My gaze moved over his face. He looked just as I remembered. His straight nose and high cheekbones gave him a regal look. His blonde hair was still cut short, and with those piercing blue eyes, he could easily have been mistaken for a British prince.
My gaze began their descent down his throat, to his wide shoulders covered in a black, buttoned up dressed shirt. When he cleared his throat, my eyes popped back up to meet his. I could have sworn he would have been laughing at my blatant ogling, but instead his brow was furrowed. He looked confused.
“Why couldn’t you just wait for Alex? I’m sure he wouldn’t have been long.”
I rolled my eyes. Obviously, Jordan didn’t know much about pregnant women.
“I couldn’t hold it any longer.” The duh at the end was silent.
“Well, I guess I’ll help you get back to Alex’s room.” Jordan huffed in exasperation, like he had better things to do than take a minute to help me.
“Just help me stand, and I can do the rest. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
My irritation was back and it seemed Jordan would get the brunt of it this time. I thought he deserved it, though, acting as if I was wasting his precious time.
“Fine.”
Jordan wrapped his hands around my arms and began pulling me up. I shifted, trying to get my feet under me when he stopped suddenly, only halfway. I tried using his body as leverage to get myself up the rest of the way, but Jordan was holding me in place. He was looking down at me, his gaze zeroed in on my stomach.
“What is that?”
“What do you think it is?”
I regretted the sarcastic remark as soon as Jordan’s eyes met mine. He was confused, surprised even, and I suddenly realized he didn’t know. Alex never told him, and I must have been hidden by Alex’s body when I was being carried into the bathroom that night.
“I thought you had… I mean, didn’t you have…” His voice sounded broken, and I felt even more horrible for not telling him the truth.
“I couldn’t go through with the abortion,” I said. Then I shook my head and looked away. “Actually, I never even thought about having one. I only said that to get you to back off.”
I looked back at Jordan, but he wasn’t looking up at me any longer, he was staring at my stomach again. He gently lowered me down to the floor, my back supported by the wall. He came down with me on his knees.
His hands shook, as he lifted my shirt and pulled down my maternity sweats, exposing my bare belly. He laid his palms on either side of my stomach. They felt warm, and I sighed with the contentment his touch created.
I watched, taken back, as he leaned down to place a small kiss just as the baby kicked. His laugh was throaty, as he rubbed the spot softly. His glassy eyes met mine, and I gasped at his reverent expression. I had expected hatred for keeping my pregnancy a secret, not the tenderness I was seeing.
“I’m so glad,” he whispered.
He leaned in and kissed me so softly, I barely felt his lips. He pulled back, his gaze questioning. I didn’t hesitate. I kissed him back, my hands finding the back of his head to pull him closer.
The kiss was not rushed or frantic. His lips were gentle, worshipful. Our tongues touched almost hesitantly, tasting each other for the first time in months.
It was completely different from anything we had before. Jordan had always been a demanding lover, and I loved that about him, but this new gentle way was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
He pulled back, giving me solemn eyes. “I am so sorry, Sam. For everything.”
My lips parted with a gasp, as his mouth met mine again. I was shocked and delighted by his apology. Did this mean a future with this incredible man was possible?
Jordan’s hands moved slowly up to cup my breast. I moaned as his thumbs flicked across my nipples. He pulled his lips away from mine and with one heated look, he had me groaning for more. He lifted me into his arms and kissed my forehead, before he stood and strode down the hall.
We ended up in his bed, kissing and caressing, relearning each other’s bodies. I was curious about his bedroom, but I was too caught up in Jordan to notice anything but the dark blue comforter on the bed.
He undressed me slowly, his passionate stare never leaving my own. My shirt slid off easily, along with my cotton bra. Jordan eased my sweats down, taking my panties with them. I lay naked before him, but I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. Jordan was being so sweet, and I was ready to feel him next to me.
I thought he would touch me once I was undressed, but instead he moved his hands to the buttons of his own shirt. I watched, fascinated as his muscles bunched and twisted as the shirt was pulled away.
I licked my lips at the sight of his broad shoulders. His chest was smooth, and I knew exactly how incredible it would feel against me. I reached up to touch him, to feel his bare skin beneath mine. As my finger slid over his small nipples, they tightened into hard nubs.