You Promised Me Forever (Forever Yours #1)(70)

Wow. I always assumed that, but to hear him say it…I believe that’s the most brutally honest Jordan has ever been with me.

“I invited you to my game, fully prepared to diss you afterward. I figured you’d bring a friend with you when I offered up two tickets, but no. You actually brought that guy. Cade.” He spits his name out, like it’s a dirty word.

“Jordan. You told me to bring him,” I point out, and he waves a hand, dismissing my words.

“I know. Like an idiot. Seeing you with him, I was consumed with jealousy. I wanted to kill him. I didn’t like how he stood next to you. Or when he touched you. It pissed me off. He pissed me off,” Jordan explains.

“Did I piss you off?” I ask quietly, surprised by the anger in his voice.

“No. Never. I took one look at you and realized you were even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I just wanted to steal you away from him. That’s the moment when I realized.” He hesitates, his gaze lifting to mine. “I wasn’t over you, not even close. I’ve never been over you. Spending these last few weeks together has been so incredibly easy, Mandy. It proved to me that we belong together.”

His new, more heartfelt admission makes my head spin. And my heart hurt. But in a good way. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

We watch each other for a moment before he murmurs, “You know exactly what to say.”

Emotion threatens to choke me and I shake my head, feeling helpless. “I already told you that I’m not over you. Is that what you want to hear?”

I feel like I’m about to fall apart, yet he’s sitting there grinning at me. And Jordan Tuttle rarely grins, trust me on this one. “That works, yeah.”

“What else do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit that I’d love to have a baby with you, but the thought of actually having a baby scares the shit out of me?”

His eyes grow darker, reminding me of that look he gets when he wants me.

Uh oh.

“A baby scares the shit out of me too,” he says, scooting closer. “But if it happens, we can figure it out. Together.”

“What if it doesn’t happen?” I ask warily, watching as he shifts even closer. He’s within touching distance. Neither of us reach for each other yet.

“Then we’ll still be together and have kids later. When the timing’s right.”

When the timing’s right. That sounds…

Perfect.

But even if the timing is wrong, it would still be perfect.

As long as I was with Jordan.

“Preferably after we get married, I guess,” he continues, dropping the words get married like the most casual of bombs.

My jaw falls open and I tug the sheet up when I realize I’m sitting here with my breasts on full display and he’s talking about actually marrying me. If he’s for real, I don’t want to remember how I was naked when he proposed to me. What is this life anyway?

“After we get married?”

He nods. “Married.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Pretty sure I’ve wanted to marry you since I was thirteen.”

I scoff. “Impossible.”

He grabs hold of me out of nowhere, showing off those quick reflexes he usually saves for the football field. I’m pinned beneath him, my head on the pillow, his hands around my wrists, holding them against the mattress, his legs straddling my hips. I can feel his erection pressed against me and I silently marvel at his stamina.

Luckily enough, the man never, ever seems to stop wanting me.

“Why are you being so difficult?” he asks just before he dips his head and delivers a too-quick kiss to my lips.

“I’m trying to tell you how I feel,” I say, squirming beneath him. He’s heavy, but I love feeling him on top of me. I actually crave the weight of him pressing me into the mattress.

Always.

“I’m trying to do the same thing. But then you start snorting at me or whatever and saying my feelings are impossible.” He thrusts against me, nice and slow. A total tease. “You’re kind of rude.”

“You’re rude for making me lay in the wet spot,” I say with a sniff.

His eyes grow dim. “I am rude for forgetting the condom.”

“Stop worrying about the condom.” I blink up at him, my mood turning serious. “You’re clean right?”

“Yeah.” He nods, his gaze dropping to my lips, lingering there. “Totally clean. I get tested every six months.”

He dips his head, kissing me before I answer him, “I’m clean too.”

“Good.” He kisses me again. “Now that we got that out of the way, I need to ask you a question.”

“What?”

“Will you marry me?”

I touch his face, my fingers sliding down his cheek. My chest is tight. I’m afraid I might burst into tears. “Yes,” I whisper.

Jordan grins. “I knew you’d say yes.”

“So arrogant.” He tries to kiss me yet again but I turn my head. “You just asked me to marry you. Now we have things to do.”

“Like what?” He dips his head, his mouth resting at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

Ugh. I can’t think when he kisses me like that. “We’ll need to find somewhere to have the ceremony. And all the other things that come with it, like a reception. Weddings don’t plan themselves.”