Chapter Six
Laci
After my steamy second date with Jordan, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Every part of me, every cell in my body was dying for close contact with him. I couldn’t even kiss him now without getting wet, and the way his intense brown eyes flicked over my body always made me feel hot and bothered.
“What’s with you?”
The sound of Taylor’s voice brought me back to reality. We were sitting in the teacher’s lounge, sipping coffee with a pile of papers in front of us. I knew I should be working, but all I could think about was Jordan. What was he doing? Was he thinking of me?
And more importantly, did he feel the same way? Was he counting the hours until we saw each other again?
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head and blushing. “I’m a little distracted today.”
Taylor snorted. “You’ve been a little distracted most days now that you’ve started dating that guy,” she said. She laughed. “So, you’re really falling for him, aren’t you?”
I shrugged, even though I knew I was. “Yeah, I think so,” I said slowly. “I mean, we’re still getting to know each other. But I could see it going in that direction for sure.”
“Well, try to keep your head in the game,” Taylor said. “You don’t want to show all your cards at once, you know?”
I frowned.
“And don’t tell me it’s too late for that,” Taylor said. She tossed her hair over one shoulder. “You really want to play hard to get, especially if he’s really wealthy.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What does money have to do with anything? He likes me for me,” I added. “And I don’t care that he’s rich. I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t rich,” I added.
Taylor giggled. “You’re so cute,” she said.
I frowned. “Don’t be so patronizing,” I told her. “You forget what it’s like to start dating someone and get really excited about them.”
Taylor flicked her gaze up to where Nick was sitting, a few seats away. “Yeah,” she said. There was a touch of wistfulness in her voice. “I guess I have. Sorry, Laci.”
I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.” I swallowed. “I’m just nervous, I guess.”
“Nervous? About what?”
I glanced down at my hands twined together in my lap and flushed.
Taylor’s eyes got big, but thankfully she didn’t say anything too incriminating. “Ah,” she said. “Well, that’s coming up now, isn’t it? Tonight’s what? Your third date?”
I nodded.
“And?”
I blushed again. “I want to,” I said quietly, hoping Nick wouldn’t overhear. “But I don’t want him to think I’m too easy. Or too forward.”
To my dismay, Nick’s head perked up and he started laughing. “Oh my god,” he said, shaking his head. “Are you guys really talking about sex?”
“Shut up,” Taylor hissed through gritted teeth. “Laci, let’s go.”
“No, wait,” Nick said. Chuckling, he got to his feet. “Laci, let me tell you something that practically every man could sense about you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I want to hear it,” I said.
“Well, too bad – no man is going to think you’re easy,” Nick said. He laughed again and rolled his eyes. “You’re like, Miss Priss.”
“Ew!” I wrinkled my nose and got to my feet. “Taylor, come on.”
Taylor followed me out of the teacher’s lounge, glaring hotly at Nick. “He’s such an asshole,” she said as we made our way down the hall and into the bright sunshine. The school year was almost over, but now that I’d met Jordan, I’d gone from worrying about what I’d do with all my free time to looking forward to spending it with him.
“And don’t listen to him,” Taylor said firmly. “He’s such a dick.”
I shrugged and glanced down at my outfit. I’d been so tired that morning that instead of making an effort, I’d only thrown on a light sweater and a pair of slacks.
“I don’t know,” I said, hesitating slightly. “Maybe he had a point. I’m not exactly what most guys would call hot.”
“Laci, you can’t think like that,” Taylor said. “You’re gorgeous. You’re just a little…”
“A little what?”
Taylor looked embarrassed. “Casual,” she said. “But I bet Jordan loves the way you look.”
I flushed when I remembered how he’d stared at me during our last date. “Yeah,” I said. “But it’s different with him, you know? I actually feel something – I actually feel sexy.”
“Then that means that tonight’s the night,” Taylor said. She gave me an impish grin. “And don’t try to tell me otherwise.”
“Does it hurt?”
Taylor bit her lip. “It did for me,” she said. “But I wasn’t exactly ready. I was still a teenager – obviously, I hadn’t even heard the word ‘foreplay’ before.”
“Do you think it’ll hurt for me?”
Taylor shrugged. “Just make sure you’re ready. It might hurt, yeah. But who knows,” she added, winking at me. “From what you’ve told me, this guy is a total stud. I don’t think he sounds like the type to be ignorant of your needs.”
