To the outside world, Jordan Burke appears to have the perfect life. A fulfilling career, family and great friends, but looks can be deceiving. Events from her childhood, and a painful secret, keep Jordan isolated and unwilling to commit to any man. For her, every relationship comes with its own expiration date.Alex Garza has lived in the shadow of his brother’s fame for most of his life. He’s an outcast in his own family and never able to put his own needs first. When his brother gives up his career to settle down, Alex is forced to reevaluate his life plans too. Over the past year, his friendship with Jordan has developed into a source of comfort. Now that he has the time to devote to a relationship, can he convince her to take a chance on love or will their painful pasts and a tragic event destroy their future?
Alex begins playing with my hair and I realize this feels nice, right even. He’s engrossed by the movie playing out in front of us and all I can focus on are his hands touching me. His simple caress makes me want more and I wonder how it would feel to have him explore my body. Before I can stop myself, I slide my hand down and under his shirt so that I can get a better feel of the plains of his abs. I’ve never seen him naked, at least not that I can remember, and from what I can feel, his body won’t disappoint. I can sense his gaze drop down just as I tilt my head up and look at him. The look in his eyes mirrors my own. It’s desire and it’s something that has never been lacking between us. I lift myself up until our lips are practically touching. That’s all the direction he needs to take control. His lips are on mine and, once again, I’m lost in him. He pushes me down slowly onto my back until he’s hovering over me. He begins to place kisses on my nose, cheeks, the corners of my mouth and, finally, my neck.
A moan escapes from my mouth as he slips a hand under my shirt. The warmth from his touch spreads through me like a wildfire. I grab onto the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off.” I pant, tugging at his shirt again. He lifts his torso and I help remove it, tossing it on the floor beside us. Just as quickly, his lips are on mine again. I run my hands through his hair and spread my legs so that he can position himself in between them. His hand slips under my shirt and begins to travel up until it rests on my still covered breast. The feel of his hand drives me wild. I break the connection and bring my shirt up and over my head, throwing it down next to his. Cupping the sides of his face, I guide him back down to me so we can resume kissing. Why did I try to deny this magnetic pull between us? How did I allow myself to walk out on him when I had him in my bed? I release his face and reach down until I have hold of his jeans and I undo the button. He stops kissing me and looks at me with those amazing honey brown eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I’m sure,” I whisper.