Chapter Sixty Two

Jordan.

She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable in that moment just looking at me opening up about her childhood and her parents.

I had tried the past few weeks to resist her, I wasn't going to rush her anymore but in this moment I was willing to risk it all.

I took her hand and placed it on my bare chest, the heat of my skin singeing her fingers, my heartbeat raging against her palm. “Something about this feels a lot like need.”

She sucked in a breath. She couldn’t deny it. Her own body was on fire with response to mine. Her heart pounding in time with mine, her nipples beading, aching, slick moisture dampening her core.

“That is why we can’t,” she said bleakly, trying to pull her hand away, but i gripped it with mine, held it tightly against the hard wall of my chest.

“And you think if we deny it, that it will go away? Has it faded at all in the past three weeks for you? Because I have been spending all of my nights dreaming of you. Of making love to you, touching your sof