Page 10 of Stella's Christmas Rescue
“Oh. Wow. That’s um, well that must have been nice for you.”
“You are not a dancer, eh?”
“There are a lot of physical things I do. That’s not one of them.”
“It should be. Everyone should dance. It’s good for the soul.” I smile at the big lug. “Let me guess. Someone gets you into a nightclub, and it’s just the white man’s overbite for you?”
“What are you talking about?”
I stand up, bite my bottom lip, and bend my elbows ninety degrees, before I bop to and fro. “White man’s overbite.”
He cracks up and swears, “Never in my life have I ever done that.”
“Then, show me what you got.” I use my phone for some salsa music, then wait for him to join me.
“Stella, the only rhythm I have is in the bedroom.”
“Fine,” I roll my eyes and turn the music off. “Speaking of the bedroom, where did you keep that condom that suddenly appeared in my hand?”
“It was in my pocket.”
“You always come to dinner with a condom?”
He shrugs his thick shoulders. “I like to be prepared.”
“So, you’re a slut?”
He laughs loudly and unabashedly. “I haven’t had enough partners to qualify, so maybe a wannabe slut.”
“Oh?” I smirk at him. “How many isnot enough?”
“Now, now, young lady. Wouldn’t want to get sassy.”
I hold my hand up like I’m about to be sworn in to testify. “However big or small the number is, I promise not to judge.”
He grins, “I was in the Marines for over twenty years. It’s not a small number.”
“I knew it!” I giggle. “Slut!”
“I prefer the term ‘popular’.”
“I’ll bet you were.” I look over his broad shoulders and handsome face. “You’re?—"
His phone beeps at him. “We got a fire. I have to go. Can I leave Max here with you?”
“Of course. I’ll let him out with Sugar after you go.”
“Thank you.” He kisses me goodbye at the door, and I would have made him linger, but there was a fire, after all.
I wait a good ten minutes, before letting the dogs out to do their business. I don’t want Max to try to follow his dad homeor something silly like that. They play in the front yard for a minute, before I turn my attention to the dishes. I figure they can come back through her dog door when they are ready. She’s usually back in five minutes or so.
As I start to clean up, I realize I’ve made a connection with someone, and it feels good, but also dangerous. I should call Wes and tell him about the surveillance equipment in the forest after I clean up. It’s sort of nice to be cleaning up double the dishes. And last night was something else.
I never come from penetration. Hell, I never come with someone else in the room. But it’s like his body was perfectly crafted for mine. I’m not one to believe in signs, but if I were, I’d think I was in for a wild ride with Jordan Waters. There’s something risky about the whole thing, yet he makes me feel so safe. I haven’t felt that in a long time.
My front door opens, startling me. I drop a plate into the sink. It shatters loudly, as I turn around. I expect to see Jordan.
It’s not Jordan.
