I wait for Amanda to say something. Anything. My entire body is tense, nerves buzzing inside me, making me feel antsy. I grab hold of her slender shoulders and take a step backward, causing her to tilt her head so her gaze meets mine.

Her eyes shine with tears and her cheeks are flushed—and damp. She smiles at me and shakes her head, a little laugh escaping her. “You hijacked a tour bus, Jordan. For me?”

“For you.” I gave the driver a huge tip and when I spoke to his manager on the phone I promised I’d film a commercial for the tour company. I was that desperate to prove my point to Amanda.

I’d do anything for her.

Anything.

The laughter dies, and she smiles, her eyes glowing. “I love you too,” she whispers. “I’ve loved you for what feels like forever.”

Before she can say something else she’s back in my arms, my mouth fused with hers. The crowd on the sidewalk, on the bus, even the people waiting in their cars start cheering and I can hear the click of the cameras taking our photo.

This is the biggest declaration I can make. She can never doubt me again. I’m in love with Amanda. And she’s in love with me.

“Come on,” I whisper against her lips when I break the kiss seconds later. “Let’s go inside.”

We rush into the hotel lobby, her hand clasped in mine as I lead her over to the elevator, thankful when the doors slide open immediately. We slip inside and I press the number six button, Amanda wrapping her arms around my neck just as the doors slide closed, her mouth on mine before the car even begins its ascent.

Her kiss is hungry, her tongue seeking mine, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. I return the kiss with matching hunger, guiding her out of the elevator when we reach the sixth floor. I tear my lips from hers and practically drag her to our room, my shaky fingers having a hell of a time pulling the card key out of my wallet.

She laughs and takes the key from me, as if she knows I’m having difficulty, and she unlocks the door with ease. We enter the room in a rush, me pressing her against the door as soon as it shuts, my mouth back on hers, my hands sliding beneath her shirt, encountering warm, bare skin.

I tug the shirt up, and she helps me shed it, tossing it onto the floor. Her bra is white. Trimmed in satin and lace. Virginal when she’s anything but. I shove the cups up, exposing her breasts, her rosy pink nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I draw one in, sucking and biting, licking away the sting when I hear her harsh intake of breath. I do the same to the other nipple, my hand dropping in between her legs, rubbing her there, pressing the seam of her jeans against her pussy.

She writhes against me, her legs squeezing around my hand, like she never wants me to escape. With my other hand I undo the button, pull down the zipper, and then I’m delving my hand inside, brushing my fingers against her panties.

They’re damp. She’s so fucking wet right now.

All for me.

Our overeager hands start pulling at each other’s clothes, and within seconds we’re naked. I pick her up, carry her to the bed and deposit her there, following after her. Our kiss is long, full of circling tongues and heat, my cock ready to plunge inside her wet depths and just fuck her already, but I hold myself back.

I want to savor her.

Without warning I roll us over, so I’m lying on my back and she’s on top of me, her legs splayed across my hips, my cock nudging against her. My hands find her ass and I grip her firmly, trying to get her to move.

She rests her hands on my shoulders and lifts up, staring down at me, her brow wrinkled. “What do you want me to do?”

“Sit on my face.” I smile.

Her mouth drops open in shock, but come the fuck on. She’s got to be pretending. “Jordan.”

I mimic her. “Amanda.”

Her cheeks turn pink. I guess she is actually a little…what? Embarrassed? “Are you serious?”

“Serious as fuck,” I tell her in my most solemn tone. I tug on her ass again. “Come on.”

“Oh God.” She releases a shuddery breath and closes her eyes, her entire body trembling. Pressing her lips together, she moves away from me, and my hands fall away from her ass. Now it’s my turn to frown at her in confusion. But the confusion evaporates quickly, because she crawls closer, so she’s right next to me, my mouth mere inches from her thigh. She rises up on her knees, grabs hold of the headboard, swings her leg over my head and straddles me so that we’re face to pussy.

I place my hands on her lower back, lift my head, and make first contact.