I fanned myself. “I feel like a little kid,” I said. “I can’t believe I’m still a virgin. God, that’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Taylor replied. She yawned, rubbing her eyes with one fist. “I shouldn’t have had sex when I did. It was like, way before I was ready.”
We’d reached the corner where we usually parted ways, and reluctantly I left my friend and turned in the direction of home. I was over the moon about my date with Jordan, but now I was starting to feel nervous. What if he could tell how inexperienced I was? What if I didn’t please him?
Or worse – what if he didn’t like the way I looked naked?
By the time I got home, I was a bundle of nerves. Jenna was sitting at the table, looking over some papers.
“Hey,” Jenna said. “Are you coming to my graduation? It’s next Thursday,” she added. “Please?”
“Of course,” I said with a frown. “What on earth makes you think I’d miss something so important?”
Jenna gave me a saucy look and I glared at her.
“I just know you really like this guy, that’s all,” she said, shrugging innocently. “And if you want to bring him—”
“No,” I said sharply. “Definitely not. There’s no way the two of you are going to meet for a long time.”
Jenna smirked. “Why? Afraid I’ll steal him?”
I rolled my eyes. “No,” I said. “Afraid you’ll be an impossible brat and drive him away.”
“Oh, come on,” Jenna said. “You know I wouldn’t do that. I’m curious, you know – I’ve never met someone so rich before.”
“That’s exactly the kind of brattiness I’m talking about,” I said. Groaning, I sat down in a chair next to her. “What do you want for dinner?”
Jenna turned her attention back to the paperwork in front of her. I realized that they were forms from her school, with directions for mailing her diploma. A small surge of guilt washed over me and I bit my lip. Maybe I’m spending too much time away from my family, I thought. I should be the one filling those out, just like a parent would do.
“Pizza, I guess,” Jenna said. “Or maybe cheesesteaks?”
I laughed. “One of these days, you’re going to have to learn how to cook,” I said. “There’s leftover spaghetti in the fridge, what about that?”
“You’re going out for dinner,” Jenna said defensively. “Why can’t I have takeout, too?”
“Because we have a fridge full of food,” I said firmly. “You can make a sandwich or something – there’s some salami, and the good cheese you like.”
“I don’t know why I can’t start college now,” Jenna said crossly. “I already eat like a college student.”
I snorted. “Hey,” I said. “Don’t make me buy a bunch of ramen.”
Jenna looked annoyed. “So, when are you leaving?”
I glanced down at my watch. “In an hour or so. You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”
Jenna gave me a wry look. “Of course,” she said. “I am eighteen, after all.”
“I know, I know,” I said, shaking my head as I walked down the hall and into my room. For a moment, my thoughts were consumed with Jenna. It was true that she was legally an adult – but compared with how I’d been at eighteen, she was basically still a child. But as soon as I opened my closet, all thoughts of my sister were pushed to the side. I picked through my clothes until I found just what I was looking for – a flowy sundress made from a gauzy material that seemed to shimmer in the light.
After shaving my legs in the bathroom sink, I got dressed and did my hair and makeup. I wanted to be pretty, but natural. After all, tonight was the night I’d finally be showing my real self to Jordan.
Jordan had suggested we meet at his condo for a few drinks before going out. I took a cab across the city, pressing my forehead to the window like a little kid. When we got to his neighborhood, I felt shocked. I’d known that Jordan was wealthy, but some of these buildings were unreal. It was like being in another world – a world I couldn’t believe managed to exist in the same city where I’d spent my whole life.
Jordan’s building was the grandest of them all. It was black marble with a touch of gold and chrome – almost like an Art Deco masterpiece from the nineteen-twenties.
Unsurprisingly, Jordan had the entire penthouse floor to himself. As I rode the elevator skyward, my heart began to beat faster and faster. This is really it, I thought nervously. I’m really about to sleep with Jordan for the first time!
Jordan met me at the elevator doors with a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses.
“These are beautiful,” I said softly as Jordan handed them over.
Jordan grinned. “Glad you like,” he said. “A lot of women don’t like roses, but I had a feeling they’d be right up your alley.”
I smiled. “I love them. And your building is gorgeous.”
Jordan shrugged. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “Too bad I don’t spend as much time at home as I really should.”
“Too much time in the office?” I teased.
Jordan bent his head down and kissed me. A delicious warmth spread through my body as his tongue slipped into my mouth and I shivered.
