When he cupped his hands over the firm curve of her ass and swept his tongue across her full bottom lip, she leaned into him. On a sigh she parted her lips and he took possession of her sweet, minty mouth. Her plump breasts pressed against his chest, and the scent of peaches drifted from her warm, soft skin. It was the most intimate they'd ever been. And he wanted more.
But wanting and having were two different things.
He didn't want her to think he'd brought her along to service him and he didn't want her running out the door because he'd scared her. Though she responded to his touch and his kiss, he didn't know exactly where she stood with the whole sex thing.
Maybe because of her past she wasn't receptive to the idea. He needed to be careful about that. Though he'd been a man who'd always taken, this time he had to give. And with Lucy that meant he had to give her time to decide if this was what she wanted, not that she felt she'd been forced into anything.
Reluctantly he ended the kiss without being abrupt, then he made some lame-­ass excuse about it might be better if they stopped in case Nicki walked in, which was a complete one-­eighty on what he really wanted to do.
Lucy lay in Jordan's giant bed between ultra soft, luxurious sheets, staring up at the ceiling wondering why he'd abruptly ended such an amazing kiss.
Maybe, like he said, it really had been because Nicole was just down the hall and could walk in at any moment. Or maybe Lucy just didn't push his buttons dressed in a pair of raggedy cutoff sweats and a T-­shirt. Of course, if he'd gone a little further he would have discovered her newest Victoria's Secret lace undies. Those were certainly sexy, if she had to say so herself. And of course she did because no one else had seen them.
Or probably ever would with her luck.
Lucy had never had the opportunity to be the aggressor in a relationship. Her ex and whatever this was going on with Jordan was all the experience she had in the world. It wasn't much. Especially since her ex had been so callous and selfish in bed. Not to mention very, very speedy.
Thankfully.
Unlike many women who'd gone through abusive situations, she wasn't turned off toward sex. Just the opposite. She was very curious. She wondered if there really was such a thing as multiple orgasms. Or even if it was possible to have an orgasm with a real live man and not a battery-­operated boyfriend.
She readjusted the pillow, giving it two punches just for good measure.
Why was she lying there thinking about that kind of stuff when all it would do was bring her another frustrated night of tossing and turning? She needed to think about something else. She ran her fingertips over the fluffy comforter and her thoughts immediately shifted toward guilt.
How could she lie there all night in that gigantic bed-­alone-­while Jordan, who was well over six feet tall and built like a god-­was probably uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa? Especially when he had to get up the following morning and hit the ice for another grueling practice.
She sat up, pushed her hair off her face, and got out of bed. She couldn't let him sleep out there. He was right. The bed was big enough for both of them. They'd just have to make sure Nicole didn't find out.
She'd tiptoed into the darkened living room before she realized she'd left her glasses on the nightstand. Though moonlight filtered through the curtains, she couldn't see anything but a blur because of her nearsightedness.
Too late to go back and get them now.
Careful she didn't stub her toe, she made her way toward the sofa. Jordan was stretched out on his back with one arm thrown over his eyes. The other arm was hugging a blonde stretched out between him and the back of the sofa.
Lucy stopped.
Squinted.
Her heart pounded. Maybe he'd ended their kiss earlier because he had someone else in mind and she was on that sofa with him right now.
No.
He wouldn't do that.
Would he?
She took another step closer and squinted again. Between the dim light and her horrible eyesight she couldn't see much. Just a mop of golden hair. Beneath her foot a floorboard creaked. The head popped up and relief poured like sugar through her when she realized it was only Ziggy.
Not wanting to startle Jordan, Lucy crept closer. She reached out her hand to touch his shoulder and gently wake him. Like a bullet his hand shot out and he pulled her down on top of him. Ziggy escaped over the back of the sofa.
Lucy let out a giggle. "You scared me."
Suddenly his hands were on her behind and he was grinning up at her.
"I didn't know you had it in you to be so sneaky," he whispered. "I like it."
His hands pressed her down and she figured he must really like it, because his sizable erection surged against her most sensitive area.