Free Date Night (Wish Come True Book 1) by R.C. Matthews Page A

drifted
outside.
    “Let me show you how much I care
about you JT.”
    I jerked the door open to find Chloe
on her tippy-toes with arms wrapped around JT’s head, pulling his face down
towards her for a kiss. Chloe jerked around at the sound of the opening door to
glare at me, clearly unhappy with the unexpected interruption. I bit down hard
on my lip and shoved past them to toss the large pile of waste I’d been
carrying into the full trash can.
    “Sorry,” I gritted out through
clenched teeth. “I’ll be out of your hair in a second after I grab some more
trash bags from the basement. There are a ton of plates that need to be picked
up.”
    I raced down the stairs taking large
gulping breaths in an attempt to control the riot of feelings coursing through
me. Damn it. Why couldn’t I just have let well enough alone? Of all the things
I didn’t want to see, top on my list was JT about to kiss another woman. Red
hot tears scalded my face in an unending stream as I made my way to the storage
room in the basement, locking the door behind me. My body wracked with the
force of my tears.
    Why was this happening? Just a few
weeks ago I was happy by myself and blissfully unaware of the insatiable
tingling sensations that the right man could evoke in a woman. The sudden
rattling of the door startled me. I leaned my forehead against the door and
groaned.

Chapter Six
Family is Family
     
    Jordan
    “Jordan,” JT said in a stern voice.
“Open the door.”
    “Just go away.” I tried to mask the
devastation in my voice as I wiped furiously at my tears. “I’ll be up in a few
minutes, JT.”
    “I’m not leaving.” His tone made it
clear that he meant it. “And I know how to unlock this door without your help
so save us both the hassle and open it. Now.”
    The second the lock clicked open he
was through the door and standing behind me. I kept my back to him with my face
lowered, unwilling to let him see the depth of my pain. The gentle touch of his
hands on my shoulders nearly set me off again and I struggled to contain the
fresh batch of tears welling in my eyes.
    “Jordan,” he said softly. “It’s not
what you think. Look at me.”
    “No,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine.
Just give me a minute.”
    He wrapped his arms around me from
behind and nuzzled his face into my neck. “I have no interest in Chloe
whatsoever. Do you hear me? What happened up there was all about her and what
she wants. Not me and what I want.”
    “Really,” I snapped, “because I don’t
recall seeing you putting up a fight.”
    “I was in shock.” JT said with
irritation lacing his words as he turned me around to face him. He forced my
chin up with his finger and gazed into my eyes. “And you interrupted before I
had the chance to react and pull away.”
    “Interrupted?” My jaw dropped. “That
smacks of disappointment.”
    “Jordan, stop it.” He scowled down at
me. “You know damn well who I want to be kissing and it isn’t Chloe. Or don’t
you remember last night?”
    Before I could retort with a smart
comeback, his hands laced into my hair to hold me tightly into place while his
mouth came down on mine with the force of his desire. Gone was the playful
nipping of our first kiss. His tongue claimed mine the instant I gasped for breath
and refused to relinquish its hold until my body fully acquiesced and molded
itself to his. As his tongue explored my mouth in lazy twirls, I felt his hand
leave my hair to begin its own exploratory path down my shoulder and over my
chest to land firmly on my breast. A soft moan escaped me when his fingers
pinched lightly at the expanding bud beneath my sweater.
    “Do you believe me now?” He began slowly
trailing wet kisses along my neck on a definite path towards my aching nipple.
“Or do you need more evidence of my feelings for you?”
    The soft timbre of his voice lulled
me into submission and I watched dreamily as he pulled the wide cowl neck of my
sweater and lace bra down to expose