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I stand, hold my hand out to her and all my doubts momentarily fade away.
There’s no question I want to be with her.
No. I want it all—the professional life I’ve worked hard for and a future with Jordan.
Tough decisions will wait.
Tonight is all about her.
Chapter eighteen
Jordan
A Bit later
Today’s been a trip.
I knew once Peter and I returned to Seattle I’d freak out.
And I did.
Spent a good solid hour crying. The emotions of what happened last night overwhelmed me. The fact of the matter is, Peter owned me.
Body. Mind. Soul.
I’m insanely sore and stretched. I can barely walk because every step I take is a reminder of his monster cock pounding me into a blithering, orgasmic frenzy.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with the guy.
Which is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.
Earlier, I called Alex because she’s the only person in the world I know who’s been through something similar—with my brother, mind you. When I told her how fast things were going and how scared I am of giving Peter a real shot she schooled me. “Take it from me, don’t overthink it. Trust your gut. Go get your man and see where it leads. Stop being afraid of what might or might not happen.”
Her words were a much-needed jolt of reality. One text to Peter and now we're in the cozy ambience of The Pink Door sharing a tiramisu. Hands down, the best date I’ve ever been on. The conversation throughout dinner has been lighthearted yet flirtatious, filled with playful banter and subtle innuendos. Nothing too serious.
Peter feeds me the last bite. “The orgasmic look on your face when you eat chocolate.” He grabs my hand across the table. “I’d give anything to see it every single day.”
“What look?” I lick the last bit from the spoon. “When did you see me eat chocolate?”
“Uh…in Vegas, don’t you remember? I fed you a Toblerone in bed. You have the same look of rapture now as you did when I licked your pussy.” He squeezes my fingers between his and quirks an eyebrow.
And…my panties are wet. Of course I remember.
I remember everything.
“Peter.” I take a deep breath because I’m taking such a huge risk and I’m scared shitless. “Without trying to DTR, the things you said last night and this morning. I want you to know my feelings for you are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to scare you off, but uh…I just…”
“I’m in love with you.” He grips my fingers too tightly but I don’t care. “Does that define the relationship?”
All the breath is sucked out of my body. Is this really happening? Is this what being in love feels like? I thought I loved Cameron, but no.
This. Is. It.
Alex was right. Life is short. It’s time to be completely honest about my feelings and intentions.
He looks at me, waiting.
“I didn't mean to find a boyfriend. After Vegas, I came home feeling pretty humiliated. Cameron asked me out a few times prior to the trip, we lived in the same building at the time.” I chew on my lower lip. Opening up isn’t easy for me. “He asked me out and I went. At first, he reminded me of my pops. Tech guy. Nice. Goofy. Ambitious. The thing is, I’ve always been a relationship person. High school. Art school. The only one-night stand I ever had was with you. What happened scared me. I got tested. Was clean. Chose safe.”
