Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(78)

Jordan pulled me roughly down on top of him and I felt his release inside me, his entire body trembling as he came with an intensity that set me on fire all over again.  I laid my cheek against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.  He didn't pull out, we stayed connected like that for a while as we tried to get our breathing back under control.

He pulled my head back and held my face as he kissed me gently.  “God, that was f*cking fantastic,” he said, out of breath.  It was my turn to grin, feeling incredibly proud of myself.

“Wanna do it again?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.  He laughed and I felt him twinge inside me.

He kissed me and gave me a sexy smile.  “I think that can be arranged.” 

Chapter Nineteen



“We're having that date.  Tonight.  You can't argue your way out of it,” Jordan warned as he pulled my feet off of his lap and sat up on the couch.  I groaned good-naturedly but I was pleased at his suggestion.  It had been three blissful days since the show at Dave's.  Three days of all Jordan, all the time.  He had spent the rest of Sunday at my apartment.  And yeah, clothing was not required.

Riley had banged on my bedroom door around six in the evening wanting to know if we wanted to order dinner.  Because surely we had worked up an appetitive by then.  I had wanted to die of utter embarrassment, but Jordan had taken it all in stride.  He had simply put on his clothes and gone out to the living room to look through the collection of menus Riley and I kept on hand.

I had blown off the weekly Chi Delta chapter meeting, sending Gracie a text using the age old headache as an excuse.  She texted me back with Who are you kidding? :-) Yeah, who was I kidding indeed.  After a dinner of pizza and beer, Jordan and I had crawled back into my bed and worked on letting each other know just how much we enjoyed being together.

He was flipping amazing.  And I was in so deep that I wasn't sure I could swim to the surface.  Jordan walked me to class but I couldn't completely ignore the looks and whispers we received.  Jordan seemed unfazed by it all and I tried really hard to follow his example.

I had caught a glimpse of Olivia watching us while we had lunch together in the commons.  Our eyes met briefly and the hate in her gaze had me wanting to look away, but I didn't.  Instead I met her stare head on until it was she that finally looked away.  I had a momentary sense of triumph before I felt bad for feeling that way.

So, here we were, Wednesday afternoon.  I had just gotten back from two painful hours of my English symposium class.  I had decided on being an English major, thinking, hey I love to read, why not?  What I hadn't counted on was having to read so much.  A book a day was starting to kill me.  I had curled up on the couch, reading about Milkman's crazy mother in Tony Morrison's Song of Solomon and Jordan had shown up with my favorite mini eclairs from Cup and Crumb.

He brought me chocolate.  The man was a god.  Then he had sat down beside me on the couch and pulled my feet into his lap and started rubbing the arches with the balls of his thumbs and I knew his deity status was firmly set in stone.

I was in the full-on throes of massage heaven when he announced his plans to take me out.  I was still a little iffy about being too public with our relationship.  Just because Olivia was a raging bitch, didn't mean that I liked the thought of flaunting our relationship all over the place.  But I had to seriously stop worrying so much about what everyone else thought.  But it was a weakness of mine.  This incessant need to be liked.  Though I tried to squelch it for Jordan's sake.

“So where are you going to take me?” I asked, tucking my feet underneath me and leaning into Jordan.  He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight against his side.  He kissed my temple and I loved that we could be both wildly passionate and achingly tender.  This was the best of both worlds, right here.

I put Tony Morrison down on the coffee table and let Jordan hold me close to his chest.  “You'll see,” he said mysteriously.  I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I'll see?  No hints then?”  He kissed my mouth softly.

“Not a one.”  He let me go and laced up his Adidas before getting to his feet.

“Well, how should I dress?” I asked, following him to the door.  Jordan pushed my hair back away from my face and cupped the side of my neck, his fingers pressed into my skin.

“Doesn't matter, because you always look beautiful,” he commented, pulling me in for one last kiss.

“That doesn't help you know,” I mumbled against his lips.  Jordan chuckled and then our mouths fused together.  It seemed like every time we tasted each other it took an act of god to pull us apart.  This time it was Riley, throwing open the door and stomping inside.

“You have a bedroom, you know!” she called out, going into the kitchen.

Jordan groaned and dropped his hands from my face.  I closed my eyes in annoyance but smiled anyway.  “I'll pick you up at 7:00,” he said, walking out the front door.

“7:00 it is.”  I replied, grinning as he walked backwards down the hall, his eyes still on me.

Closing the door after Jordan, I let out a contented sigh.  “So things are good in fairytale land I see?”  Riley asked, plopping down on the couch and turning on Myth Busters, her favorite show.  I sat down beside her and laid my head back.