There was a sharp popping sound outside the window, loud enough that it woke Jordan and Woody at the same time. Jordan jerked awake, only to find herself held firmly in place by two muscular arms. For a moment, she couldn't figure out why she was there, on top of Woody...then she remembered and felt her face begin to flush. "Good morning," she heard his voice whisper over the top of her head.

"Good ....morning," she replied, feeling him shift beneath her. "What was that?"

"The noise? Probably tree branches falling." Woody pulled the blankets up tighter around them, not letting Jordan get chilled in the early morning air.

"What time is it?"

Woody glanced at his wristwatch. "Hmmm...about five in the morning. How did you sleep?"

"Good. You?"

Woody let out a very masculine chuckle... "Let's see....I spent the night at Jordan Cavanaugh's house, on the floor, with her in my arms...all night...I would say my night was very good...very, very good."

Jordan felt her checks flush even more. "Woody..."she warned.

He laughed harder and tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "Did you stay warm enough?" He was looking at her closely in the early morning light. She nodded. "I only have one thing to say about these sleeping arrangements," he continued. "If I can't get home today, and by the looks of things, I'm not going to be able to, tonight," he said, getting a grip on Jordan's waist and rolling her over, "You're on the hard floor."

Jordan caught her breath. He had deliberately rolled her beneath him and now had her pinned to the floor with his hard thighs. He balanced the rest of his weight on his arms and elbows that were on either side of her head. In short, she was trapped between his hard body and the hard floor.

Woody looked down at her, first wanting just to get a laugh out of her...or an indignant reply. Instead, as he looked in her eyes, he caught a glimpse of a very different Jordan. One that was hesitant, vulnerable...warm...before he could stop himself, he lowered his lips and gently brushed them against hers. Once, twice, three times.... He drew back and looked at her again. Then he lowered his lips again and felt her respond immediately.

All the months of wanting him, but feeling like she couldn't have him...that he deserved more, slipped by her mind like sand through her fingers – they were gone. The only thing she was aware of was him. Him on top of her and his lips on hers, tenderly coaxing them apart. She felt his tongue brush against her lower lip and then his teeth caught it, gently opening her mouth for him. When he rubbed his tongue against hers, she was lost...she gave herself up to the feelings of him and for him and just responded. Yes, she'd may regret it later....but hell, she had a lot of regrets. Somehow she didn't think making love to Woody would be in the top ten...Making love to Woody, she thought....Do I really want to do this? To him...to me? His lips moved to find that sensitive curve between her neck and her shoulder. Yes...yes, I do...God forgive me, I do.

Woody felt her arch against him when his lips hit the sensitive spot on her neck. He pulled her close for a minute, then gently lowered her hips back down on the sheets, holding them there with his. He wasn't going to rush this...he wanted to savor every moment...remember everything about this...their first time...and he wanted to give her time to back out if she decided she didn't want to at the last minute. She had been through a lot in the last months...he didn't want her to be with him out of anything else except the fact she wanted to...that she wanted this as much as he did.

The minutes hung between them as they kissed. When he reached for the edge of her tank top, he paused and looked at her. Her hair was all spread out on the pillow and her lips were soft from his kisses. If I died right now, I'd die a happy man, he thought. Wordlessly, she raised her arms and he pulled her top off, pausing to look at her before he kissed her again. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he said, thinking that he sounded like someone from one of the sappy movies on the LifeTime channel. Funny, he didn't feel sappy. That was just the way it was. She was beautiful.

She shook her head no...In fact, no one had...not Tyler, not anyone. And since she had moved to Boston, there hadn't been anyone in her life...no one except Woody...whose caresses were now eliciting moans from her...they had to be from her...she could feel them building up in the back of her throat. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, holding him to her. She felt him shift his weight over to her side and he propped himself up on an elbow. "No..." she managed to get out...

"No?" Woody wanted to make sure he was hearing right...did she want to stop this?

"No...don't leave me."

Now he understood. When he slid off her, she thought he was leaving... "I'm not, sweetheart." He cupped her face and turned it to him. "Not unless you want me to."

She shook her head. "No..."

He softly traced her lips with his finger. "Are you positive?"

She kissed the tip of his finger. "Yes..."

Woody smiled at her and let his finger slide down off her lips, down her chin to the soft hollow between her collarbones. Then it softly stroked over each breast, causing them to tighten. Then he retraced the same route with his lips. Jordan squeezed her eyes shut and moaned... He's killing me...softly and he's enjoying every minute of it. She cracked her eyes back opened and began her own exploration of his chest ... something she had wanted to do when she saw him take his shirt of in his bedroom that night he was drunk....She ran her hands over his pecs, feeling them respond and heard his breath hitch for a change. He looked down at her...

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," she said mischievously.

"Hmm..." was his only reply as he lowered his lips to her flat stomach, kissing his way down to her belly button. When he hit that area, Jordan flinched. Woody smiled against her tummy... "You're ticklish," he said, amused by the thought. Some ticklish seemed almost too much of a girlie thing for Jordan. To make sure he was right, he kissed her there again. Once again, she flinched.

"Woody....tickling is a form of torture, you know."

"I'll remember that...."

"So will I," she replied sliding her hands down his taunt abdomen and poking it. She was rewarded when she felt him flinch equally as hard.

"Okay....truce," he said, becoming interested in the waist band of her girl boxers. He tugged at them and felt her arch up off the floor enough to allow him to take them off. He bent over and kissed her again. "Jordan?" It was the question...she knew what he was asking without him having to ask it. She looked into his eyes, suddenly just a little shy about being completely naked in his arms...but the look in his eyes caught her breath. It was more than passion....more than desire...more than lust....she had seen those emotions mirrored in other men's eyes before....this was different. She reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yes," she whispered softly in his ear...He kicked off his boxers.

He took his own sweet time...touching her here...stroking her there. When at last she couldn't stand anymore, she arched up against him, showing him how much she needed him..."Woody...please...now?" she softly moaned.

And he obliged, entering her all at once, without hesitation, moving at first slowly, then faster as he felt her response.

Jordan wasn't aware of any of her world out side of him and what he was doing to her...how he was making her feel. She could feel him pushing her closer and closer to the edge...and when it happened, she felt herself tighten around him hard and could have sworn she saw flashes of pure white light from beneath her closed eyelids.

Woody heard her voice catch in the back of her throat and felt her response. He felt her when he pushed her over that first edge....Not allowing her to catch her breath, or have second thoughts, he just pushed her up to the next level. And this time they both went over the edge together, their bodies slamming into each other. He felt her shiver, and knew it wasn't from the cold. He held her tightly to him, neither one of them saying anything for the next several minutes, waiting for their breathing to return to normal...for their voices to steady. Jordan made no move to untangle her legs from Woody's and he felt the same way...wanting to be with her as long as he could... as long as she would let him. Finally he heard her sigh softly and then clear her throat.

"Woody?"

"Um-hmmm," he replied, taking a sudden interest in kissing that sensitive spot on her shoulder again.

"That was...."

She heard him chuckle. "Was what?" he asked.

"Does incredible sound to cliché?"

He pulled up and looked at her. "Not if it's the truth."

She nodded. "It is..." She felt him take each of her hands in his, intertwining the fingers together beside her head.

"So I take it you would do this again?"

Jordan's head whirled...she couldn't...not again....this wasn't the best thing for him....she had been thinking only of herself...they both were going to end up being hurt...

But right now, nothing hurt. She still had that tingly feeling that Woody gave her....although her legs were still slightly numb.....she could only remember how right making love to Woody felt. Against her brain's better wishes, her heart answered ... "When?"

Woody chuckled again and moved over her. "How about now?"