A Mistletoe Affair (12 page)

Pulling into the garage, Jordan said, “It’s a good thing you’re not driving over the bay in this.”

“I’m not?”

He glanced at her. “There’s only one place you’re going tonight. And the quicker I get you there, the more time we’ll have.”

Despite the excited shiver that ran through her at his words, Vicki couldn’t allow him to get away with such arrogance unchecked. She waited until he rounded the car and opened her door, then asked, “So you just went ahead and made that decision all by yourself, huh? You didn’t feel the need to consult me on it?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation. “I already knew your answer. You’ve got a new nightgown you want me to see, remember?”

She crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for him to unstrap Mason from his car seat. “What if I decided on the drive back that hot chocolate under the stars is all I’m willing to give tonight? I know you’re a Woolcott and all, but even Woolcotts don’t get to have their cake and eat it, too.”

Hefting the toddler over his shoulder, he turned to her and allowed his eyes to slowly roam the length of her body. “When it comes to what I’m planning to eat tonight, cake isn’t on the menu.”

Vicki nearly orgasmed then and there.

“Go put the baby to bed,” she said, the words coming out in a husky rasp.

She followed Jordan into the house, her skin vibrating with every step she took. The time it took for him to tuck Mason in for the night gave her body the opportunity to cool down. She went into the kitchen and slid a bottle of wine from the rack. She heard Jordan approaching and turned, finding him standing in the entryway.

Vicki held up the bottle of wine.

“I know there’s a snowstorm raging like crazy outside, but I have a feeling this wine would taste a whole lot better in front of the fire bowl on your enclosed deck.”

Jordan’s mouth pulled into a frown. “You want wine? Right now?”

“We both know what’s going to happen tonight, but I expect to be romanced just a little before I give up my goodies.” She nodded toward the glass-fronted cabinets that held the stemware. “Grab a couple of glasses, will you?”

“Really, Vicki? You want wine? Now?”

A smile curled up the edges of her lips. “Stop being so shortsighted, Jordan. Think of all the fun things we can do with the wine.”

His eyes grew wide with interest, and he headed straight for the cabinet.

Ten minutes later, Vicki grinned as she eyed Jordan’s surly expression from where she sat with one leg curled underneath her. The other was stretched out on the cushioned love seat glider, her toes inches from his thigh. His frown had appeared from the moment she poured the wine into the glasses instead of the more...interesting place he’d suggested.

Vicki moved her foot another few inches toward him.

He eyed her over the rim of his wineglass. “If that foot gets any closer I’m going to think you’re trying to tell me something.”

“I was trying to be discreet,” she said. “But apparently you don’t take hints very well. I guess I just have to come out and ask for a foot rub.”

He set his glass next to the baby monitor on the side table and pulled her foot onto his lap.

Vicki let her head fall back as she released a soft moan. “That feels like heaven,” she murmured. “Being on my feet at Petals all day is agony.”

“You can’t put flower arrangements together while sitting down?”

Vicki sent him a horrified look. “No,” she said. “I need to walk around so I can see what I’m creating from all sides. There’s no such thing as sitting for a florist. It’s murder on my feet.”

“On your hands, too,” Jordan said. “I didn’t want to mention it earlier, but when I took your hand in the car I think I nearly cut myself. Those things are brutal.”

Vicki burst out laughing. “Yes, I definitely have florist’s hands.” She held them up in front of her, observing the many nicks and scratches.

“Be proud of them,” Jordan said. “They’re your own personal battle scars. You earned them.” He took her hands in his and placed light kisses upon each and every mark.

A ribbon of desire curled through her belly. He was so tender, so unbelievably attuned to what her body craved.

“Vicki?” Jordan’s deep, velvety voice grazed over her skin like a silky promise.

“Yes?”

“Are you done torturing me?”

She looked up at him and grinned. “I’ve discovered that this new Vicki has a bit of a vindictive streak. I thought I’d pay you back for taking so long to realize that I’ve been here waiting for you, wanting you, all these years.”

