Page 53 of The Sweetest Surrender

Chapter Sixteen

They skated throughout the afternoon until early evening before venturing off through the park. Surrounding the rink was an abundance of activities for families, couples, and children to explore. An 18-hole mini golf course was located on the south end, and a Valentine’s Day dance was hosted in the garden just beyond the picnic groves. Jordan held tight to Selena’s hand.

“Have you ever played golf before?” he asked.

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Interested?”

“If you’re teaching me.” She blushed, and Jordan reached out and tweaked her chin. “Come here.” He pulled them along, tucking her underneath him again as they walked together and entered the golf course. After grabbing the necessary equipment, Jordan stood behind Selena and positioned her just right, coasting a hand down her leg to separate them farther. Selena was using all the focus she could muster to really get an overview of the game and its rules. But Jordan’s tight clutches here and there, against her legs, then waist, then finally standing over her with his long limbs stretched down her arms was electrifying. Selena squirmed so many times she was sure to Harlem Shake right out of his arms. Jesus. There was no way her friends were feeling this type of bliss. Were they?

Selena glanced just over her shoulder into Jordan’s stare while she was bent just slightly, ready to take aim.

“Now pull your shoulders back.”

Selena did what he said.

“And,” Jordan coached her hand back. “Swing.” Together, they swayed, sending the ball flying down the green path toward its goal. Selena’s eyes widened with elation when she realized the ball was going to hit its mark. It bounced down off onto a third level and roamed around before falling into the hole.

“Oh my God!” Selena tossed her arms up with her gold club swinging in hand.

“Whoa!” Jordan’s reflex caught hold of the flying metal just as it left Selena’s fingertips with a slip.

“Oh!” Selena gasped and covered her mouth with shocked eyes. “I almost took you out!” She shrieked then laughed, doubling over at her clumsiness.

Jordan slipped his arms around Selena and cuddled her up. “You trying to have me out cold. What’s up with that?”

Selena laughed and shook her head, barely able to speak. “I’m so sorry,” she laughed, “I think I got overly excited.”

“That would be a safe assumption.”

Selena laughed some more. “Aww, baby.” She straightened with a smirk and slipped her arms up his shoulders. Warm hands landed on his face, thawing him immediately. The heat sank into his bloodstream and dove down to his groin. As cold as it was, neither of them wore gloves, and it didn’t seem to be a bother.

Selena pulled Jordan’s head down, and they kissed long, soft, and slow. Meeting his hungry gaze, she spoke, “How’s that? Does it make you feel better?”

A rumble cruised from Jordan. “That makes me feel something more than better.”

“Mmmm,” Selena moaned, “what if I did it again?” She leaned into his hot lips, melting into his mouth.

Jordan was an excellent kisser. His heated mouth took over Selena, making her yearn for him every second.

“We can take this back to my place,” he said. “As a matter of fact, we’re done here, right?”

Selena giggled and withdrew. “What about our dance?”

Jordan leaned his forehead into hers and exhaled, coaching his libido to remain calm. “You’re right.”

“But first I need to beat you at your own game.”

Jordan arched an inquisitive brow. Selena nodded. “Un huh.” She pivoted on her heels and walked away from him headed to the next hole.

Jordan stood by and watched Selena get into the stance he’d taught her and pull back with a perfect swing. The ball sailed down the pathway and found its goal quickly. Jordan boasted a magnanimous grin.

“Nice,” he said.

Selena did a jig and just as she went to raise the golf stick, Jordan flew to her side and clutched it in his palm. Selena turned slowly to face him still holding on, with both of their arms raised in the air while their others held firm to wrists and shoulders.

“I see right now I’ll need to guard you more often whenever you’re around a stick.”

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