Page 16 of Exhale
Their faces were mere inches apart, if that. Owen’s head was cocked, lips poised to kiss. The man’s eyes were locked on his mouth, then flicked up to hold his gaze.
Gently, Owen brushed a kiss against his lips, and his whole world rocked.
Jordan wanted to scream. The kiss was light and nothing like he wanted. It was a taste, a tease, a promise, and he whimpered. The butterflies in his stomach turned into tornadoes.
Their gazes collided.
“We have a long day tomorrow,” Owen said huskily, and pulled down the door handle to ease the door open.
“Good night,” the man said.
The sexy sound of Owen’s voice punched need into Jordan’s gut, but then he was gently urged out into the hall and stared at a closed door.
Son of a bitch!
And then he ran.
He wasn’t proud of doing it, but he wasn’t going to knock and ask what the hell Owen was doing. He darted back into his room, breathless and aching.
Fuck! Shit!
Damned that man.
Owen ran a hand down over his face and then brushed his fingers against his lips.
His first kiss with Jordan had been just as sweet as he’d imagined. On the verge of slamming the man down on the bed in the room and pounding into his ass, Owen had to put on the brakes.
For one, they didn’t have condoms or lube. Even though all members of Dave’s elite teams received mandatory testing, he still needed supplies. There was no way he was taking Jordan fast.
At least, not yet.
He wasn’t sure what was in the cards for them, but a quickie here in the hotel room was not it. He wanted something that was going to last, and fucking Jordan tonight was not the answer.
He knew a little bit about Jordan’s past, not all of it, but the man had survived as a teenager on the streets, so it stood to reason Jordan had major trust issues, and Owen wasn’t sure that Jordan fully trusted him.
But he would, Owen silently vowed.
If he had any say in it, he would become the man whom Jordan trusted the most.
The following morning…
The morning had turned out to be nice, Jordan thought. Although that didn’t stop him from feeling shy about the kiss last night.
Owen smiled at him when Jordan stepped out of his room.
Owen looked all sexy wearing a tight gray t-shirt, distressed blue jeans, along with black chunky combat boots. Good god, Owen should be illegal.
“Let’s grab breakfast in the lobby,” Owen said, running his eyes over him, and Jordan flushed.
He’d taken care with his appearance today. The product in his hair had his dark curls falling artfully. The blue button-down dress shirt matched his eyes, and the jeans were just as distressed as Owen’s were. The only difference was his Row grosgrain-trimmed gray canvas sneakers
“Continental?” Jordan suggested, his stomach growling.
“Mhmm.” Owen seemed to reluctantly drag his gaze away, and Jordan’s heart fluttered.
Okay, to be honest, his heart had been fluttering since the good morning text from Owen an hour ago.
They grabbed coffee and food before sitting at a nearby table in the hotel area designed for the breakfast crowd.
