smoking behind his shades.
The sweet aroma of Italian sausages, onions and peppers led them to the nearby truck vendor.
“Is here okay?” Heath glanced at the short menu. “I haven’t had one of these in forever.”
Jordan giggled. “Fine with me.”
“Which kind do you want?” He got in line.
“My treat, remember?” She stepped ahead of him.
She’d rather have Heath served on a bun instead. Was her lust-crazed demeanor from being pent up too long? Now that her scarlet letter stigma had faded, she needed to explore activities her former lovers had found too adventurous. He was shaping into a perfect playmate to help her shed her inhibitions. “You want a six or twelve inch?”
He laughed. “The bigger the better, baby.”
They lunched on a bench along the boardwalk while people watching. “I’ve never been to a big city like Houston.” She sipped on her lemonade. “Do you like it there?”
He finished the last bite of sausage. “Too much traffic. I grew up in the suburbs near Folly Beach in South Carolina. Houston is too far from the ocean for my tastes. I liked the people though.”
“What do you think of Virginia Beach so far?”
He smiled.
“Be honest.”
“It’s growing on me.” He traced along her cheek.
Back on the beach, she worked sunscreen over the peaks and valleys of his sculpted back, imagining seductive play. “I avoided dating jocks in high school, even though I played a sport. Wanted a different type of guy, I guess.”
Heath glanced back. “An intellectual?”
“Maybe I thought they’d be more faithful than my get-around brothers.”
He turned and took the tube from her palm. “It’s the man, Jordan, not the profession.”
“It was a hard lesson.” And not one she wanted to repeat.
His muscular arm snaked around her and tugged her back against his chest. He caressed the shell of her ear with warm lips. “Baby, I want to help you forget that time in your life. I would never intentionally hurt you.”
His gentle assurance rang true. Another layer in her resistance cracked. Later, as she lay dozing, His hand covered hers protectively. The idea that he might leave after football season didn’t sit well.
Time to speed up their play clock.
Chapter 9
Dusk had descended when they returned to the beach house. Heath held open the door to the outside shower. He lifted his shades. If she invited him to join her, he’d take the offer. “Would you like me to bring you a cocktail?”
“Bring whatever you’d like and we’ll share.” Jordan’s honey-brown eyes turned soft and inviting.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” He gave her a heated stare.
“Hoping you’ll wash my back.” She ran a finger down the center of his chest.
“I do all types of detailing, darlin’.” He smiled.
Heading upstairs, he counted each step, attempting to cool his libido. Inside, the air conditioning wicked perspiration from his heated skin continuing the process. He poured tequila, triple sec and lime juice into the blender then grabbed some ice from the freezer.
Would she spend the night if they made it to the bedroom? There’d be hell to pay at tomorrow’s practice. He needed to stay focused to remain on the team. Plus, if he got bounced from the Tritons, she might end their game. He returned with the drink and handed it to her.
Jordan sipped. “Yum. Margarita.”
Moving behind her, he directed the warm water over them and licked the back of her neck. “A little salt for the rim. Ahh” He took a sip. “Glad you didn’t start without me.”
He unhooked her suit top and tossed it on the shower seat. Molding his body to hers, he reveled as her head lolled back on his shoulder. A sign of trust. He soaped her breasts in leisurely circles while her firm peaks begged for attention.
“Mmm.” She reached back and ran her hand along the back of his neck.
Heath teased the tight buds between the tips of his fingers wondering how far she wanted to take
The sweet aroma of Italian sausages, onions and peppers led them to the nearby truck vendor.
“Is here okay?” Heath glanced at the short menu. “I haven’t had one of these in forever.”
Jordan giggled. “Fine with me.”
“Which kind do you want?” He got in line.
“My treat, remember?” She stepped ahead of him.
She’d rather have Heath served on a bun instead. Was her lust-crazed demeanor from being pent up too long? Now that her scarlet letter stigma had faded, she needed to explore activities her former lovers had found too adventurous. He was shaping into a perfect playmate to help her shed her inhibitions. “You want a six or twelve inch?”
He laughed. “The bigger the better, baby.”
They lunched on a bench along the boardwalk while people watching. “I’ve never been to a big city like Houston.” She sipped on her lemonade. “Do you like it there?”
He finished the last bite of sausage. “Too much traffic. I grew up in the suburbs near Folly Beach in South Carolina. Houston is too far from the ocean for my tastes. I liked the people though.”
“What do you think of Virginia Beach so far?”
He smiled.
“Be honest.”
“It’s growing on me.” He traced along her cheek.
Back on the beach, she worked sunscreen over the peaks and valleys of his sculpted back, imagining seductive play. “I avoided dating jocks in high school, even though I played a sport. Wanted a different type of guy, I guess.”
Heath glanced back. “An intellectual?”
“Maybe I thought they’d be more faithful than my get-around brothers.”
He turned and took the tube from her palm. “It’s the man, Jordan, not the profession.”
“It was a hard lesson.” And not one she wanted to repeat.
His muscular arm snaked around her and tugged her back against his chest. He caressed the shell of her ear with warm lips. “Baby, I want to help you forget that time in your life. I would never intentionally hurt you.”
His gentle assurance rang true. Another layer in her resistance cracked. Later, as she lay dozing, His hand covered hers protectively. The idea that he might leave after football season didn’t sit well.
Time to speed up their play clock.
Chapter 9
Dusk had descended when they returned to the beach house. Heath held open the door to the outside shower. He lifted his shades. If she invited him to join her, he’d take the offer. “Would you like me to bring you a cocktail?”
“Bring whatever you’d like and we’ll share.” Jordan’s honey-brown eyes turned soft and inviting.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” He gave her a heated stare.
“Hoping you’ll wash my back.” She ran a finger down the center of his chest.
“I do all types of detailing, darlin’.” He smiled.
Heading upstairs, he counted each step, attempting to cool his libido. Inside, the air conditioning wicked perspiration from his heated skin continuing the process. He poured tequila, triple sec and lime juice into the blender then grabbed some ice from the freezer.
Would she spend the night if they made it to the bedroom? There’d be hell to pay at tomorrow’s practice. He needed to stay focused to remain on the team. Plus, if he got bounced from the Tritons, she might end their game. He returned with the drink and handed it to her.
Jordan sipped. “Yum. Margarita.”
Moving behind her, he directed the warm water over them and licked the back of her neck. “A little salt for the rim. Ahh” He took a sip. “Glad you didn’t start without me.”
He unhooked her suit top and tossed it on the shower seat. Molding his body to hers, he reveled as her head lolled back on his shoulder. A sign of trust. He soaped her breasts in leisurely circles while her firm peaks begged for attention.
“Mmm.” She reached back and ran her hand along the back of his neck.
Heath teased the tight buds between the tips of his fingers wondering how far she wanted to take
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