Fletcher’s whole body went still.
“Not really something I can ask to borrow from a friend like clothes, you know?”
He swallowed, then sucked in a breath. “Speaking of your friends—” he said, his voice definitely rougher. “Charlie is still downstairs.”
Jordan’s eyes went to the bedroom door. “What?”
“She said you’re going to talk about the job at the petting zoo.”
Yeah, Jordan definitely remembered that. Charlie was a great saleswoman and, as expected, she’d had plans ready to pitch by the time Jordan had walked into Ellie’s last night.
Jordan was willing to take the job today. Educational Director for a petting zoo that Charlie intended to grow into a bigger animal park? It sounded fabulous. She could develop educational programs for the park, as well as outreach programs that could keep their visitors from around the country engaged even after their visit to Autre.
But Charlie had promised to give her a full pitch, complete with park sketches, tour, and program ideas today, and she’d told Jordan she could hold Slothcrates, the sloth, while Charlie talked.
Jordan was doing that for sure so she was going to string Charlie along for a bit.
“Well, I guess I better get in the shower then.” Jordan pulled her tank top up and off, tossing it in the general direction of Fletcher’s hamper.
His eyes, predictably, immediately went to her breasts. Until she slipped out of the thong.
Then his gaze tracked over her whole body. His eyes were hot, and the path they took from her breasts to her toes and back up again, slowly, felt hot and tingly. But she stood, letting him look.
His jaw was tight as he took in the sight of her completely naked. For the first time ever.
Jordan couldn’t forget that tiny detail.
She also definitely didn’t miss the way Fletcher looking at her completely naked made her feel.
Annoyed.
Because he wasn’t going to do anything about it.
“I guess you get the answer to your question from yesterday,” she said.
“Which question?”
“How much I shave.” She pivoted on her heel and sashayed toward the bathroom door, satisfied that at least she wasn’t the only one who was leaving the room worked up. And she was going to have a lot easier time taking care of her problem on her own than he was at the moment.
She felt his gaze on her back and looked over her shoulder with a small smile. “You didn’t know about that.”
“Nice… magnolia,” he said of the tiny flower tattoo on the lower corner of her right shoulder blade. It was the Louisiana state flower.
“That also got a little itchy,” she said. “You want to come check for any other new ink or piercings?”
He knew about all the rest. She had a tiny alligator on the outside of her left ankle—Fletcher did too—and the Oscar the Grouch tattoo on her hip. She had four piercings in each ear, and Fletcher had gone with her for three of them and had helped her do the fourth at home. That had hurt like a son of a bitch. And it had gotten infected too.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to sprain your ankle. Again.”
She stopped and turned back. He had not just mentioned how she’d sprained her fucking ankle the first time she and Jason had tried to have shower sex. Wow.
He definitely knew a lot. About a lot.
“I’ve gotten a lot steadier on my feet,” she told him, haughtily.
“That right?”
“Yep. Even just standing on one foot while the other one is—”
Suddenly he was there, right in front of her. He’d crossed the room swiftly and was now taking up all of her personal space and making it hard to breathe.
She backed up and he followed. She bumped into the wall behind her.
They stared at each other for a long moment, breathing hard.
Then their mouths crashed together.
Fletcher’s big hands dropped to her hips. Jordan’s fingers went to the buttons on his shirt.
It was really convenient that she was already naked. His hands gripped her hips as he pressed her into the wall and kissed her hungrily.
She pushed his shirt from his broad shoulders. He flexed his arms, letting it drop to the floor. He lifted his head as his hands went to his belt buckle.
“Is this what you want, Mrs. Landry?”
She licked her lips. “God, yes. Especially the Mrs. Landry thing.” That was hot as hell.
His eyes flared with heat and he reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, flipped it open, and withdrew a condom, took it between his teeth, then tossed the wallet to the carpet.
Jordan sucked in a breath. That condom wasn’t in there for her. Who knew when he’d put that in his wallet? Had it been before a specific date? Or did he always have one with him? Those thoughts made her acutely aware of how many more times he’d done this, and that it had been with many more people. It made this all feel a little taboo. And it made a hot shaft of desire arc through her.
He was hers now. This sexy, charming, funny, amazing man was all hers. All of those women in the past, any woman in the future who might have hoped that condom was for her, were out of luck now.
He undid the button on his pants, lowered his zipper, and pushed his boxers out of the way.
And Jordan saw Fletcher’s cock for the first time. She swallowed hard. Then reached for him.
She took his shaft in her fist and he let out a long, slow breath.
He braced a hand on the wall by her head and when she looked up, his eyes were closed and his jaw tight. The condom was now gripped in his other hand.
Oh, she liked having an effect on the big, much more experienced guy. She squeezed slightly. He groaned. She stroked. He growled. And grabbed her wrist.
“Enough.”
“What? That wasn’t nearly enough,” she protested.
He ripped the condom open and moved her hand so he could roll it down his length. His impressive length. His impressively long, hard, thick…
The next thing she knew, he’d lifted her again and had her pressed against the wall.
They were eye to eye, her hot center pressed against his cock, her breasts against his chest. She gripped his shoulders as he gripped her ass.
“Love your hands, but I’ve felt them before,” he said, his voice thick and rough. “There’s something else I want to feel right now.”
“You haven’t felt my hands like that.” Her voice was soft and breathless.
“True.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “We can come back to that. But need your sweet pussy now, Jordan.”
Her breath rushed out of her. Whoa. Fletcher saying the word pussy to her was…something. She felt hot and melty and achy. “Yes,” she replied softly. “God yes.”
He didn’t bother to kick his shoes off, he didn’t even push his pants any further down, he just shifted her against the wall, pulled his hips back slightly, then pressed forward.
She felt him at her entrance, then the slow, delicious slide of his thickness into her. Her breath caught and she let her head fall back against the wall. It was a tight fit. It had been a while. And Fletcher was big.
She wanted every inch. She tried to shift or arch, to move, to bring him more fully in, deeper. But pinned to the wall like this, she was at his mercy.
And it was amazing.
She trusted him completely and the idea of turning everything over to him was still a dream come true.