Chapter 3
Ok! Ok! I know I'm a total schmuck for not updating in like years but here goes. I even had to reread the beginning of the story so that I would know what was going on.
The candle light flickered in her eyes and made them dance. All Woody could do was stare hopelessly at her as she picked at her food. "You know this is not your fault, Jordan." He stated finally breaking the silence. "This guy is just insane and there is nothing that you could do different."
"I could find him." She stated matter-of-factly. She didn't even look up. With a final scrape of her knife she stood up and began gathering the finished plates and utensils.
"You don't have to do that." Woody said appalled at the feminine gesture. "I'll clean up later."
"No, thanks, I need something to do while I think." She replied whisking the dishes away to the sink. She began to run the hot water and squirted it with the dish soap. Staring at her own reflection in the rainbow touched water she couldn't help but wonder if this could be her life. The wife who cooks and cleans and loves her husband, but who also happens to have her own career that takes all of her time, surely not.
But to have him come up behind her and wrap his arms around her trapping her between himself and the sink the way her dad use to do her mother, softly kissing her neck the way he was doing now. The way he was doing now!?! She suddenly became very aware that she was reacting to an actual stimulus instead of a dream. Between the gentle kisses he planted on her neck he murmured, "I know you're scared, Jordan, but I'm here" and then continued to caress her neck. Every breath that he released sent chills up her spine. Slowly they swayed, both feeling that if they weren't facing each other, that it might not really be happening. He moved from the crook of her neck to the special spot right under her ear and it sent her head spinning. This shouldn't be happening. She thought. This CAN'T be happening. But instead of running away she turned around and kissed him senseless.
The force of the kiss knocked him off balance and sent him crashing into the wall behind him. Jordan was not far behind and pinned him against the wall with another kiss. She felt exhilarated from taking charge and it fueled her desire even more. Coming up for air and breaking the passion, breathlessly heaving Woody questions, " I thought we weren't gonna talk about this anymore."
Playfully Jordan retorted, "This isn't exactly talking, cowboy." Before finding his mouth again.
Never in his whole life had his body been on fire for someone. He felt every little touch as if it were a thousand needles sticking in him at once. The sheer force of it all made his head ring. Wait, that's the phone ringing. He thought he had said it aloud, but the kissing didn't cease. "Jordan, the phone." He managed.