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A somewhat comfortable silence settled over us as I worked, and I felt Jordan slowly relax under my palms. She leaned back against the tub, resting her head in my hands and closing her eyes. I let myself be absorbed into the rhythmic motion—washing, rinsing, moving further up to her scalp.
Time stretched and contracted of its own accord and it could have been minutes or hours that passed before Jordan spoke again.
“I’m sorry I got you wrapped up in all of this. I put you in harm’s way which was selfish of me.”
I pondered her words carefully before replying. “I want to be here. It’s dangerous. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t do it all over again.”
It was true. I wasn’t sure when it had begun, maybe even the moment I laid eyes on her in the alleyway. Maybe this connection between us had existed long before we met. I felt drawn to this woman, something inside me calling to something inside her. I was afraid, and out of my depth, but I wouldn’t be walking away just yet.
When Jordan didn’t respond I spoke again, all of my quiet contemplations floating to the surface. “Maybe I should sign a contract. It would take some of the heat off you if I did.”
“No.” Jordan’s reply was quiet but firm. “It wouldn’t be right. Besides, I want us to have the time to explore this… relationship. Without pressure from outside parties.”
“This is a relationship?”
Jordan twisted in the soapy water, turning to meet my eyes. “Isn’t it?”
I soaked in the sight of her. Naked, half-submerged and staring at me with those emerald eyes. The beckoning siren to my weary sailor. I had read those stories, I knew the watery fate that awaited me. But who was I to ignore her call?
My hand moved with a mind of its own, gliding over her damp hair to cup her face, thumb brushing over her lush bottom lip.
Jordan leaned into my touch, eyes unblinking as I moved closer. The previous thirst I had seen in her eyes was replaced with an expression of wonderment, an open infatuation and something deeper.
That first kiss was a delicate affair.
Jordan sat perfectly still as our lips touched, careful and curious, a moment that spiraled on into forever. And then she brought her hands to my face, kissing me back with an unbridled passion that lit a fire between my legs.
My stomach full of butterflies, my heart hammered a thundering drumbeat in my chest. Water sloshed over the edge of the bath, soaking my jeans as I tumbled into her. Our teeth knocked together at the urgency of the kiss and my hands traced a burning line of fire over her soft, warm flesh. My thumb grazed over her pebbled nipple, coaxing a moan from the vampire’s lips.
“Sky…” she murmured breathlessly against my mouth and I shuddered at the sound.
Never before had my name sounded so good on another’s lips. Never before had I experienced a desire so consuming.
I caught her bottom lip in my teeth, my hands exploring the dip of her throat, the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach. Jordan twisted her fingers into my hair when I brought my lips to her neck, dragging my tongue over the skin that swooped down to her shoulder, my movements reckless and fueled with exhilaration.
Egged on by my enthusiasm, Jordan fisted a hand in my hair, her mouth finding mine again. Her tongue parted my lips, probing and demanding, and I was happy to accommodate.
When we finally pulled apart I was gasping for air. The furnace between my legs demanded more, yearning for some kind of relief that only the naked woman before me could provide. But I wasn’t ready to go there yet. I wasn’t ready for that kind of vulnerability.
Jordan was watching me intently, her hand closed around the nape of my neck.
I gave her a small smile as the fog slowly cleared from my mind, panting hot breath into the steamy air. Jordan didn’t move as I got to my feet and pressed a kiss to her forehead, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door quietly behind me.
After I had left Jordan to finish up in the bathroom, I walked to her bedroom to change out of my dripping clothes. I left watery footprints as I walked, my body shaking violently in the cool air. I had yet to come to terms with what just occurred, but I was aware that the two of us had crossed some sort of line. We had stepped into uncharted territory together, and started on a course neither of us could deviate from.
I should have been confused, concerned at the intensity of this unspoken bond between us. But it felt right. Holding Jordan in my arms had seemed the most obvious course of action. Kissing her had felt inevitable. Her lips molded perfectly against mine.
I cursed as I peeled my clothes off, stumbling around in the dark looking for my stack of underwear that was stuffed somewhere in one of my many suitcases. I had just managed to locate and shimmy into a skimpy silk piece when Jordan walked in.
She wore a towel wrapped around her body and tucked under her arm, her damp hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. I had to drag my eyes away from her bare legs.
To my surprise she seemed almost shy as she made her way over to the bed and perched on the end of it. “You know that’s my underwear, right?”
I looked down at the garment I was wearing. Realized I did not recognize the lacy design. “Oh, right. Fuck, sorry.”
Jordan’s laugh was a short, breathy one. “It’s all right. It looks good on you.”
The silence stretched on between us. Jordan watched me from her seat on the bed, her eyes tracing my body like she was committing every curve to memory. Only when her gaze lingered on my chest and I became aware of my hardened nipples, did I turn away.
