Overtime(74)

Kacey: I wish you would have let me in. Trusted me.

Sitting up, he typed back quickly.

Jordie: I did, I do, I just didn’t trust myself. I knew I was gonna hurt you, so I kept you at arm’s length, but that didn’t work. You consumed me, Kacey. Completely, you took my heart and I don’t want it back. Please keep it, just allow me to reap the benefits, give me another chance. You won’t regret it, I promise.

Kacey: I just don’t know.

Shaking his head, he knew he couldn’t do this on the phone. He needed to do this face-to-face.

Jordie: Just let me in.

Kacey: I’ve always let you in. I’ve never lied or held anything back from you. You did.

He shook his head, standing up and going toward her bathroom door.

Jordie: No, I know that. What I mean is open your door. Let me in.

He waited for her to do it, but it didn’t open.

Kacey: Why?

Jordie: ’Cause I don’t want to do this over the phone. I want to talk to you.

Kacey: We’ve talked Jordie. There can’t be anything else left to say.

Jordie: I’m sure I can think of something. I can’t do this. The unknowing. I know I hurt you. I’m f*cking sorry and I’ll never do it again. Just take one last chance on me. Just one.

Her text bubble didn’t pop up and the door didn’t open either. Seconds turned into minutes as he stood like an idiot in the middle of the bathroom, staring at his phone and then the door. A sullen feeling came over him as he began to think she wasn’t going to open the door.

Looking down at his phone, he was about to text her when he heard the door unlock and then slowly open. Meeting her tearstained face, he sucked in a breath.

Clearing her throat, she said, “Don’t make me regret this.”

Her breathing was labored, her breasts rising and falling as if she had run to the door while contemplating if she was going to open it. Her eyes wandered down his chest, stopping at his crotch before running back up his body and meeting his eyes. Something in her eyes, lust maybe, caught him off guard, hitting him straight in the chest. He fully expected to come in there and talk, work it out because he wanted to be with her, but…but…he f*cking needed her.

Pushing the door open, he pulled her into his arms and, thank the Lord, she came willingly. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her off the ground, his mouth so close to hers as his eyes searched hers.

Against those naughty lips, he whispered, “Never.”





Please, Lord, don’t let this backfire, Kacey thought as Jordie pushed her into the door, pressing his body against hers, his mouth ever so close to hers. Ugh, she wanted him. She wanted him so badly she couldn’t stand it, but maybe she shouldn’t… Then his hand tangled in her hair and she was a goner.

Call her a hussy, but hell in a handbasket, he was irresistible. And, man, she wanted him.

His chest was hot against her thin tank, and in just seconds under his intensely wanton gaze, she was dripping with arousal. She wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing, but all she’d kept thinking since she walked out of the Mexican restaurant was, There was your chance. Your forever. And you’re walking away? If she didn’t give it another go, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life. She wasn’t sure what would happen, and she wasn’t sure if her heart was safe. But she figured, if she couldn’t get over him in the nine months since she’d walked away, and as he’d come to her wanting another chance, claiming to be a changed man, she might as well take what he was giving.

That either made her an idiot…or she was holding her forever in her arms at that very second.

She was praying for the latter.

Holding her breath, she waited for him to kiss her. The kiss in the bathroom the night before had been too short. She had been thinking of his mouth, still feeling it on hers since then, and she was ready for a repeat. Practically begging for it. Moving her fingers through the hair on his chest, she nuzzled his beard with her nose before running her nose along his lips, and then against his own nose. She just wanted to feel him. Rediscover him after so many months without him. She needed him. She was all but shaking for him because that was what they did. They made love, and they did it damn well.

But why wasn’t he kissing her?

“If my mouth touches you, Kacey, I won’t stop.”

“Okay,” she gasped against his lips. “Not sure this is smart, but okay.”

He smiled. “Eh, maybe not, but I can’t stop once I start.”

“And I don’t want you to,” she admitted, her center pulsing for him.

“Good. Is Liam out of the picture?”

Her brows came together, surprised by his question, but also she found it very sweet. “Yeah. I broke it off with him this afternoon. Wait, does that make me a whore since I’m about to be with you?”

He chuckled, his lips ever so close to hers, his hands sliding down over her ass and holding her thighs. “When did you sleep with him last?”

His eyes were intent on hers, waiting for her answer, and she shrugged. “I didn’t. He wanted to wait till I loved him.”

He scoffed. “Which would never happen. Okay, good,” he said, his arms tightening around her. “And it doesn’t make you a whore. It makes you mine,” he growled against her lips. “Now, tell me he meant nothing to you.”