The sexy look on his face tells me he’s considering it. “Don’t tempt me.”
A shiver moves through me and he pulls me back into his arms. “Cold?” he asks.
“Yes.” But happy. So happy. The porch is lit from the glow of the Christmas lights Dad puts up every year, and pretty much every house on our street is lit up as well. “Oh! I want to give you something.”
He frowns. “What?”
I wiggle out of his hold and pull the small wrapped box out of the pocket of my cardigan. “This is for you.”
His frown deepens as he stares at the box I’m holding before he lifts his gaze to mine. “I thought you were giving me my gift tomorrow.”
“I have two presents for you. This is the special one. The other one can wait until Christmas.” Tomorrow’s gift is a bottle of cologne that will make me want to lick him every time I smell him. A real win-win gift, if you ask me.
He takes the present from me and slowly unwraps it to reveal a simple black box. He pulls off the lid and finds the men’s silver link bracelet I bought for him. Lifting his head, he smiles at me. “I love it.”
“Really,” he says firmly, taking the bracelet out of the box. “Will you help me put it on?”
I take the bracelet from him and hook it around his wrist. It looks good on him and I smile, tracing my finger over the silver links. “You don’t mind wearing a bracelet?”
“I love it so much.” I hold my hand out and spread my fingers, admiring my new ring. It’s so tiny and dainty and perfect. A promise ring, he called it. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you,” he says, his voice low. I turn to meet his gaze and see the heat there. The hunger. Goose bumps sweep over me as he leans in and kisses me again, his tongue searching my mouth, his hand cradling my cheek.
The front door swings open, causing us to spring apart, and my brother Trent is standing there with a disgusted look on his little face. “Mom says you two need to come in before you freeze to death, but I’m telling on you. Mom, Amanda and Tuttle are making out on the front porch!”
The door slams before I can hear what anyone else said.
“Should we go inside?” Jordan asks, his eyes sparkling with amusement. That he can tolerate my pain-in-the-butt brother says a lot about his character.
“I guess so,” I say with a little laugh.
“Hey,” he says from behind me just before I open the door.
He reaches out and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin. “Did I tell you today that I love you?”
My cheeks go hot. Will I ever get used to Jordan so freely offering words of love to me? Probably not. “Yes, you did. But I’d like to hear it again.”
“I love you too, Jordan Tuttle.” I touch his neck, his hair. I can’t get enough of him. Ever.
“Forever?” he asks. It’s our new favorite word and hearing it makes me smile.