Jordan’s head fell forward. “So you’re not done torturing me.”

“But I realize that the longer I make you wait, that’s the longer I have to wait, too. And I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His head popped up. His eyes grew intense, their smoldering depths lighting her skin on fire as he stared into her eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so damn long to see what’s been standing right in front of me,” he said. “But I’m about to make up for it.”

Jordan’s gaze remained locked with hers as he lifted the back of her head and lowered his mouth to hers. The first touch of his soft lips sent Vicki’s head on a cosmic spin. It was sweet and sexy and everything she’d expected of him.

Yet so much more.

His kiss was mesmerizing—the taste, the texture, the urgency... It all combined to drive her mad with desire she could feel down to her toes. With gentle insistence, he applied pressure to her lips, his delicious mouth urging her to join him. She did, wrapping one hand around his neck and caressing the back of his head. She licked at the seam of his lips until his mouth opened, then she thrust her tongue inside, claiming his mouth as if it had always belonged to her.

Jordan released a low groan as he turned her more fully toward him and cradled her against his body. He began a slow journey down her sides until he cradled her waist. As his mouth continued to ply her with strong yet gentle kisses, his fingers inched their way along her torso, moving gradually up her belly until they neared her breasts.

Vicki stuck her chest out, dying to feel his hands on her, but he held back, his hands stopping just short of the place where she wanted them the most.

“Is this payback?” she panted.

“I just don’t want to move too fast.”

“You’re not moving fast enough.” She caught the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head. Then she trailed her fingers down his muscled chest, her nails leaving faint streaks.

The guttural moan that crawled from Jordan’s throat was the very definition of agony.

“Do that again,” he said.

“Not until you do it to me,” she returned.

Her nipples hardened from mere anticipation, the achy peaks reaching for him, waiting for him to touch her. Jordan pushed her shirt over her head, taking her bra with it and flinging them both to the floor. Vicki climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. She hooked her arms around his neck and tilted her head back as his lips and tongue swept up and down her throat.

“Oh, my God, you taste good,” he whispered, his warm breath heating her blood.

The rasp of his tongue against her skin set off a mass of powerful sensations along her nerve endings. He cupped her breasts, his palms squeezing them, massaging them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching the rock-hard nubs before flicking his thumb across them.

Moisture pooled between her thighs as desire surged throughout her bloodstream. Every fantasy she’d ever held, every night she’d lain in bed, wishing, dreaming, praying that this one day would become her reality... It all coalesced into this delicious, momentous moment in time. It was so beautiful, so incredibly earth-shattering, Vicki wasn’t sure she could handle it.

Jordan dipped his head low and lapped at her nipple, and she decided she could handle it just fine.

A moan tore from her throat as he sucked the rigid peak into his mouth. She undulated in his lap, rubbing her swollen sex against his hardening erection.

That was when Vicki decided there were too many layers between them.

She needed him stripped bare, his naked body displayed for only her eyes to see. She tugged at his belt.

“Take this off,” she said.

“Soon.” He returned his mouth to her breasts. He molded one mound in his palm, cupping the underside, holding it up so that his lips and tongue could have full reign over her nipple.

“Jordan, please,” she cried.

Mercifully, he finally decided to put them both out of this sweet misery. He grabbed the condom he’d tucked into his pocket before levering himself up and pulling his pants down his legs as Vicki took hers off, too. Together they quickly rolled the condom over his hard flesh, and then, taking it in his hand, Jordan guided his erection inside of her.

Vicki’s entire being seemed to scream with pleasure. The delicious give as her body stretched to receive him made her wetter, hotter, more turned on than she had ever been in her life. She welcomed his hot, solid length into body, sliding slowly along his erection until she was fully impaled.

Jordan dipped his head forward and sucked her breast into his mouth, his teeth nipping and biting, his tongue swirling and lapping at her nipple, before moving over to the other one. Vicki curled her fingers around the top of the love seat and held on tight while she rode his lap. Down she moved, taking his entire length inside of her and rolling her hips before she pulled back up.

