Chapter 63: 63 | The Kissing Game Has No Rules [CASTLE BONUS]

Jordan lowered his face to her neck. Pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. Found the spot where her pulse hammered against thin skin and sucked gently.

"Ah—" Chloe’s back arched off the couch. Her hands flew to his shoulders. "Jordan—"

"Still winning the game," Jordan murmured against her neck.

"What game?"

"The kissing game."

"I already kissed you on the mouth. I won."

"Did you though?"

"Yes!"

Jordan pulled back to look at her. "I kissed you back. That means we tied."

"That’s not how winning works."

"Then how does it work?"

Chloe opened her mouth. Closed it. Her brain was clearly trying to construct an argument that made sense.

Jordan kissed her again before she could respond. Slow and deep. His tongue swept against hers. His hands framed her face. His thumbs stroked her flushed cheeks.

Chloe melted into the couch. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hips lifted to press harder against him.

"Mmm—" The sound vibrated in her chest.

Jordan broke the kiss and moved lower. His lips traced the line of her jaw. Down to her throat. Across her collarbone where her hoodie had shifted.

Chloe’s breathing went ragged. Her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged harder than before.

"Wait—" she gasped.

Jordan froze. Pulled back immediately. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just—" She bit her lip. "We need to talk about something."

Oh god. Here it comes. She’s gonna tell me to leave. Tell me this is moving too fast. Tell me she can’t do this after all.

"Okay," Jordan said carefully. "What’s up?"

Chloe’s cheeks went impossibly redder. "Are we... doing this again? Like last night?"

Jordan’s brain stuttered. "Do you want to?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second."

"That’s not an answer."

Jordan shifted his hips. His hardness pressed more firmly against her center through their clothes.

Chloe gasped. "Oh—"

"Does that answer your question?" Jordan asked.

"That’s—" Her voice hitched. "That’s not fair."

"You started it."

"I didn’t start anything!"

"You climbed on top of me."

"You told me to!"

"And you obeyed. Very un-Chloe of you."

Chloe glared at him. The effect was somewhat ruined by the way her pupils had blown wide and her chest heaved with rapid breathing.

"I don’t obey anyone," she said.

"Prove it."

Wrong thing to say again.

Chloe’s hands moved to the hem of her hoodie. She grabbed the fabric and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion.

The hoodie hit the floor.

She wore nothing underneath. Just bare skin and perfect curves and those same breasts Jordan had touched and kissed and worshipped less than twenty-four hours ago.

Jordan’s mouth went dry.

"Still think I obey?" Chloe asked. Her voice carried a challenge that made Jordan’s pulse spike.

"Nope," Jordan managed.

"Good."

She reached for his shirt next. Tugged at the hem impatiently. "Off."

Jordan sat back on his heels and yanked his shirt over his head. Tossed it toward the coffee table. Missed completely.

Chloe’s eyes roamed across his chest and stomach. Her gaze turned hungry. Possessive.

Jordan leaned back down. Pressed his bare chest against hers. Skin to skin. Heat to heat.

Chloe’s breath caught. "Fuck—"

"Better?"

"So much better."

Jordan kissed her again. Let his hands wander down her sides. Traced the curve of her waist. The flare of her hips. The smooth skin of her inner thighs where her leggings stretched tight.

Chloe’s legs tightened around his waist. Her hips rolled up to meet his.

The friction sent sparks shooting up Jordan’s spine. His hips rocked forward on instinct.

"Nnh—" Chloe’s moan broke against his lips.

Jordan did it again. Ground himself against her center through their clothes. The pressure felt incredible and not nearly enough at the same time.

"Jordan—" Chloe’s nails dug into his shoulders. "If you’re gonna—we need to move upstairs—"

"Why?"

"Because if we do this on the couch I’m throwing out the cushions."

"They’re expensive cushions."

"I don’t care. Bed. Now."

Fair point.

Jordan pulled back. Stood up from the couch. Extended his hand.

Chloe took it. Let him pull her to her feet.

She stood there topless in her black leggings and white socks, her ponytail messed up and her lips swollen from kissing. The blue streak in her hair fell across one eye.

Jordan’s brain short-circuited for the second time in five minutes.

Chloe noticed. Her mouth curved into a smile that was pure trouble. "You okay?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you look like that."

"Like what?"

"Like every fantasy I’ve ever had."

Chloe’s smile widened. She turned and walked toward the stairs. Her hips swayed with each step.

Jordan followed. His eyes glued to the curve of her ass in those leggings.

They climbed the stairs together. Chloe reached the loft first and headed straight for her bed.

Jordan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. The third time in the last hour.

He pulled it out. Glanced at the screen.

Mom: Honey please call me back! I’m so excited to hear about your girlfriend! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Jordan locked the phone. Tossed it onto Chloe’s desk.

Chloe sat on the edge of her bed. White sheets. White pillowcases. Everything clean and fresh because they’d changed them together after last night.

"You coming?" she asked.

Jordan crossed the space in three long strides. Stopped directly in front of her.

Chloe had to tilt her head back to look up at him. The position made her throat stretch long and exposed.

"I thought you needed to process," Jordan said.

"I did process."

"In two hours?"

"I’m efficient."

"What did you decide?"

Chloe reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants. Tugged him closer until his legs hit the bed frame.

"I decided," she said slowly, "that I’m really bad at staying away from you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Her hands moved to his zipper. "Is that a problem?"

Jordan’s brain turned to static. "Nope. No problem at all."

"Good."

She pulled his zipper down. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet loft.