Chapter Thirteen

Her skin is so soft, I thought, trailing my fingers under the edge of her shirt. "You smell good," I whispered to her, kissing her jaw.

I pushed underneath, caressing her stomach. Wordlessly, I was asking for permission to go farther, scared that if I voiced the request aloud she'd make me stop. I wasn't ready to stop, not right now, not with me lying on top of her firmly nestled between her raised knees.

Her hands were tangled in my hair, holding me still as she moved her tongue against mine. When she didn't tell me to stop, I pushed my hand higher, brushing my fingers over her ribs. Slowly, I moved my hand even higher, cupping her breast through the lacy fabric covering it. I kneaded it gently as I pushed my hardness into her heated center drawing a low moan from her throat.

"Uhn," she whimpered, lifting her hips against mine.

I moved my lips over her jaw, down the side of her throat, as she wound her fingers more tightly in my hair. Her hips rocked against mine in a deliberate attempt to relieve some of the tension I knew had to be building inside her body. She was seeking her own form of release, even if she didn't know it. A release that I was more than willing to give her if she'd just let me...

"Jordan," she moaned, dragging my mouth back to hers.

I moved my hand away from her chest, skimming it over her ribs to rest against the waistband of her jeans. I wanted so badly to unbutton that top button, to slip my fingers over her soft curls, to slid them into her silky, moist heat... Even as the thoughts assailed me, I hardened painfully. There was no way the she could miss my body's reaction to her. She had to know what she was doing to me.

"Jordan," she moaned against my lips again.

Lifting my head, I stared down at her from beneath my lashes. My voice came out in a seductive whisper. "Yeah?"

"Please," she whimpered, unsure of what she was even asking of me.

"What do you want me to do, Ang?" I asked, the same as I do every time we get to this point, knowing that this is where she always stops me, but praying that she wouldn't.

Ever since that day, the day she went home with me, we'd pushed her boundaries. One afternoon lying on her bed, exploring each other, wasn't enough. Together, we tested her limits. Every chance we got to be alone, we took it. Wherever we could.

We'd done this on her bed, her sofa, the rug on her living room floor. We used the front seat of my car, never the back, and the hood. The boiler room. My bed, and now the sofa in the loft.

Today we were in the loft lying on the ratty sofa that was strategically placed facing away from the door. It was placed that way for this exact purpose. To offer a semblance of privacy in the wide open room.

One of her small hands let go of my hair and moved to where mine rested at her waist. "Touch me," she whispered, dragging it to the small metal snap keeping me from doing what I had just been dreaming about seconds before. "Please."

My eyes, locked on hers, were searching, questioning. We had never done this before. We'd never went beyond touching above the waist. She had to be certain this is what she wanted.

"Please," she whispered again, pressing against my fingers.

Shifting, I lifted my weight from atop her to lie by her side. Instead of unfastening her jeans, which I was pretty sure she wasn't ready for, I cupped her through the denim covering her most intimate area, grinding my palm against her mound. She arched up into my touch.

"Like this?" I asked, dropping my voice to the husky whisper that I knew drove girls crazy.

I continued to massage her through her jeans, all the while wishing I could remove this barrier between us and lose myself in her tight body. I wanted her so badly my whole body was aching. As much as I wanted to push her limits, I didn't want to push her away.

"Yes," she sighed breathlessly, arching into my touch.

Her hands tugged me back to her. Her lips sought mine as she bucked her hips against the rythym of my strokes. Her breathy moans and low whimpers of pleasure urged me on as I pushed her body higher, pressing my erection against her thigh.

I knew she'd never done this before. I knew she'd never let anyone touch her this way. It amazed me that after everything we'd been through I was allowed to be anywhere near her, much less touch her like this.

I could tell she was getting close. She began to move with an urgency I knew all too well. As her body grew taut, her breath catching in her throat, I pushed her higher. Her fingers bit into my shoulders. Her cry of pleasure as she went over the edge was lost inside the dark creavices of my mouth.

When her body collapsed back onto the sofa, I halted my movements. I kissed her gently once more, ducking my head to rest against her shoulder. As she lay beneath me spent, I needed a moment to get my own urges under control before I could move away from her completely.

Her fingers began a slow, gentle stroke of my hair. "Wow," she whispered, the wonder of what had just happened evident in her voice.

Despite the tightness behind my zipper, the almost unbearable discomfort, I chuckled, lifting my head. I grinned down at her. "Yeah?"

Her mouth stretched into a beautiful smile. "Yeah." Her eyes, still glazed and partially unfocused, found mine. "I had no idea."

I couldn't stop the knowing smirk from reaching my lips. Kissing her quickly, I rolled into a sitting position and tugged her up. "And we didn't take any clothes off," I teased, nuzzling her neck.

She leaned into me, sighing. "Jordan," she admonished softly.

"What?" I nudged her gently with my shoulder. When she didn't lift her head, I rushed to assure her. "I wasn't complaining, Ang. Just saying."

Her head lifted slowly, her gaze locked with mine. "I want..." she started, but was cut off by heavy footsteps on the stairs.

"Yo, Catalano! You decent?" came the voice of Tino, my often absent friend.

Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her tenderly. "Sorry," I mumbled, just seconds before Tino entered the room. "What?" I demanded, turning to scowl at him over the back of the sofa.

"Oh. Hey, Chase," he said, eying Angela with a funny look on his face.

"Um, hey," she replied, hooking her hair behind her ear. Her face flushed bright red as she looked down at her lap.

"Whataya want, Tino," I asked when he didn't say anything else.

He tore his gaze from Angela's bent head to look at me. "Saturday night," he said with no further elaboration.

"Huh?" Saturday night? As in the day after tomorrow? "What about it?"

Tino looked pointedly at Angela and shook his head, rolling his eyes. "You, me, a little trip to Jersey."

Running the shit his brother had jacked to Jersey to unload is what he meant. It was something we'd done more than once. It was easy money, considering all we had to do was deliver it and we got a cut of the profits.

"Not this Saturday." I got to my feet and pulled Angela up behind me. "I gotta somethin' to do this weekend."

"Something more important than this?" Looking at me skeptically, Tino continued, "Man, this is a big one. Bigger than ever. You gonna turn that down."

"Yup." I laced my fingers with her, tugging her with me toward the stairs. "We gotta go. See ya', man."

I expected her to comment, to ask about what Tino was saying, but she didn't. She remained quiet all the way to the car. Waiting for me to unlock the door, she slid across the seat to the middle and stopped.

"Thank you, Jordan," she said softly, lying her hand on my thigh as I put the key in the ignition.

"For what," I asked, catching her secret smile for the first time.

"For telling him you couldn't because you had something else to do." She leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the jaw.

My brow creased in confusion. Why was she thanking me? Had she really known what he was talking about? Maybe Graff had said something to her...

Then she explained it to me. "Because I know the last thing you really want to be doing is going to the dance, right?"

The dance.


I forgot all about the dance.

What I'd meant was, I had to stay home with Joey this weekend 'cause Ma and Joe had planned a trip out of town, just the two of them, for Ma's birthday. Because Ma asked, and it was her birthday, I couldn't say no. I hadn't even given a thought to what weekend it was.

I closed my eyes, rolling my head back against the headrest and muttered "fuck".

"You forgot about the dance." Her hand dropped away. Her tone, flat and emotionless, gave nothing away. "Even though we've been talking about it for weeks."

I opened one eye to peek at her. She was chewing on the inside of her jaw, her lips were pursed angrily. She reached up to push her hair behind her ear. When she turned to look at me, I felt a twinge of fear because I knew she was about to let me have it.