Failed?

I couldn’t help but think that I was going to turn the tables on him as I stood with my back to him. I was so sure that I would be able to control my emotions long enough to make him plead for me to touch him but I never took into consideration just how much I enjoyed his touch.

“Jordy?” I glanced over my shoulder – biting my lip as his smoldering gaze captured mine. “Are you...I mean,” I glanced down for a second before raising my eyes to his again. “Are you going to unzip me?”

“Hmm,” he grinned. “In a minute,” he leaned down to brush his lips against mine. The first caress was so light, I barely felt it. The second time his lips touched mine, he lingered for a moment while his hands slid up over my arms. “So evil,” he whispered hoarsely. “So evil,” he repeated and then chuckled. “But I see right through that Babe.”

“What?” I gasped as he spun me around and then pulled me against his hard body.

“Unzip you,” he raised a brow in amusement. “Do you think I don’t know what you were hoping to do?”

I gave him a confused look, not because I was trying to play innocent.

“You are so fucking hot,” he growled against my ear as his hips thrust against mine. “My head is spinning and all I can think of is being with you.”

“Yeah?” I gasped a little breathlessly.

His arms tightened around me and he buried his face against my neck where he mumbled something that I didn’t understand. When I asked him what he said he responded by gliding his hands up over my back until his fingers closed around the pull for my zipper.

At first he pulled slowly, taking his time – running his free hand down my back as he went. But soon, he yanked on the zipper so hard, I was certain he ripped my dress. When his hands reached my lower back, he released the pull and slipped his hands under the thin material. “So hot,” he nudged my chin upwards with his nose. “So perfect.”

My denial of such perfection never had the change to make it out of my mouth before he covered my lips with him.

“Perfect,” he nipped my lip between his briefly and then released it to take a small step back. His lids lowered as his hands traveled to my shoulders. “This dress,” he watched his fingers as they danced along the strap. “It needs to go.”

“I agree,” I rocked onto my toes and pressed my body against his – my breasts squished against his chest. “Wanna help me out of it?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m feeling a little flushed.”

His eyes flew open and he nodded. “Yes, I want too.”

But his hands never moved to start. Even as I stood there waiting, staring at him expectantly, he never slipped his fingers under the strap and slid it down my shoulder. With every passing second, I could feel my heart breaking. What if he doesn’t really want me? I thought as I lowered my chin to my chest. What if he looks at me and sees me as the woman who has been his friend, not the woman who is his girlfriend. Will we be able to -?

“Maybe we should go change,” he said finally as he let go of me. I barely heard him as he told me again about putting my bag in my old room because he wasn’t sure if I would want to spend the night in his bed.

I mumbled something incoherently as I turned to head towards my old room before I broke down in front of him. It hurt that he didn’t put my bag in his room. It hurt that after a month he wasn’t trying to get into my pants. But most of all the thought that maybe he wasn’t really into me hurt the most.

Once in my room, I closed the door and leaned back against it. I told myself that it was crazy, thinking that he wasn’t interested. I felt him, I told myself. He can’t fake how turned on he was – I’m surprised he didn’t wear a hole in his pants, that’s how hard he was!

He wants you, I continued. That’s obvious. Maybe he’s just a little nervous?

That had to be it. It was the only thing that made sense. Reassured, I pushed off the door, flipped on the light and started for the bed – only to slow down as I spotted my bag. “What is…?” My brow crinkled as I continued towards the bed while keeping my eyes on the plastic bag sitting on top of my bag.

Did he buy me condoms? I smiled at that thought.

No, I picked up the bag. It’s too heavy for condoms. Still confused, I reached into the bag and felt something solid and cool along with a piece of paper. Pulling both items out, I started to laugh.

In my hand, I held a bottle of massage lotion and a note from Jordan that read, “I don’t remember the last time you moaned my name – but I know can’t wait to hear it again.”