“Maybe,” Jordan whispered when he pulled away. His stubble tickled my chin and I giggled nervously. “Or maybe too much time with this gorgeous girl I just met.”
“She sounds terrible,” I said playfully. “I don’t like that idea.”
Jordan smirked. “She’s wonderful, actually,” he replied. “Come on.”
Taking my hand, Jordan led me inside his lavish condo. I hardly had time to look around before he pulled me into his arms and gave me a passionate kiss that left me weak in the knees. Dropping the roses to the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his.
“God, I want you so badly,” Jordan growled in my ear as he broke the kiss. He took my earlobe in his mouth and sucked it until I moaned loudly. Arching my back as pleasure crawled down my spine, I was hardly aware of Jordan taking me in his arms and moving through the luxurious living space.
“I want you, too,” I whispered.
Jordan carried me into a dark bedroom and set me down gently on the mattress. He crawled on top of my body, pinning me down to the mattress and nudging my head up and nibbling on my neck. His lips, tongue, and teeth felt so good as we moved together in the semi-darkness. I rubbed my hand over his close-cropped hair, then took his chin in my fingers and lifted his face to mine for a kiss. Inside, my heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening – it was so exciting that I could hardly breathe. As Jordan suckled my lower lip, I spread my legs and felt him crawl beneath my thighs on the mattress. Jordan ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts through the thin material of my dress. I moaned softly as he rubbed his thumbs over my stiff nipples. Pleasure flooded my body and I arched my back, spreading my legs as Jordan’s muscular bulk pressed against my crotch.
Jordan dipped his head to my chest, nuzzling my breasts through the thin material. He took his hands away and I moaned, desperate for more of the delicious pleasure he’d been giving me seconds before. As he pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss, I sucked Jordan’s tongue and ran my hands down his muscular body. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt – my fingers felt clumsy and awkward – and Jordan pulled away. He got to his knees and locked eyes with me as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it away from his ripped torso. Even in the dim lighting of the room, I could see huge black tattoos swirling and spiraling over his pectoral muscles and upper arms. Jordan locked eyes with me as he unzipped his pants and slid them down his hips. When he was clad only in silky black boxers, he ran a hand up my thigh. Goose bumps appeared all over my body and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy as he stroked my inner thigh.
“I know you want me,” Jordan growled. He pushed my dress up to my waist and crawled closer. A warm, musky smell filled the room and I blushed hotly at the knowledge that it was my own arousal. Jordan closed his eyes and inhaled, licking his lips.
“You smell delicious,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. Jordan stroked my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my most sensitive spot. Moaning, I wriggled closer, craving his touch in a way I’d never thought possible. When Jordan’s fingers finally made contact with the soaked crotch of my panties, I cried out loudly. It felt so good that I could hardly stand it. Jordan slipped a finger inside my panties, gently playing with my small tuft of pubic hair. He slid my panties down my hips and held them to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply until I blushed bright red.
With shaky hands, I lifted my dress over my head and tossed it to the side. Now I was completely naked on the bed and I’d never felt more exposed – or more desired – in my entire life. Jordan let his eyes linger over my body, trailing down my breasts and stomach and hips. I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands but Jordan took my hands in his and pulled them away.
“No,” Jordan growled. “I want you to watch. I want you to see everything, Laci.”
Just the way my name sounded in his voice was almost enough to make me come. I nervously licked my lips as Jordan stroked my lower belly. He moved his hand lower and lower until he was cupping my pussy. When I felt him spread me apart, I gasped and flushed a crimson red. Jordan slid a finger inside of me and I whimpered loudly. It didn’t hurt, but I could feel pressure. Then, he took his thumb and started stroking slow circles around my clit as he slid another finger inside of me. It felt so good that I started to wriggle and thrash and push my hips up against his hand. As Jordan continued stroking my hard clit, I began to sweat and pant. I could feel myself becoming even more turned on, and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer for him to take me.
Moaning loudly, I reached for Jordan’s body. He took his hand away and licked his fingers, staring me down as he made a show of licking my juices off his thumb. I shivered as he yanked his boxers down. His cock bobbed free – it was even bigger than I’d thought – and I gasped, suddenly wondering how that massive thing was going to fit inside me.
Jordan reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed his cock, rolling the rubber down to the base and groaning. I loved watching him stroke himself – even if only for a few minutes – and I gasped as he put his hand on my hip and crawled between my legs.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” Jordan grunted in my ear. Taking my chin in one hand, he gave me a deep, lingering kiss.
