Page 13 of Holiday Hearts

“Would you like to dance?” Jordan’s hazel eyes are so warm.

“Love to.” My voice is still breathy with this crazy attraction that’s swirling inside me.

He slips one arm around my waist and holds my other hand, very properly, and there’s a good few inches between us as we move together through “Moon River,” “Chances Are,” “I Have Dreamed,” “Unforgettable,” “Fly Me to the Moon,” and Nat King Cole’s gorgeous “When I Fall in Love.” Gradually, our bodies move closer to each other. Gradually, our eyes meet and hold.

My body feels so alive, so longing. Call me a stupid romantic sap, but this sweetness between us is calling out for more and deeper and more, and I know that my underwear is drenched.

I want him.

Nat begins to sing about the restless world we live in, and how when he gives his heart, it will be completely.

Jordan doesn’t look away from me. I don’t look away from him.

“This could be our song,” he whispers to me.

Tears sting my eyes at the beauty of it. “It already is,” I whisper back, and his fingers press my back tightly. He pulls me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder, and we dance the rest of the song in a haze of happiness.

When the band slips into I’m in the Mood for Love, I laugh. “So am I,” I confess. “Can we go back to the cabin now?”

He holds me away from him to look into my eyes. “Are you sure, Ainsley?”

“It’s time we gave us a chance.”

“I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” he says, and then he kisses me.

Right there on the dance floor, I give him my heart. When the kiss threatens to become hotter than is appropriate in public, I pull away and say, “Let’s go,” under my breath.

We head back to the cabin, stopping every few minutes to kiss. At some point, I stumble on my high heels, and Jordan simply picks me up to carry me, bride style, up the stairs and into the cabin.

Once inside, we kiss again. I can’t get enough. He tastes so good. He feels so good against me.

I left a small light on beside the bed. It’s enough. I want to simply rip off our clothes, but this is too important to rush through.

Jordan breaks the kiss and holds my face in his hands. “Ains…I need to say this. Once we start, there’s no going back. So are you sure?”

“It’s not the dancing,” I tell him, holding on to his waist. “It’s not the vacation, it’s not the romantic evening, it’s not even this dress.”

“That is a very fucking dangerous dress,” Jordan growls, and my knees go weak.

“It’s you,” I whisper. “It’s you and me, the way we are together, and if you stop kissing me I will hate you forever.”

“No chance of that,” he says, and then he reaches behind me and unties my laces. My bodice falls, exposing my breasts, and Jordan growls in his throat again.

I catch my breath, my head falling back as he kisses down my neck to the top slopes of my breasts, his tongue warm and wet and sensual on my exposed skin. When he captures a nipple in his mouth, I can’t help moaning out loud.

“I’ve been hard for you all night,” Jordan says, switching to my other nipple and teasing the first with his fingers. I can barely stand upright, I’m so aroused and my knees so weak.

“Take it off,” I pant. “My dress.”

He reaches behind me and tugs down the zipper, and the dress just falls off me, satin slipping to the floor and leaving me in only my soaked thong and silver heels. “Fuck, Ainsley.”

Jordan’s not normally a curser, so hearing him drop F-bombs everywhere is telling me how he feels. How out-of-control I’m making him.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, and then he’s unbuttoning his dress shirt, unfastening his trousers, kicking off his shoes, everything just in a heap on the floor and that should not turn me on so much, but oh, it does, the knowing that he’s being careless with his best clothes because I’m practically naked in front of him, and I want him. I need him.

We kiss again, my hands all over his chest because I can’t get enough of touching him. His hands are cupping my buttocks, holding me close to him, and I am utterly dizzy on the feeling of that hard line of heat in his boxers, pressed against my belly.

I know this isn’t the first time for either of us. But damn me if it doesn’t feel like the first time I’ve ever made love.

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