Page 42 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
And Jordan likes my tattoos. She thinks I’m attractive.
No, she thinks I’m “next-level hot.”
Fuck.
Ineedto get back to New York.
Daxton
Okay, Amabella, let’s do this Hamptons thing.
ChapterTwenty-One
Daxton
The New York penthouse is dead quiet when I arrive Friday night.
“Jordan?”
No answer.
When I texted to inform her of my return, she said she’d be here, but I’ve arrived a little earlier than expected. A pang of disappointment hits me at her absence. My entire workday has been a write off, unable to achieve basic tasks due to anticipating tonight’s reunion. I’m like an adolescent kid with a crush, wanting to run up and hug Jordan, lifting her into my arms and spinning her around. I want the two of us to talk for hours on end. To make her laugh. Hell, I’ll compete in that ridiculous running challenge she suggested even though I know I’ll lose, if it makes her happy.
But I don’t know what to expect when we do come face to face again. Although these last two weeks have involved almost constant texting and phone calls, our in-person dynamics could be different. She doesn’t know how much I fucking adore her. So, I’ll play our interaction by ear.
I close my bedroom door behind me and store my suitcase in the closet, then head for the adjoining bathroom, needing to freshen up with a shower after my flight. With the hot water running, the bathroom steams up quickly. I strip out of my suit and step into the shower, letting the warmth of the water trickle down my body and help me relax.
Despite my best efforts to calm down, I can’t get Jordan out of my head. Her feminine voice is all I hear in my mind every day. Those green eyes that always sayfuck me. I’ve spent so many hours imagining what it would be like to get her in bed. What sounds she makes. What she looks like when coming. Fuck, I want to have sex with hersobadly.
Soap suds glide down my torso, trickling down my cock. Even that light stimulation is too much for me to handle. I give in to the temptation and grip my shaft, needing releasenow.
Slow strokes to start with. My mind wonders to more images of Jordan and what she’d look like naked. Her perfect ass and breasts. The curve of her hips. I’ve jerked off to the thought of her many times since we started growing more intimate on Secret Santa, regardless that I didn’t know what she looked like. This is the first time I’ve done it since knowing who she is and having a proper visual. The two versions of Jordan merge into one within my mind—the girl I know from Secret Santa, and the girl I’m learning about now. And fuck, my dick feelssogood when I do think of her while stroking it. I want all of her. Ineedher to be mine.
I let the fantasy take control and imagine pushing Jordan onto my bed then removing her clothes piece by piece until she’s naked beneath me. A rough sound travels from deep in my throat. I’m so backed up that I already feel the build of release. I could come right now, but I want more. I want to live in this moment forever, where Jordan is my girl. That her legs are wrapped around me and she’s begging me to fuck her.
Allowing my mind to go there, I groan at the tight curl of heat that grows from the visual of sex with Jordan. The feeling is too intense, making me place my free hand against the shower wall for support as I continue pumping. My cock finds her entrance and thrusts deep inside, the two of us gasping as I stretch her open.
My hand speeds up in the shower at the thought of thrusting into Jordan faster and faster, until she’s moaning my name and coming on my dick—
“Ah!” Jordan yelps. A real yelp, not in my mind. “Oh my God.”
I stop immediately and glance to the side, finding Jordan in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide and her face bright red. Her gaze is pinned to my cock in my hand.
Fuck.
Before I have a chance to do anything, she’s blurting out a nervous apology. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were here. I came into the bathroom to… I can’t even remember now.”
Jordan doesn’t run away, nor does she abide by common etiquette and avert her gaze. She’s just staring at my naked body. After what seems like an eternity, she visibly gulps and backs out of the bathroom.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Jordan
I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, fidgeting with my phone and trying to distract myself from the awkward shower situation I walked in on, when all of a sudden, Daxton’s footsteps approach.
Cringing, I shut my eyes tight. “I amsosorry. I didn’t know you were here. My earphones were in. I’d been working out and wanted to take a shower—”
“There are five showers in this place and you chose the shower inmybedroom?”
