“Yes, we.” My heated gaze lands back on her beautiful, haunted face. “We, as in you and me.” I cut the inches-wide distance between us. She cranes her neck to look up at me, her breaths faltering and becoming choppy the longer we stare at one another. “Because make no mistake, sweetheart, you and I are happening.”
She presses backward into the railing, the pulse point in her neck fluttering wildly. Her bangles clang the metal handrail and make a tinny sound, almost like a grandfather clock chiming out the hour.
“We can’t.”
She can try and deny it all she wants. But it won’t matter.
My hand touches her cheek and ever so lightly, I feather my thumb across her mouth. Her choppy breaths turn into full-blown pants and have my cock hardening uncomfortably behind my zipper. I splay my other hand across her breastbone where her heart pounds a beat that matches mine.
“Hell, yes, we can. Stop fighting it. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I don’t even like you most of the time,” she whispers in a last-ditch effort to push me away.
“Liar.” I smile and reach around her nape to gently press my fingers into her skin. Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes. The sensual sound spurs me into action. I nuzzle her silky cheek and feel her body tremble. The breeze blows a cooling breath over my skin, and with it, the sweet scent of her gardenia shampoo. I drown in the alluring fragrance by pressing my nose into her hair and inhaling deeply.
“Jordan.” The lilting sound of my name from her lips stokes the embers of desire between us.
“Invite me inside, Douglass.”
Her hands reach for me, fingertips tracing the column of my neck before they fist the front of my shirt. Tonight is the first time she has initiated any form of physical contact between us, and it gives me faith that I’m finally breaching those tall walls she surrounds herself with. That hope dies when she shakes her head in denial.
“I can’t.”
Frustrated, I back away from her. Not by much because I’m not allowing her to run away from me again. But I need the extra space between us in order to think clearly and not do something stupid, like push her against the side of the house and fuck the stubbornness right out of her.
“Why do you keep fighting this? Is it because of Amelia? Because I was with her first?”
Douglass looks at me like I’m stupid. “Me not inviting you inside has nothing to do with her.”
“Then why? I’m going to need you to spell it out for me. Is it because I can’t remember we had sex? Will you just tell me? I’m trying hard here to set things right between us, but you’re making it impossible to do that.”
Douglass pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales loudly. “Why does it matter so much for you to know?”
Losing my temper because she keeps saying that, I bark, “Because it fucking does.”
“Jordan, just let it go.”
I take her hand in mine, so small and soft and fragile. “Can’t do that, sweetheart.”
“You may not like what you hear.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” I push back into her space. “Invite me inside.”
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