One More Night/ A Jordan Knight Fanfic✔️

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Thirty-Seven

When I open my door later that evening, my heart leaps at seeing Jordan standing there in all his rock star glory. The sexy stubble outlining his jaw calls for my fingers. His dark hair is a complete mess that somehow looks perfect on him. His green eyes are alight with some pent-up emotion, and all I want to do is rip the white t-shirt he's wearing over his head so I can stare at those gorgeous abs I know he hides under it.

Jordan's mouth tips up into a smile before we even say a word to each other, and my automatic response is to mirror his smile. Suddenly he's grinning at me like an idiot, and I'm grinning back like an equal idiot, and I don't even know why. When a giggle bubbles up from my chest, I have no idea where it came from and I have no idea how to stop it.

I don't even try.

Instead, Jordan walks in and takes me in his arms, and as much as I've fought it, as much as I've convinced myself this isn't what I want...it is.

It's exactly what I want. It's right. It's pure. It's magic. It's perfect.

It's that moment when I realize I've been punishing myself for sleeping with Jordan, but it was inevitable. He may not stick around forever, but it's time for me to stop pretending like this isn't what I want.

I wish I would've figured this out before Donnie left, but I was too consumed with guilt to see the situation clearly. I wish I would've broken things off with him. I wish I would've stopped fighting myself so I could be happy. But now he's on his way to a different country.

"You know," I say into his chest because he's holding me so tightly that my face is smashed there, "I used to fantasize that the ultimate rock star bad boy Jordan Knight would one day show up at my house and ring my doorbell."

"I told you earlier, rock stars love to make fantasies come true." He kicks the door shut behind him. "Ever fantasize about the rock star bad boy fucking you in the middle of your entryway?"

He tips my chin up and his mouth finds mine. He kisses me like a starved man, and I meet his battering tongue with my own.

His hands are everywhere at once, and again I lose myself in the frenzy of his touch. I've fought it, but ultimately it was a demanding, arduous, uphill battle because it was never something I had any chance of really fighting against.

"Get the bra out of the way," he says. "But leave on this sexy white top."

I reach behind me to unhook my bra. I fling it somewhere into the room, and he pulls my breasts up over the top of my shirt. He pinches my nipples and I groan, and then he nuzzles his face in the valley between my breasts before he moves up to kiss my mouth. His fingers trail down to work me over my shorts, and I'm lost in the feel of him, the pleasure, the heat, the need.

I reach down and cup his erection over the outside of his jeans. He's so painfully hard, so ready for me, and I'm ready to give him anything he asks for. Anything. My body screams in agony for him, and just as he slips his fingers down the front of my shorts to give the ache some tiny bit of relief, he freezes. "What was that?"

"Huh?" I ask stupidly.

"That noise. Did you hear that?"

I shake my head, and then I hear keys at the front door. "Oh, shit," I say. I pull my shirt up over my breasts as Jordan jumps away from me.

The door opens, and Jill comes bounding in with Danny behind her. Danny carries a bag of groceries.

"Hi guys!" Jill says. She's bubbly and excited, and I'm horror struck that they're here interrupting us.