Page 57 of When We Fell Again
“Does that mean you don’t want to carry on where we left off?” My body still throbbed with need, despite the rude interruption.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me, babe? I’ve waited to be back with you for so long that I’ve had a serious case of blue balls.” He kicked off his jeans and launched himself onto the bed.
I doubted that was true, but given he then brought me to three orgasms with a combination of his fingers, mouth, and dick, I wasn’t about to complain.
It took a second interruption from the housekeeping team to get us to leave the room, well after the time we should have checked out.
“I’m starving,” I said as we walked out into the late morning sunshine. “Shame we missed breakfast.”
“It was worth it though, right?” Jordan grasped my hand, pulling me towards him and kissing my temple.
I twisted my head so I could meet his lips. “Absolutely.”
All thoughts of food left my head as we kissed; a slow, tender kiss that I wanted to last forever.
A loud growl from Jordan’s stomach made us break apart.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s hungry.” I giggled.
“I did work up quite an appetite earlier, even though I enjoyed what I was eating.” He winked. “Come on. Let’s go and find somewhere to eat.”
“We could just go back to my place,” I suggested.
“Nope.” Jordan shook his head. “We’re doing this properly, like grown-ups. We’ll go and get some breakfast, then go for a walk in the park.”
“Spoilsport.” I jutted out my bottom lip in a mock pout.
He slapped my arse. “Don’t worry, we’ll go back to yours after.”
“Thank God. I thought you’d gone off me.”
“Alexis Jagger, there is absolutely no chance of that.”
We found a small independent cafe close to the hotel that served breakfast and brunch all day. After getting a table in the corner, we both ordered coffee—after Jordan had checked it was okay for me to have caffeine again—and studied the menu.
“Mmm, there are so many delicious things on here.”
“I’m looking at one.” Jordan lowered his menu and fixed me with an intense stare.
Memories of his tongue shooting me out of orbit had me squirming in my chair, and it took all of my willpower not to drag him out of the cafe and back to mine. But he was right. We hadn’t done a lot of stuff like this when we were first together, partly because our student budgets hadn’t allowed it, so to have the opportunity to do it now felt good.
“Have you decided yet?” the waitress asked, hovering by the table, pen poised over her pad.
“I’ll have the eggs Florentine,” I said, putting the menu on the table. “No, wait, the smashed avocado with egg and bacon.”
“Sure?” The corner of Jordan’s mouth twitched. “I’m sure there’s a third thing on there you’d like.”
I made a face. “Definitely the avocado.”
“Good choice.” Jotting the order on her pad, the waitress grinned and turned her attention to Jordan. “And for you?”
“Easy choice. I’ll have the full English. I’ve worked up quite the appetite this morning.” His gaze made me warm from head to toe, making my cheeks flush.
“You got it.” She went over to the bar and put the order through the till before returning with our cutlery.
“When do you go on tour again?” asked Jordan, taking a sip of his flat white.
“Friday.” I sighed. He’d burst the bubble we were in, bringing me right back to reality with a bump.
