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The electricity in the air was palpable as she reached out and trailed her fingers lightly over his hand. He responded with a touch that was both tentative and deliberate, tracing the smooth skin of her arm. She felt a shiver run through her, intensifying the connection between them.
"I want you in bed," he growled. She sighed when he simply picked her up and cradling her in his arms, headed out and up the stairs.
His heart just stopped when she turned her face into his throat and started nuzzling. "You smell so good. I like the cologne, masculine and very sexy."
He knew it was mostly the wine talking, but he did not care. He was lapping it up like cream. Laying her down, he practically tore at his clothes, before joining her, his hands all over her.
Chapter 11
Everything was too bright. It felt as if someone was jabbing a pointed scalpel at the back of her eyes. There was someone else, possibly the same person, striking a hammer against her temples and she could not open her eyes. For one horrifying moment, she thought she had gone blind.
But then she managed to pry her eyelids open, only to be faced with the sun streaming through the thin curtains. And she was completely naked. Sitting up against the pillows, she pressed a hand against her chest to stop the roiling of her stomachand must have uttered a moan, because it had Jordan rushing towards the bed.
"Hi." His grin made her want to slap it away, but she was too weak for any kind of physical activity.
"I'm dying and I'm naked. Before you call the coroners, I would like you to put some clothes on me. I might be dying, but I still have my pride."
His grin widened as he handed her the cup of coffee.
"You're not dying."
"But I am naked, right?" She accepted the cup and wrapped her hands around it. Taking a swallow, she yelped as it burned her tongue. "Now I am definitely dying."
Taking the cup from her, he set it aside and pulled the covers up over her breasts.
"You never told me you have such a light head."
She shot him an accusing look. "You got me drunk."
"Babe, you had two glasses of wine, possibly three."
The endearment had her heart tumbling all over – all the way to her feet.
Clearing her throat, she looked away from him and focused at a point over his left shoulder.
"You should have stopped me."
"I did." Taking her hand, he wrapped her fingers around the cup. "You were asking for a fourth glass and I cut you off." Jordan chuckled softly, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. "You know, I did try to warn you about the wine. But you seemed so determined."
She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to muster some form of indignation despite her pounding headache. "Determined to what? Embarrass myself?"
"Determined to have a good time," he replied gently. "And you did. We did."
"I don't remember much about last night," she admitted, sinking deeper into the pillows and the warmth of the covers. "Except that you were there, and…" she trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"And we had fun," he finished for her, his tone tender. "No regrets?"
Her lips curled into a reluctant smile. "Regrets? Maybe just the wine. But everything else…" Her voice softened. "…everything else was good."
Jordan's eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and something deeper, almost affectionate. "I'm glad you feel that way. It's the first time I've seen you let go, just a little."
She sighed, closing her eyes to the bright sunlight and the sharp pain behind her eyelids. "Letting go is overrated. Especially when you end up with a hangover."
"How about some painkillers?"
"The entire bottle?" She asked hopefully, making him laugh.
"Three will do." Rising, he went into the bathroom to get the bottle and brought it back with a glass of water.
