Chapter Eight

Freak Me Out

With those words, she captured his mouth again, deliberately keeping her kisses soft and slow…her hands still gripping him as she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had already given her.

But Woody had other plans. Gently cupping the sides of her face in his hands, he stilled her movements for just a moment. "What did you say?" he whispered, reluctant to break the mood, but needing to make sure he heard right.

Pulling back for just a moment, Jordan smiled at him again. "I love you," she said, almost shyly.

"That's what I thought you said." He pulled her down for another kiss, moaning softly against her lips as she worked her body over his. She moved from kissing his lips to kissing the corners of his mouth, down his neck…all the while inhaling the scent that was uniquely Woody….the scent that could turn her on just by a mere whiff of it…citrus and sandal wood and his own essence.

Sliding down his body, she continued her exploration of him…committing his body to memory as much as he had done hers. She alternately kissed then licked his collar bone, eliciting another round of moans from him. "Oh God, Jordan," she heard him gasp.

Giving a deep, throaty chuckle, she whispered in his ear, "Hang on, Farm Boy…we're just getting started…'

"You're going to be the death of me…"

She ignored his statement and continued…her lips finding their way down his chest, her fingers releasing him to trace his hard abs while her tongue circled his nipple and then pulled tugged at it lightly with her teeth before she drew it into her mouth. When she had satisfied her curiosity with that one, she turned her attention to the other, still lightly massaging his abs, all the time knowing she was just turning him on even more…his moans were growing more frequent…

Until she kissed the rest of the way down his chest, circled his navel with her tongue, and found him with her mouth. A sharp, hissing intake of his breath let her know she had breached his final barrier.

"God, Jordan…." She heard him swear under his breath.

She tasted him, feeling his response, letting him guide her in her exploration of him…finding out how and where to best give him pleasure…feeling his fingers tangle and then bury themselves in her chestnut hair…until he finally reached down and hauled her up to him, kissing her hard and with one quick motion, rolled her beneath him, softening his kiss only marginally when he felt her response … his hand resuming their exploration of her…cupping her full breasts and still taunting her lips with his teeth and tongue.

"Now?" she questioned, slightly breathless again at his ministrations.

This time Woody chuckled in her ear. "Soon…very soon…remember the stuff I told you not to freak out about?"

Jordan nodded, her imagination running rampant.

"Don't freak…okay?"

She nodded again, but didn't have time to think about what else she could possibly wonder about with this man, when she felt Woody pull himself off her and flip her over on her stomach.

Jordan didn't even have a chance to ask what he was doing….she felt him straddle her hips and then felt him reach across to the night stand. A small click let her know he had opened something and she felt him pour something across her back…at the top of her shoulder blades…the sensual warmth spreading down her back…then his hands began to massage her back…as the smell of brown sugar and vanilla tickled her senses and her muscles began to further uncoil. He continued to rub her back from her shoulders…down her torso…to her tiny waist. Then scooting back some more, he lightly rubbed her bottom…causing her to buck beneath him.

"Relax…" he whispered in the darkness…"Just relax…remember, we have all night…"

"You may have…I don't know if I do," she nearly panted….this time knowing it was her turn to writhe beneath him.

Chuckling at her response, he turned her over on her back, kissing her briefly before pouring the same oil over her collar bone and let it run down over her breasts and then had the heart-stopping experience of him repeating the process to the front of her that he had started on her back….lightly kissing her lips the entire time. "You know what the great thing about this stuff is?" he asked, having a hard time keeping his voice even.

"It gets warm?" she asked…just now beginning to feel the tingles from the oil

"Well...that…but it tastes as good as it smells…" he traced her collarbone with his tongue.

"Sweet Jesus, Woody…" Jordan surrendered to the moment, knowing she could do nothing else…letting his tongue and hands continue their motions, eliciting moans from her until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Woody…please…now?" She was nearly begging….

A cat with a canary couldn't have given her a more knowing smile before he slowly slid into her…knowing she was more than ready. Capturing her lips, he began to move…true to his promise, slowly at first…building up speed as he caught her rhythm and felt her hands dance across his hips, holding him firmly inside her as she wrapped her long legs around his waist in an effort to keep him as close to her as possible.

Jordan could feel her body reacting to his…his rhythm… until the pressure built, hurdling towards release…and when it finally came, she was completely spent…Woody had more than convinced her that the slow road to love making was better than anything she had experienced…she just wasn't sure she'd have the energy to get out of bed tomorrow morning. She sighed and cuddled up against him. "Check out time is eleven, right?" she asked.

"Ummmhmmm…What's the matter…want to sleep late?" he teased, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look in her face. He gently brushed the hair off her face and allowed his fingers to softly trace her profile.

"I think I'll need to," she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand "And you will, too."

Woody just smiled and kept running his fingers through her hair. "I love you, Jordan Cavanaugh…"

"I love you, too…"

"So are you sorry you started this charade with Kim?"

Thinking over the hours they had spent together….Woody's gentleness…his protectiveness…the words he had whispered to her….the fact that they both had been put in a position where they had to finally admit their feelings and then had the opportunity to act on them…nothing could ever make her regret it. "No…not at all. In retrospect, it's the best thing I've ever done for myself."

"Really?" he asked arching an eyebrow.

"Really."

He stopped running his fingers through her hair and instead placed an elbow on either side of her and kissed her…long … slow…deep….wet….Jordan felt her body begin to hum again. "Good…I feel the same way…Let me ask you something else.."

Jordan looked up at him expectantly…"Okay…"

"How do you feel about doing the same thing next year at this time?"

"Attend Kim's wedding again?" she asked, not quite following where he was going.

He kissed her again. "No…not Kim's….ours…" He looked at her then, a gleam of nervousness in his blue eyes.

"Ours…" Jordan closed her eyes for a second, expecting to feel the old urge to run…get the heck out of the room and away from him to take possession of her.

But it didn't come. Instead a warm feeling of contentment and excitement coursed through her veins, making her feel cozy and like that at last she had found her home. She smiled up at him…noting the way his uneasiness disappeared as she lightly kissed him. "I think it's a great idea," she said …"and Kim can be my bridesmaid this time…"

"And wear an uncomfortable pair of shoes…"

"And we could get this suite again…"

"For old time's sake…"

"And you can bring the stuff that freaks me out…"

"And we can go as slow as I want to…" Woody gave a deep chuckle and felt Jordan laugh with him. "You know, we do have until eleven tomorrow…" he said, seeking her lips again. "And I have some other stuff over there that might freak you out even more…"