“Why don’t I just block him?” Jordyn had tried, but Dora had refused that.
“Absolutely not. He deserves to suffer and at least while I have your phone let me tell this dumb ass off.”
“But—”
“He deserves it.”
Jordyn cringed remembering his voicemails and texts. She hoped he wouldn’t be repeating his performance again tomorrow morning, but if he did, she was going to at least be ready for it. She slid the chain home, but was startled when a hasty knock sounded at her door. It was so soft that if she hadn’t been standing right there, she might not have heard it. Raising herself to her tiptoes, Jordyn peered through the peephole and smiled when she saw Steve standing on the other side of the door, looking at his feet.
Okay, it was technically tomorrow and not today, but he had come all the same.
“Be cool, be casual,” she advised herself as she hastily unlocked the door. “Steve,” she blurted out, catching the big man by surprise. He nearly jumped at her quick greeting and Jordyn screamed internally. She was not off to a good start in the way of keeping her cool.
“Jordyn, hey.” Steve looked anywhere but her face for a beat before he raised his eyes and finally met hers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…mean to come so late.” He cleared his throat. “You weren’t sleeping, were you? If I woke you up, I can always come back later.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and turned to move away but Jordyn darted forward and caught his wrist in her hand.
“No!” she exclaimed, and then froze, realizing what she was doing. 0/2 in looking calm and collected. She dropped his hand and crossed her arms, stepping back to lean against her door.
“If I had been sleeping, there is no way I would have heard you knock,” she joked. Jordyn moved to the side and pulled the door open wider. “I was waiting up for you,” she said and that time she did cringe. There was no way Steve was going to be okay spending his Saturday night with her when she was acting like this. “I mean, I didn’t want to not be awake if you came by…so I just—I was—um, awake, you know like people....do,” Jordyn closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. She was done trying to be cool. He had seen her naked already, had his hands and mouth on parts of her that no one else had, so what did any of this really matter anyhow?
She was into him. There was no pretending that she wasn’t.
“No, you didn’t wake me,” she finally settled on, prompting a raised eyebrow from Steve as he walked past her. Their bodies touched briefly, his hip brushing her thighs on his way past. Jordyn sucked in a breath at the lingering warmth of his body and hurriedly closed and locked the door.
“I think it’s too late for you to be doing any kind of home improvement.” She nodded at the work belt of tools slung over one of his shoulders, and the package with a new lock and doorknob in his hand. Steve followed her into the kitchen with a nod. The image he cut was mouthwatering.
Steve was sexy, but the man with a work belt and tools?
Fucking incredible.
“I think you’re right,” he said, putting the belt and hardware down on the kitchen table. When he looked back up at her, she felt her skin grow hot because there was no mistaking the look in his eyes, no mistaking the desire this man had for her.
“Come here,” he said, softly.
Jordyn had to force herself not to run the few steps between them. When she was standing in front of him, he reached out and ran his fingers down the side of her neck. Jordyn shivered at the drag of Steve’s fingertips over her skin.
“I’m sorry I kept you up.” Steve leaned forward and kissed her neck lightly. It was just a brush of his lips, really, but it made her heart pound so loud she wondered, hazily, if he could hear it. His other hand began to rub against her hip, fingers dipping below the waistband of the soft sleep shorts she wore.
Jordyn sighed shakily and leaned her head back giving him better access to her neck. “It’s okay,” she breathed. He moved his hand up from her shorts, sliding under her shirt, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her skin.
“It’s not, but I’ll have to make it up to you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Steve smiled, fingers squeezing her sides. “That’s not how I was raised. You deserve a proper apology.”
Jordyn looked up at him. “Then let’s hear it,” she said, a smile on her face. She didn’t want an apology from Steve, but the look he was giving her had her ready to do just about anything he wanted.
“How about I show you?”
“I-that, okay, that would be good,” Jordyn managed to get out even though she was now nervous in anticipation of what Steve might do next. “Whatever you want,” she added, trying for casual.
“Whatever I want?” he asked, pulling back from her with a gleam in his eye.
“I—yes?” she said, unsure, but then she swallowed and followed up with a more confident “Yes.” She could barely believe what she was saying, but she liked the way it made him look at her. His eyes slid to her couch, and Steve stepped in closer to her, making her take a quick step back. She might have taken another if not for Steve’s hands squeezing her ass.
“I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to do with you last night,” he murmured, walking her back toward the couch. Jordyn swallowed hard, her feet feeling clumsy as she backpedaled, but she stayed upright because Steve was matching her step-for-step, moving with her in tandem. Her hands twisted in his t-shirt and her breath came faster as Steve guided her exactly where he wanted her.
“No, you didn’t,” she agreed, breath catching when her legs bumped the couch’s armrest.
