43. Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Three

Mac

I’m rocketed between the dimensions of time and space, where no mere mortal can exist.

I no longer exist .

I am just a mass of floating stardust left in the wake of what was.

Jordan swipes his tongue along mine, his hold on my face, his body pressing in so close that I feel him shoulder to thigh.

Three days.

He deepens the kiss impossibly so, like he’s starving for me, as his hands find my hair and grip me tightly. His fingers tangle in the still wet mess, the tug stinging as he tilts my head to the side.

This is a dream. It has to be.

It’s the only way I can explain the gasping breath that explodes from him when I break away.

“J-Jordan,” I stammer out when he dives back in, his swollen lips trailing down my stubble-covered jaw to my throat.

His hands smooth over my chest. Lower. Scratch their way through the trail of hair leading into my towel, then take hold of my hips.

Each touch sears into me, leaving layers of goosebumps in their wake.

Don’t wake me up .

A whimper escapes me when he yanks me forward at the same time his teeth sink into my hammering pulse point and my head falls back.

“Damn, Vida,” he murmurs hotly against my neck and a chill races straight down my spine. “You get me so fucking hard.”

He grinds against me and my flaring gaze drops.

When I can’t see it for myself, I knock his hat off his head and fist his hair, pulling him away from the mark I know he’s leaving on my neck. He hisses, his back arching away from me, his hips digging into mine.

There’s no mistaking the bulge of his jeans pressing into me.

Just as there’s no misreading the pink tinting his cheeks. The smirk tugging up the side of his mouth. The molten way his navy blues stare back at me.

“You’re gonna regret this in the morning,” I rasp out and release his hair.

His features darken as he steps back.

My stomach plummets.

He takes another step back.

My jaw grinds.

Does he already regret it?

He reaches for the stove without looking and it beeps.

“Give me three days, Mac. I’ll regret it if you don’t .”

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