Page 82 of Smooth Moves
Chapter 16
Cash had been amused, entertained, and even more convinced Jordan was the woman he’d been waiting for.
Watching her laugh, seeing her enjoyment in being with his brother and Naomi, and having fun being around her set his fears to rest. Unlike Mariah, Jordan hadn’t tried to be the best or brightest in the room. She hadn’t vied for his attention, and she’d been pleasant and polite to Naomi, even helping to clean up, though she hadn’t had to.
“Good job in there,” he said as they left and drove home—well, back to her place.
The hour hadn’t yet reached ten since they’d arrived at Naomi’s early, but he understood her wanting to be there for her brother.
“Thanks. Glad to know I passed.” She shot him a dry look, as if she hadn’t cared what the others thought.
The little liar. She’d been so tense, concerned they might not like her.As if.She’d been a delight, and Cash never used that word. Ever. He didn’t like many people, but Jordan he couldn’t do without. She’d charmed Reid without trying, just by being herself. Same with Naomi.
Watching the women together, it would be wrong to say Naomi’s natural beauty outshone Jordan’s. Because Jordan had a subtle elegance she’d be the first to deny. But it was there regardless. Athletic, feminine, and unique. She didn’t have classically beautiful features. Full lips too sensual for traditional beauty. Dark-brown eyes that turned lighter or darker depending upon her mood. And skin a shade between tan and bronze, not creamy white but a rich beige. She had strength of character, an inner toughness guarding a marshmallow of a heart. So, yeah, he saw so much more than the physical with Jordan. But her “physical” stole his breath too. He loved her toned body, her firm, no-more-than-a-handful breasts, that tight ass he could grip just right while sliding inside her.
Most of all he loved her neck, because she fit right where he needed her to when they made love. And he could access it while trailing kisses from her breasts to her ripe lips.
Yep. There went his hard-on, always just a thought away when he was with Jordan.
They turned on the main road toward her apartment, and she put a hand on his arm.
“Slow down, but don’t stop.”
He followed her orders. “What’s wrong?”
“See that boy there?” A lanky teenager stood beside a black SUV with some friends, laughing and smoking as if they had no place to go. The SUV sat outside a nice house and looked like it belonged there. Nothing suspicious about the teenagers hanging out that Cash could see.
Jordan said, “That’s Juan, one of Rafi’s bad news friends. I’m just glad Rafi’s steering clear of him lately.”
Except the kid wasn’t. Across the street, away from where Jordan was looking, Cash saw Rafi stop, frozen, staring at them in the car. Then he hurried away, hiding behind some bushes. Now, if the kid hadn’t been doing anything wrong, why hide? Yep. Busted.
Cash didn’t say anything to Jordan, not wanting to ruin her good mood. But he promised himself a talk with the boy later.
He pulled up to her complex and parked then walked her to her door.
“I’m safe enough,” she said.
“Humor me.”
She rolled her eyes—she did that a lot around him—and they entered.
“So you can see, I’m good.”
“I bother you, don’t I?”
“What? I—no.” She frowned and took off her shoes.
He did the same.
“What are you doing? You’re not staying.”
He ignored her and looked around for Rafi, for her, because he’d already seen the kid. That took all of one minute because the apartment didn’t have space. “Nope. He’s not here yet.”
“He should be home soon though.”
“You sound nervous.” That excited him. He noticed her keeping an eye on him, saw her continually glance at his crotch, at his chest, his face.
Her nipples were hard points beneath her shirt, and he wanted to make her eyes go dark with passion, to see her lips slick from his kisses.
