floating. Maybe I was, or maybe I was slowly losing my mind which is possible as this man can surely drive me insane with lust and need.
My pulse increased to a gallop as his arms around my waist pulled me closer into his body. It was an intimate stance that had my body leaning into the warmth of his. His cologne was intoxicating and I wanted to bury my face in his chest. My body knew his so well, it responded to his touch as if it were just yesterday.
Traitor! My subconscious yelled at me. He hurt you once, he will do it again. Plus, you have a boyfriend. My mind was trying to reason but my body was rejoicing in the reunion of this magnificent being holding me in his arms.
Drawing me closer into his embrace he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on my left ear. His breath was warm on my skin. I gasped and tried to step back but his arms were like bands of steel, unmoving. His head lowered to my left shoulder where another kiss followed but this time the kiss lingered. Warmth rushed through me settling in my lower abdomen. I stumbled due to the response of my treacherous body, but he lifted me effortlessly and gently set me back on my feet.
“Hello, pretty girl.” His deep husky voice washed over me like cool water going down my throat on a warm Texas day. He used the sweet endearing name he used to call me when I was in college.
“Jordan.” My voice sounded foreign to me as I croaked his name. Clearing my throat, I looked away. I couldn’t think logically when I was staring into his handsome face with gorgeous features that should only be found on the pages of a glossy magazine.
“Why…how…?” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to him. I needed some air. His presence at my 30th birthday was a shock to say the least. My arms were around his neck. How the hell did they get there? He had this effect on me, making me giddy with his touch, and his voice with words that would make any woman swoon just to be closer to him.
Vaguely aware of being locked in an intimate embrace with another man, my eyes scanned the room looking for Robert. Thankfully, I saw him with his back to the dance floor engaged in deep conversation with Andre.
Move, get away. You don’t do hurt and pain well. I was aware of the voice of reason trying to get through to my treacherous body but it was so not listening.
I willed myself to leave his warm embrace. Stumbling out of his arms, I bolted from the massive enclosed air-conditioned white party tent. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Jordan was following me. I quickly made my way across the perfectly manicured lawn. I was fuming! With deliberate steps, I walked to the east side of the garden and stood looking out into the night across the rolling hills in the suburbs of Austin. The glow of gas lamps on the property cast us in a muted light.
I took a few deep cleansing breaths and held on to the rustic wood fence. This can’t be happening. Why now? Why was he back? I looked over my shoulder to see Jordan standing a few feet away from me. Hands in his pockets, he walked slowly toward me like a predator on the prowl. I turned my gaze back to the open expanse of land.
“What are you doing here, Jordan?” I asked, desperately wishing him away. Far, far away. I was getting over the initial shock of seeing him again. My words were a little slurred due to several hours of celebrating.
“Is that any way to treat an old friend, Zoe?” He was directly behind me now. His arms flanked me on both sides capturing me in a loose embrace against the fence.
“We are not friends. You made sure of that.” I put an emphasis on sure so he would not miss my meaning. He was the one that caused our relationship to crash and burn.
“No, we were more, way more than friends. We were lovers. I have not forgotten you, Zoe; I never will.” He lifted my long auburn hair away from my shoulder and placed an open mouth kiss on the exposed area of my skin. His warm lips slowly made their way up my neck.