She rode him hard and fast, then easy and slow, changing the pace, driving them both wild. The groan that tore from Jordan’s throat reverberated around the glass-enclosed room.

“I...I have to,” Jordan said seconds before he clamped his hands against her waist and guided her up and down. He pumped his hips in rapid thrusts, pounding inside of her until Vicki exploded in a haze of hot white light.

She fell against him, her breaths coming in short pants.

She’d waited half her life for this. Never had she imagined it would surpass even her wildest fantasies. But it had.
He
had. Jordan Woolcott was everything she’d ever dreamed of and more.

As she lay against his naked chest, Vicki knew with certainty that what she felt was no longer the dreams and fantasies of a lovesick schoolgirl. What she felt was love.

*

Jordan looked up at the back porch’s ceiling, staring blindly as the thick snowflakes continued to shuttle down the slanted glass. He ran his fingers lazily up and down Vicki’s back, trailing lightly along her smooth, moist skin. He could spend the next week in this very spot, with her naked body spread out on top of his.

Yet even as he luxuriated in having her here with him, something uncomfortable pulled in Jordan’s gut.

Was he moving too fast?

Vicki and Allison could not be more different, but Jordan couldn’t deny that this scenario felt like déjà vu. He’d been swept away by Allison, caught up in a whirlwind romance that had him married and expecting a baby all within a few months.

With Vicki it hadn’t even been months, only a few short weeks. And the feelings he’d started to develop for the woman cradled in his arms went so far beyond anything he’d felt for Allison that it wasn’t even worth comparing.

Was he setting himself up for another fall?

“No way,” Jordan whispered. Vicki would never do to him what Allison had done. Forget the new, sexy hair and makeup. Strip all of that away and she was still Vicki on the inside.

And
that
Vicki was the one he found himself falling in love with.

Jordan’s chest tightened at the word, but how could he deny it? He’d been in love before; he understood what that intense, all-consuming feeling felt like.

He was there, neck deep in it. And he didn’t want to get out anytime soon.

“You’re thinking really hard,” Vicki murmured against his chest.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Barely,” she said before yawning. She twisted so that she could look out the glass walls surrounding the deck. “It’s still snowing.”

“Hasn’t stopped for hours,” Jordan said.

She looked up at him from where she lay on his chest. “Have you checked on Mason?”

“Kind of hard to do that with a hundred pounds of satisfied woman draped over me.”

“A hundred pounds?” She laughed. “You’ve already scored, Jordan, there’s no need for flattery.”

She started to rise, but Jordan clamped his palms on her naked backside and pulled her against him. He grew so hard so damn fast it hurt.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“To check on the baby.”

“He’s almost a year and a half, Vicki. He’s been sleeping through the night for months.” Jordan brought his hand around and slipped it between her legs. “You can stay right here. I’m still trying to atone for my sins, remember?”

He slipped one finger inside of her and quickly added another moving in and out; he nearly came when she began to undulate against him in rhythm to his thrust. Capturing her mouth, Jordan removed his fingers and held his erection steady so that she could glide her body on top of it. Their twin moans of pleasure echoed against the walls as he slid his hard length into her hot body.

They started slow, but Vicki soon quickened the pace, flattening her palms against his chest as she pumped her hips up and down. Her head flew back, exposing her neck and breasts to his lips. Jordan pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he didn’t want to.

After several long, deep thrusts, he felt her body shudder around him. He followed quickly on the heels of her orgasm, his body jerking with the power of his release.

“My God,” Vicki breathed against his chest. “You’ve totally changed the way I see lawyers.”

Jordan’s head dropped back with his breathless laugh. “How did you see lawyers?”

“Serious and conservative. Definitely not the kind to let loose in the bedroom the way you do.” The edges of her lips tipped up. “You probably felt the same way about me, didn’t you?”

“You have been a surprise,” he said. “A good one, but a surprise nonetheless.”

“What were you thinking about...you know...before?”

“Before what?” he asked.