but I’m totally here for it. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. It’s confusing.”
It’s fucking incredible is what it is.
I place my knuckle under her chin and touch her plump bottom lip with my thumb. “I’m not confused, and I don’t want to end this. I know how I feel about you.”
“How do you feel?” she whispers so quietly I can barely hear her.
“I feel everything, everywhere. Especially here.” I point to my heart. She’s penetrated it and settled in like she’s always lived there.
She gives a small, dismissive shake of her head. “We weren’t supposed to catch feelings.”
“And yet, we have.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Lola
Jordy didn’t run a mile in the opposite direction like I thought he might.
Instead, he’s kissing me like it’s the last kiss of a soldier heading into battle. Which is what I feel like I’ve been doing every day since my father died.
It’s been the hardest year of my life, and Jordy is one of the best things to have come out of it.
He feels the same as I do.
I feel everything, everywhere.
With his lips on mine, his hand cupping the back of my neck to deepen our kiss, this man is making it impossible for me to imagine being like this with anyone but him.
Every touch of his is intense and potent. Each lick of his tongue against mine, addictive.
Pulling my top with his name on it up over my head, he breaks our kiss before his lips are back on mine again. Unhurried, he kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples through the royal blue lace fabric of my bra to make them hard.
I let out a moan when he pinches them harder before his hands move to the clasp, allowing him to remove my bra completely.
Leaning down, he licks my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, and rolling my other one between his expert fingers.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, feeling a rush of arousal between my legs.
