Before she could move, he slid down her body and stirred up a whole lot of magic again that answered her long-­wondered question.
Yes, there was such a thing as multiple orgasms.
Chapter 13
From somewhere in the apartment an alarm beeped. Jordan jolted awake, once again on the sofa. After he'd given Lucy several orgasms, she'd fallen asleep in his arms. He'd held her all night until the wee hours of the morning when he'd slipped from bed and gone into the bathroom to take a shower.
Holding off from slipping his aching cock inside her sweet, slick body had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. But he wanted Lucy to know that he wasn't just thinking about himself. In more ways than one she came first. He'd never been a man who'd given before but he'd excelled at taking. With Lucy, he wanted to give. He wanted to feel her relax in his arms and make those sexy sounds that told him she'd left her past at the door and trusted him enough to let him go places no man had ever been.
He'd never cuddled before in his life. Yet when he got out of bed, he wanted to crawl right back in next to her.
The middle-­of-­the-­night shower had been a necessity to relieve the ache of wanting her. His own hand had been a poor substitute, but making Lucy happy came first. Because he didn't want Nicole to wake up in the morning and find him in bed with her teacher, he'd gone back to the cold sofa and eventually fallen asleep with Ziggy snoring by his feet.
When the alarm buzzer shut off, he knew Lucy would soon make an appearance. He got up and folded the blanket. Then he went into the kitchen to turn on the coffeemaker and start throwing something together for breakfast. If it had just been him a protein shake would do, but he had two females to think about right now.
That knowledge made him smile.
He'd never had to think about anyone else's needs before. It made for a nice change.
The only blonde in the place just needed a bowl of kibble to keep him happy. Jordan rubbed the dog's head as he reached into a bottom cupboard for a skillet. Several minutes later Lucy shuffled in wearing her big fluffy robe, bed hair, and a confused look. She stopped at the end of the counter as if she didn't quite know what to say or do.
"Good morning." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Sleep well?"
She nodded. "I'm not sure I've ever slept that well before."
He gave her a knowing grin. "I'm glad to know you were satisfied."
"Obviously several bone-­melting times. But you . . . ?"
Ah. There was the reason for the confusion.
"I slept good too," he joked, trying to pull her from her state of concern.
"But you didn't . . . I mean we didn't . . . I mean you-­"
"Last night wasn't about me." He pulled her close. Kissed the top of her head while the coffeemaker gurgled. "We have lots of time to figure things out. I don't want to push you into something you don't want to do."
"Jordan?" She curled her fingers into the front of his shirt. "I want to. I really really want to."
"Ah. I love the sound of my name on your lips."
A cute little frown wrinkled between her brows. "You're dodging the subject."
"I'm not. I was about to say that if my sister wouldn't be walking in here in a few minutes-­which is why I went back to sleeping on the sofa last night-­I'd be carrying you off to the bedroom for lesson number two just so I could hear my name on your lips again."
A sleek dark brow lifted from behind her glasses. "Just?"
"Just one of the many reasons." He slipped his hands down her back, gripped her rear end in his hands, and gave her a little squeeze. "We still have tonight."
"Can you have sex before a game?"
"Absolutely."
"Good." She lifted to her toes and planted a kiss on him that made him rethink the whole waiting thing.
"I'm taking a shower," she said as she sauntered away. "Just in case you're interested."
"You're killing me, Lucy," he said, but the grin on his face said he liked the new, playful Lucy.
He liked her a hell of a lot.
Though Lucy had sworn she didn't mind cooking dinner again, Jordan insisted on taking her and Nicole out to a place called Peach Magnolia Grill. When they walked into the converted Victorian house, Lucy immediately liked the traditional Southern décor. The aroma from the food at the surrounding tables made her mouth water. Nicole, however, looked slightly unsure.
"They have everything here from fried chicken to alligator," Jordan told his sister. "I'm sure you'll find something you like."