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I reached my hand around her neck, fisting it in her hair and causing her to moan again. I had thought about this moment more times than I could count, but even my wildest dreams had no bearing on the reality of it. The way our lips fit together, the taste of her, the smell of her sweet, beautiful skin, it was all too damn much.
My hands moved again, roving down her body. I could feel the curve of it under the swaths of clothes that she was wearing, and all I could think about was how her skin would feel pressed against mine.
She arched her back into me, and our lips broke apart. She panted hard, and I could feel her heart racing as my hand stopped to cup and knead her breast before continuing its journey down her body.
“Blake,” she moaned, and I brought my mouth back to her skin.
I kissed along her jawline, making a trail to the bottom of her ear and then to her neck. Her breaths were becoming even more erratic, and when my hands reached her ass, I gave it a firm squeeze before lifting her and wrapping her legs around my waist.
She ground into me, and my already hard cock swelled at the contact.
Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me.
I took a few steps forward, setting her on the kitchen table. I had no idea how far she wanted to take this, but I knew I would see it through until she told me to stop.
I brought my lips back to hers, but just as my tongue dipped into her mouth, a shrill, bleating sound rang out, filling the air around us. Our lips broke apart, the heat of the moment we had found ourselves in shattering entirely as I pressed my forehead to hers, both of us panting heavily.
I reached my hand into my pocket, pulling out the phone that was the culprit for the interruption. As my eyes dipped to the screen, my blood ran cold.
Jourdan’s name danced along the glass, bringing with it the stark reality of what I had just been doing and with whom.
I jumped back, putting as much distance between us as possible. When I glanced back at Nell, she pushed herself off the kitchen table and was smoothing down her now-mussed hair.
“It’s your brother,” I said, and the color drained from her face.
“Don’t answer it.” She pled.
“If I don’t, he’ll just keep trying. He’s persistent.”
“Just tell him you were working and didn’t hear it. Answer it somewhere else.”
I nodded, allowing it to continue ringing in my hand until it finally went silent. I wasn’t sure what to say, now that the moment between us had died, I could tell by the look on her face that she thought it was a mistake. And at that point, my thoughts were too jumbled to know if I agreed with her or not.
“I’m gonna go. I’ll drop off the heater later.”
I waited just long enough to hear her mumbling, “ok,” and then I made my way out the door.
Once I was out in the hallway, walking away from her apartment and having given myself enough distance, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and called Jourdan back.
As the line began trying to connect, I sent out a quick prayer to the universe that he wouldn’t pick up. But of course, my luck was not that good.
He answered on the third ring.
“Blake,” he barked into the phone, not even sparing me a solid greeting. “I can’t do this, man.”
Jourdan’s voice was high-pitched and agitated, and suddenly my focus was pulled away from Nell and what I had just been doing with her and was diverted entirely to my best friend.
“What do you mean? What’s going on?”
"Juniper,” Jourdan answered, and my heart sank. “Ever since you told me where she lives, that it’s in one of your buildings, I can’t stop thinking about going to see her. We have so much to catch up on. So much that I want to say, but I just don’t…. I don’t know what to do.”
I could hear things moving and shifting around him on the other end of the line, and I got the distinct impression that he was pacing. I could picture him in his large, modern, high-rise apartment that bordered Central Park. His reddish blonde hair askew from raking his hand through it as he agonized over whether or not to contact the sister he hadn’t seen in six years.
I hated that he was going through this. And hated what I needed to do even more, especially in light of the fact that I’d just had my tongue down said sister's throat and her legs clenched around my waist.
blew out a breath. “Have you told Justine yet?”
“Of course I’ve told my mom,” Jourdan said, his voice incredulous. “For the last year, she’s been wondering if Juniper was even alive because we haven’t heard anything at all from her. Nothing. Absolute radio silence. And now you just throw this bomb at me that she’s fine and living inQueens, of all places.”
