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“Who knows you’re here?”
“No one. I don’t know who I can trust.”
“Me, baby. You can trust me.” He cradles my cheeks in his hands, and I know what’s about to happen. I can practically taste his lips on mine. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t let this happen. It’s only going to make it harder when he walks out that door, but I need this.
I need one more kiss to get me through the next fifty years of living without him.
CHAPTER THREE
Ryder
When my lips touch hers, it’s as if everything is finally right in my world. Two long excruciating years without tasting these lips. Never again. I’ll never go that long without kissing her again.
Her words swirl in my mind as I try to think of how to fix this. I need to talk to my brothers. I need them to know what’s going on, and that their businesses are at stake. I know that when we put our heads together, we can figure this out.
I won’t lose her.
Not again.
My hand slides beneath her hair and cups the back of her neck. I angle her just the way I want, as my tongue invades her mouth. She moans, and that sound goes straight to my cock.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
I allow myself to get lost in her. To relish the fact that she is finally in my arms, exactly where she belongs. It could be minutes, or it could be hours. All I know is that no one knows we’re here. Not a single soul will come knocking on our door. She has until Monday before her family thinks she’s coming home. There is nothing I have to do that’s more important than being here with her.
Easing out of the kiss, I press my forehead to hers. “I fucking missed you.”
“I—I missed you too,” she whispers. There is a crackle of emotion in her voice that tears at my heart. “I wish things could be different.”
Pulling back, I rest my palms against her cheeks. Her big brown eyes stare back at me. I can see her pain. She didn’t want to leave me. I believe her. I trust her. Some might call me crazy, but this is the woman I love. I know her. That’s why I had such a hard time accepting that she just left without telling me. We made plans. Long distance sucks, but our love was strong enough to withstand it.
This moment proves that.
“She won’t win, Jordyn. We’ll figure out a way. I’m going to talk to my brothers. I’m going to tell them about her threats, and we’re going to form a plan. I’m not losing you.”
Tears roll down her cheeks. “I don’t see how, but we’re here together right now.” Her hands slide to the front of my shirt, where she begins fumbling with the buttons.
I stand still, letting her undress me. My cock strains in my dress pants and presses painfully against the zipper. It’s been two years with nothing but my hand for relief. That’s about to change. My girl is home, and I’m going to show her exactly how much I missed her.
Once the last button is freed, I quickly remove my shirt and toss it to the floor. “Arms up,” I tell her. Reaching for the hem of her tank top, I lift it over her head. Her chest is heaving with each breath, making her breasts look edible in the white lace bra.
I take my time running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Goose bumps break out across her skin, and I bite back my smile. Trailing an index finger down the column of her neck, over her collarbone, and dipping into the valley between her breasts. Needing her skin against mine, I reach both hands around her and make quick work of removing her bra. I assist her in lowering one strap and then the other, before tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the hotel room floor. She’s here, in the flesh. My Jordyn yet different. She’s clearly lost weight that she didn’t need to lose, and the exhaustion she carries is evident in her features. I want to take all of her worries away. Tonight, I want her to stay here with me in the present—nothing between us but the love we share.
With one hand pressed against the small of her back, keeping her close, I use the other to trace her nipple with my thumb. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, and I know that no matter how slowly I want to take this, it’s just not going to happen that way. Not this time. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside her.
I need her now.
“I need you naked, sweets,” I tell her.
She lifts her head, and her brown eyes are sparkling. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you call me that.” The softness in her gaze is all too familiar. A look I’ve missed more than I can express.
