You Promised Me Forever (Forever Yours #1)(61)

Susanna pushes his shoulder, not that he’s going anywhere. He’s such a giant hulk of a man. “Please. You’re leaving in a few days.”

“I’ll miss you.” He sounds sincere. “You’ll spend the next few days with me, right?”

“Um…” A horn honks and Susanna jerks the steering wheel, causing the car to veer sharply. Another horn honks and she hits the brakes, glaring at Cannon once she has the situation under control. “You’re distracting me.”

“Stop distracting her,” Jordan tells Cannon, his voice firm. “I want to make it to the restaurant in one piece.”

Jordan’s scowling so hard, I almost start laughing, but don’t.

This is going to be an interesting night.





We end up at an Italian restaurant not too far from our hotel, and the food is amazing. The place is packed when we arrived, but the ma?tre d’ is an old family friend of Susanna’s—and the son of the owners of the restaurant. We’re whisked to a table almost immediately, and given extra appetizers and wine.

“I’m so full,” I say, pushing my plate away from me. I ate almost every bit of my carbonara, especially the bacon. I love bacon.

“Aw, you can’t be full.” Susanna mock pouts. She’s sitting directly across from me, her half-eaten plate already pushed aside. “You must save room for dessert. Their cannoli are to die for. Or the tiramisu.”

“You should’ve warned me. I wouldn’t have eaten all this.” I wave my hand at my plate. “Tiramisu is my favorite.”

“We’ll share a dessert,” Jordan suggests, resting his hand over mine and giving it a squeeze.

I smile at him, enjoying how relaxed, how happy he looks tonight. The game is over and they won. Now we’re just two people with friends, on vacation in one of the most exciting cities in the world.

“Let’s order the entire dessert menu,” Cannon says as he looks it over. “They all sound amazing.”

“That’s because they are amazing,” Susanna says, plucking the menu from Cannon’s fingers. Her eyes bug out when she takes in the entire list. “But we can’t eat them all, Cannon. There’s so many!”

“We can try,” Cannon says with a shrug, taking back the menu. Our server happens to choose this moment to stop by our table and check on us. “We want every dessert on the menu.”

The server frowns. “Excuse me?”

“The dessert menu? We want all of them. One of each,” Cannon explains.

Susanna starts giggling, then takes a sip from her wine. I think she’s drunk. I barely touched my glass, not that anyone noticed.

Thank goodness.

“Are you serious?” the server asks incredulously.

“He’s serious,” Jordan says, his voice firm. He’s scowling at the server, and I almost feel sorry for the guy. “One of each, like he said.”

“Right away, sir.” The server nods once and then buzzes away.

A shiver moves down my spine as I gawk at Jordan. I love it when he takes command of a situation, which is often. He’s a natural born leader, and it’s so damn sexy I sort of want to throw myself at him.

Fine, I totally want to throw myself at him.

“You are so demanding,” I tell him, resting my hand on his rock-hard thigh.

Jordan turns to look at me, his scowl immediately softening. “I got tired of hearing him argue with Cannon.”

“He wasn’t arguing. I think he was in shock by the order.”

“Whatever. They were annoying me.” Jordan shrugged.

I squeeze his thigh, my fingers trailing up. “You are so sexy when you act like that.”

His brows lift and he leans in closer. “When I act like that?”

“Like you own the world.” My fingers brush the front of his jeans.

He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me. “Wine making you daring tonight?”

Nope. I barely drank a drop. I’m a little too freaked out by our having sex with no condom to want to drink. “You make me daring,” I tell him, trying to work my wrist out of his grasp so I can touch him again. He’s smirking, looking far too cocky for his own good. Susanna and Cannon aren’t even paying attention to us. They’re too engrossed in their own intimate conversation. “Stop being so sexy all the time and maybe I won’t try and grab you.”

“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make a dick grab?” He’s smiling as he lets go of my wrist.

I smack his shoulder lightly. “So crude.”

“You’re the one trying to maul me at the table in a public restaurant.” His smile is wicked. “Not that I mind.”

His words, the look on his face, leave me breathless. “We should go,” I whisper. “Don’t you think?”

“We still have approximately ten desserts coming to our table,” Jordan reminds me, just before he leans in and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm, and taste vaguely of wine. “Then we can leave.”

Those four words are so full of promise, I have to press my thighs against each other to stave off the sudden want.

“Do you two want to go out with us after we finish dessert?” Cannon asks, interrupting our moment.

We both turn to look at him, then at each other. “Sure,” I say as Jordan says, “No,” at the same time.