"Oh. You are so wearing the boa." She laughed. Since he'd gone to all this trouble she could hardly say no to a little fun. Even if she looked silly doing it. "And the glitter glasses."
"No problem." He plopped the tiara on his head. "I'm perfectly comfortable enough in my masculinity."
Another giggle bubbled from her throat as they piled on the props, then posed like complete fools just before the camera flashed. Lucy had never done anything so crazy and she was surprised at how good it felt. Being with Jordan made her feel good, almost like she was a different person. And for the most part, that wasn't such a bad thing.
As the camera counted down for another shot, she tilted her bright yellow zebra fedora, held up the red paper mustache, and pursed her lips. Jordan caught her around the waist and pulled her in for a mustache kiss.
The kiss lasted long enough for several flashes, and wrapping her arms around the boa circling his neck, Lucy forgot all about the camera until he lifted his head.
"Ready to see how crazy we look?"
She nodded and he tugged her hand, and they pushed aside the curtain to wait for the developed pictures to drop into the slot.
"Oh my God." She pressed her fingers to her lips to hold back a laugh. Tux-­wearing Jordan Kincade wrapped in a hot pink feather boa, a tiara, and silver glitter glasses was a sight to behold. "Those are total blackmail worthy."
"Yeah." He chuckled. "I'm sure my teammates would love to get their gloves on these."
Lucy snatched them from his hand and dropped them down the front of her dress. "Which is why you should be nice to me." She grinned and backed away when he reached for her. "Be afraid, Jordan. Be very afraid."
When he caught her it was mid-­laugh. But that didn't stop him from kissing her again and making her toes curl inside her very sparkly high heels.
He removed the tiara and settled it on top of her head. "I officially dub you Prom Queen."
She touched the plastic crown. "I've never been queen of anything before."
"Honey, you can order me around all you want." He gave her a quick kiss. "Now, how about we get you something to go with the bubbly? Something to keep your energy up for the rest of the night." He swept his hand in the direction of a table she hadn't noticed.
"Holy . . ." She gasped. His attention to detail touched her deeply. "A chocolate fountain?"
"Uh-­oh. Too much?"
"Too delicious." She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the table. "Strawberries, pineapple, marshmallows, and . . . oh my God, Rice Krispies treats."
"I assume you like chocolate?"
"As much as I try to eat healthy, I adore it. I swear, if chocolate was a church I'd pray there every day." She picked up the silver tongs and dropped several delicacies onto a white china plate before she stuck them under the Willy Wonka fountain of rich, dark chocolate.
"The French believe it's an aphrodisiac," he said, holding a giant marshmallow beneath the chocolaty ripples.
"I can understand why." Lucy took a bite of a chocolate-­coated pineapple spear, closed her eyes, and moaned. "Oh. My. God. So good."
When she opened her eyes he was looking at her. Watching her with lust in the depths of those dark sapphire eyes.
She didn't know if the French were right about chocolate, but the desire she saw in his eyes tickled her in the center of her chest before it moved down toward her pink lace panties.
For her the sensation was rare. Not that she didn't ever have those kinds of feelings, but they'd been buried so deep beneath a layer of mistrust and displeasure she'd almost forgotten they existed.
Jordan had no problem helping her remember.
Before she knew what she was doing-­or could stop herself-­she grabbed the lapel of his tux and tugged him down until she could reach his lips.
And then . . . she kissed him.
If he never did anything like this again in his life, every moment Jordan had spent putting this faux prom together exploded like a flash fire when Lucy pressed her lips to his and moaned like she was in the throes of passion.
Dancing with her so close had been sweet torture. Laughing with her had been even better. The sweetness of her scent bloomed around him like summer roses. The heat of her body, the softness of her skin, enticed him like nothing he'd ever experienced in his life. And in his life he'd experienced a lot.
Lucy was magic.
With her lips on his he could barely control his passion. A rarity for him because he was all about control. Which did not bode well for his fantasy of laying her out on that table, spreading chocolate all over her luscious body, and licking it off.