Page 15 of Exhale
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Jordan hissed and rounded on the bigger man.
“You have no idea,” Owen muttered, advancing closer.
Jordan stepped back, and Owen advanced again, but Jordan kept backing up.
“Shit!” His arms wobbled, swinging out wildly when his foot hit the edge of the pool.
Owen reached out and fisted the front of his shirt. Jordan couldn’t take one more second of Owen’s touch right then without his world imploding—so he jerked away, stepping sideways. Owen went forward, still fisting his shirt, and ended up going over and into the pool.
Jordan went with him, and water closed over his head. The first thing he thought of was his fucking phone. He yanked it from his pocket, and when he hit the surface, he tossed it up on the edge of the pool. Shoving his plastered hair from his face, he turned to search for Owen.
The man was just surfacing, having thought of the same thing, and placed his phone on the edge of the pool along with a wallet. Jordan carried his ID and cards in his cell phone case, so he didn’t have to worry about a wallet, and his iPod earbuds were on the dresser in the spare room.
Owen glared at him. “You did that on purpose.”
Jordan glared right back. “You…you…jackass.”
“Ack!” Jordan sprang through the deep water when Owen lunged toward him. If he hadn’t had his jeans weighing him down that day, he would have been much faster. Owen, on the other hand, didn’t seem hindered at all by the wet sweatpants.
Jordan was caught and caged against the edge of the pool by Owen’s muscled arms.
“Back up,” he hissed with a glare.
“No,” Owen said, and the husky tone had Jordan’s dick going hard.
“I mean it.”
Owen leaned in, his cheek close, his lips mere inches away.
Was he going to kiss him? Sliding past his mouth, Owen placed his lips close to his ear, and Jordan bit back the moan wanting to escape.
“And what if I don’t back up?” Owen said huskily, and the deep sound against his ear sent a shiver down Jordan’s spine.
On the verge of aching for that kiss, Ace’s voice had jerked them apart, and the moment was lost and never reappeared.
“Whatareyou thinking about?”
Owen’s voice brought him back from the past and to the hotel room.
“N,… nothing,” he said, but he wanted to blurt out and ask Owen why he had never made another pass, but he was afraid of the answer.
Jordan backed toward the door, his hand on the handle.
Escape on his mind.
Owen had a different idea, though, and exploded toward him.
The partially open door cracked closed when Owen planted both hands on either side of his head.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Jordan gulped.
The heat of Owen’s powerful frame closed in on him, not touching but close enough to feel it. Like,reallyfeel it, and Jordan’s cock thickened, tenting his track pants.
He closed his eyes and shook. He’d had sex with men for money, why in the hell was he so nervous now? Granted, back then, he’d had no choice, but hewasexperienced!
Parting his lips slightly, he gripped the edges of Owen’s shirt and waited.
When nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes.
