It All Changes

It happened so fast. One minute I was charging out into the kitchen, determined to tell Jordan that a month just wouldn’t cut it for me. Then the next thing I know, he’s flashing me the baby monitor - wordlessly telling me that he heard my entire conversation with Jenna - before drawing me as close as possible with Jenna in my arms and kissing me. Really kissing me! And I responded! Oh boy did I respond!

Now I’ve been kissed by some really hot guys before - Will, Mike and Josh, just to name a few - and I always thought that those kisses were something. Boy was I totally wrong! All three of those guy’s kisses rolled into one probably couldn’t get the reaction from me as Jordan’s kiss did.

I felt something before - when I kissed other guys - the desire to be closer and feel their hands on my body but with Jordan? Oh Lord! I wanted to melt into him, take the kiss deeper, and mold my body to his. Then it happened, something that never happened to me before. He was kissing me - his hand was at my waist while the other rested on my arm as I held Jenna - when a cold shiver ran up my body, all the way to my skull. It felt so good. The shiver wasn’t what made me pull away from his kiss through. No. I pulled away because suddenly I could feel a warm wetness between my thighs and the tightening of my nipples under the thin material of my nightshirt.

I couldn’t look at him when I pulled away, even though I heard the concerned questioning tone in his ragged voice when he asked me what was going on. Without a word, I lowered a wiggling Jenna to the floor and straightened up, unsure of what was happening. “Anna? Please tell me what I did wrong.”

Shaking my head, I glanced up at him; my gaze focusing on his lips as my fingers pressed gently against my own. I could still feel his lips; I could still taste his kiss.

“Then…” he looked down at Jenna as she hit him on the thigh with her sippy cup. Taking the cup from her, he went to say something but she took off. Right to her highchair; she was hungry. Jordan turned back to me, “I have -”

As he was turning back, I lifted my fingers from my lips and reached out to press them against his. I’m pretty sure I looked silly to him at that moment, tracing the outline of his bottom lip as I stared at him in what I could only imagine was wonder.

“Anna?” He chuckled softly. “What’s going on?”

Curling my hand, my palm brushed against the two days worth of stubble on his jaw.

“I know, I should’ve shaved but with everyth -”

There was a loud bang, we both jumped and turned towards Jenna. She was staring back at us, her little lip trembling as the highchair rested on its side in front of her.

“I better…” he motioned towards Jenna.

Still a word hadn’t passed my lips. It would be a while before I could finally voice any thought whatsoever.

Standing just inside the kitchen, I held my right arm across my chest so that he wouldn’t notice my response to his kiss. I watched him with Jenna and I noticed things about him that I didn’t see before. Like the way the pj pants he wore hung seductively from his hips and how the thin material of his shirt hugged his shoulders, making him seem so much broader than I could recall.

After righting the highchair and making Jenna laugh, Jordan deposited her into the chair and turned around - catching me watching him. Slowly, his mouth turned up in a smile and I swear I sighed. Thankfully his attention turned to getting Jenna breakfast; otherwise he would’ve seen my fingers press against my lips once more. Oh God! I whined mentally. I wanted him to come back and kiss me again. To drag me into his arms and really make my body shudder with desire.

While I stood there watching his every move, Jordan placed a couple pancakes onto a small plate and cut them into small pieces for Jenna before going to the fridge to pour her some milk. “Ok,” he moved towards the highchair where Jenna sat waiting. “Daddy made your favourite this morning J-Roll, pancakes.”

Jenna was grinning when Jordan came towards her with the pink plastic Dora plate but when he set it on the highchair’s table; she leaned in, screwed up her nose and tried to push it over the edge.

“Jenna, don’t!” Jordy frowned as he stopped her. “What’s wrong? You love pancakes.” Picking up her fork, he speared a piece and lifted to her mouth. “Come on; eat your breakfast like a good little girl.”

Jenna batted at the fork and the pancake piece fell into his lap.

“Jenna! That’s not nice at all!” He gave her a stern look and she responded with a stubborn one of her own as she tried, once again, to push the plate off the table. “I don’t understand,” he removed the plate before it ended up on the floor. “She always loves my pancakes.”

The sad look on his face was what it took to finally make me stop being a complete moron. I made my way over to them, looked down at Jenna and the plate Jordan held - she was eyeing the pancakes, so I knew she wanted them.

“Oh,” he nodded towards the cupboard. “They may not be all that hot,” he grinned and told me he got distracted. “But feel free to help yourself while I try to get Miss Fussy Pants to eat.”

“Ok.” I intended on flashing him a smile and then going to help myself but when I looked into those green eyes, I couldn’t help but lean into him and press my lips against his jaw.

“Mmm,” his arm slipped around my waist and he held me close. “I like that,” he murmured as he lowered his head to brush his lips against mine. “And I really like that; I plan on doing more of that soon.”

“Jordy…” I couldn’t believe it; I was blushing like a schoolgirl again.

“Go on,” he playfully pushed me away. “Eat.” Turning back to Jenna, he told her that I was going to eat her pancakes if she didn’t want them - she didn’t seem to be too worried about it.

I went about getting myself some breakfast - poured a glass of orange juice and stacked a couple pancakes on a plate - and then sat down at the table. I had just cut into it when I stopped, “Jordy?” I glanced around the kitchen. “Where’s the syrup?”

“Syrup?” He repeated and then spun around. “Of course! That’s what she wants…syrup!” Apologizing to Jenna, he crossed the room and pulled a squeeze bottle of syrup out of a cupboard. After squeezing little drops onto each of the pieces, he dropped the bottle off to me and went to Jenna. “Do you want this now?” He laid the plate down in front of her.

Jenna went to bat at the plate but stopped when she saw the syrup. With a giggle, she picked up a piece in her fingers, looked it over and then put it in her mouth.

As his daughter ate happily, Jordan helped himself to the remainder of the pancakes. “Syrup,” he shook his head. “I can’t believe you distracted me that much!”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “It’s not my fault that you are easily distracted.”

Instead of replying, he gave me a ‘yeah, right’ look and popped a forkful of pancake into his mouth. A little drop of syrup remained on his bottom lip and as he chewed, my eyes were drawn to that spot. Oh God did I want to help him with that.

Stop it! My inner voice snapped. He’s not just some piece of meat to devour; he’s your best friend. Do you think he would appreciate it if he knew what you were thinking right now? My eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes - he chuckled and winked at me! Oh he’d appreciate it alright.

“What are you doing?” I raised a brow when he leaned towards me with his lips puckered up.

Laughing, he told me that I was concentrating very hard on his mouth. “I figured you just wanted something.”

“Mmm,” I grinned. “You have a little syrup on your lip.”

“In that case,” he slid his chair right next to mine. “I’m ready for the classic ‘you got something on your lip’ removal scene.”

“Yeah, ok,” I threw my napkin at him. “There you go, remove it.”

“That’s not fair,” he said all pouty. “I would do it if it were you.”

“I bet you would.”

We sat there, merely inches apart, and I couldn’t stop glancing from his eyes to his lips and back again. Finally, I just had to do it. Tilting my head, I went to lean into him when a sudden noise outside the house made me jump.

“Damnit!” Jordan cursed. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that we weren’t alone anymore. “That would be Mike. I took today off work so I could spend some time with him while Eric was running around town in interviews for most of the day.”

“Oh,” I settled back against my chair.

“Yeah,” he sighed, wiping his mouth with my napkin as Mike knocked on the front door again.
“But on a brighter note,” he said as he got up and was half way to the door when he said that he couldn’t wait to tell Mike about us.

“No!” I jumped from my chair. “You can’t tell him.”