I nodded. I was nervous, but I also felt that I was completely ready. I wanted to give myself to Jordan, I wanted to become one with him. I wanted to make love and be a free, independent woman.
Jordan thrust deep inside of me, grunting with pleasure. For a moment, I felt a sharp pain. I bit my lip and tears came to my eyes as his cock slid inside. Jordan leaned down and kissed me tenderly, stroking the side of my face as he began moving his hips back and forth. The pain melted into something delicious and warm and soon, I found myself moving and moaning alongside Jordan. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clenched my teeth as his body slammed against mine, each thrust more urgent than the last. Jordan buried his cock deep inside of me, groaning with obvious pleasure. Soon, we were moving together in a passionate rhythm that filled me with sensual pleasure and lust. Jordan tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my head back. As he kissed his way down my neck, I shuddered and moaned his name, whimpering with hot pleasure as I felt his lips encircle one of my nipples. Jordan scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh and I shivered, bucking my hips in rhythm with his own movements.
“Oh my god,” Jordan grunted. “Laci, you feel so fucking good.”
His words sent a thrill shooting through my sweaty body, but all I could do was moan in response. Jordan felt more than good – the pleasure was becoming overwhelming, especially when Jordan put a hand between our bodies and began roughly fingering my clit with each thrust of his cock. I whimpered and shuddered as a strange, new feeling began building in my lower belly. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and when I realized I was holding my breath, I knew I was about to come for the first time.
When my orgasm hit, it felt as powerful and delightful as a tidal wave of ecstasy breaking over my head. I arched my back and screamed as my body shook with powerful shocks of pleasure. There was nothing in the world but Jordan and me, and I shuddered intensely. Jordan grunted and arched his back, grunting and thrusting. He shoved his hips against mine and groaned, closing his eyes and burying his face in my neck. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside of my body and I shuddered again, moaning softly as I lay back against the sweaty pillows.
For a moment, we didn’t speak. Lying there in the hot, dark bedroom I felt like no words could possibly be powerful enough in comparison with the act of love that I’d just participated in.
Jordan pulled out of me and rolled to the side, pulling a sheet over our naked bodies and wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulled me close and nuzzled the back of my neck.
“That was amazing,” Jordan purred. He nipped at the top of my spine and I shivered with pleasure, pushing my ass against him.
“Yeah,” I said softly. It felt so woefully inadequate, but I had a feeling that somehow all words would manage to fall short. “It was.”
Jordan rolled me onto my back. He grinned at me and reached for a small remote on the nightstand. I half-expected to see a flat-screen television rolling down from the ceiling, but instead the curtains of the bedroom pulled back when Jordan pressed a button. The sun was sinking low in the Boston sky, and I realized that I’d never felt closer to anyone than I felt to Jordan in that moment.
“So,” I said, giggling. “I guess you didn’t want a drink after all?”
Jordan smirked. He leaned down to kiss me and I tasted musk and sweat on his lips. The scent alone was intoxicating and arousing and I felt another thrill of lust rush through my body.
“Yeah,” Jordan said. He licked his lips and flopped back down on the pillows. “But I don’t have any complaints.” He raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Still want to go out to dinner?”
My stomach rumbled and we both laughed. “I am hungry,” I said truthfully. “But to be honest…”
“You’d rather just stay here?” Jordan raised an eyebrow at me. “Because if so, I don’t have a problem with that.” He reached into the nightstand again and tossed a pile of paper take-out menus at me. “In fact, I happen to know of quite a few good places.”
I giggled as I leafed through them. “I never thought Jordan West would be such a slob,” I said, biting my lip. The sheet fell away from my breasts as I sat up and I made a mad grab for it but Jordan held the hem down. He licked his lips as he stared at my chest.
“Laci, you’re beautiful,” Jordan said in a low growl. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I flushed hotly. I’m his, I thought as my cheeks reddened. “I can’t believe it, either,” I said softly.
“So,” Jordan asked, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “What do you want? Indian? Chinese? Thai? There’s a wicked good sushi place down the street, but I don’t know if that’s your thing or not.”
I want you, I thought as I looked into his intense brown eyes. And I never want you to let me go.
“Sushi sounds good,” I said after a long pause, feeling like a coward. I knew I should tell Jordan how I was feeling – how I was worried about falling in love and getting my heart broken.
But as hard as I tried, the words wouldn’t come.