Jordan shook his head. What she was proposing was just what he had in mind. “Recreational sex sounds like a winner to me.”
“All right.” She pushed a lock of hair back from her face and then said, “I won’t tease and I won’t promise anything I won’t deliver.”
Apparently satisfied with her answer, and feeling they had probably wasted enough time already, Jordan took her hand, tugged her inside his home and closed the door behind them.
T
he urge to taste Dominique rushed through Jordan the moment he had her inside his home. Now that she was inside his domain he felt primal and possessive. And although they had reached an understanding that nothing would happen between them that morning, that didn’t meant he couldn’t push the envelope as far as he could.
“Here’s the orange juice.”
He blinked. “What?”
She lifted the brown paper bag she held in her hand. It was a bag he was noticing for the first time. “Oh, thanks,” he said. Taking it from her he walked across the room to place it on the breakfast bar that separated his living room from his kitchen.
Dominique glanced around and noted the setup of their condos was similar, though his was somewhat larger. His living room had a window that provided a clear view of one of the two lakes in the complex. “You have a beautiful view of the lake,” she said, walking over to the window and looking out. “It looks so peaceful.”
“It is peaceful. I spend a lot of my time out on the patio reading.”
She inhaled deeply when she realized he had come to stand directly behind her. His voice sounded deeper and huskier than before. She also noted his breathing had thickened. Very slowly she turned to face him, knowing what they both wanted. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching up and placing her arms around his neck.
Desire-filled dark eyes looked down at her as he placed both hands on her waist and gently pulled her closer to him. She smiled, thinking the feel of his erection against her felt nice. Just as nice as the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest.
“Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, Jordan.”
His husky chuckle intensified the already heated sensation that ran down her spine. “I haven’t fed you yet.”
His gaze lowered to her lips, and she felt him get even harder against her belly. “But you will, as soon as you finish kissing me,” she whispered.
The moment his mouth touched hers, she felt her entire body stir and shiver. He began eating away at her mouth like a starving man, nibbling, licking and sucking. Pleasure and heat began flowing from their joined mouths and going straight up to her head, then moved lower to settle between her legs. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and whimpered when she felt him, hard and huge, pressed against her.
Her whimpers intensified when Jordan began kissing her in another way altogether, taking his tongue and thrusting in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm he was grinding against the lower part of her body. He was nearly driving her insane. It was if he were sending the message to her that if he couldn’t get a piece of her one way, he wasn’t averse to trying another. Either way, he intended to get his fill.
Knowing that if she didn’t take control and pull back they would eventually end up naked on the living room floor, she broke off the kiss. Panting furiously, she rested her head against his chest as she tried to catch her breath.
His breathing, she noted, was just as hard and deep as hers. He tightened his arms around her as he fought for control. “Sorry,” he whispered his hot breath close to her ear made her shiver. “I enjoyed tasting you so much that I got carried away.”
She lifted her head and looked up at him. “No apology needed. I know the feeling, since I was right there with you.” She then placed her head back on his chest, wondering how long she would be able to hold out without letting him make love to her.
“Do you want me to show you around before I feed you?”
She lifted her head again and looked up at him. “Just as long as you don’t have an ulterior motive for doing so.”
He chuckled in a low, sexy voice. “In a way I do. Walking around will give me time to calm down. It’s pure hell in these jeans.”
Dominique laughed as she shook her head. “Do you talk this way to all the women you date?”
He shook his head. “No. Actually I haven’t started dating since moving here, and I only talk that way to you only because I’ve never felt this sort of chemistry before with another woman.” And that included his ex-wife. He wondered how he could explain that he had been married for four years and that they had never spoken intimately, not even while making love.
“Why do you feel comfortable talking that way to me?”
He didn’t respond. At least not for a few seconds. And when he did so, he studied her and then asked. “Does my talking that way bother you?”
She shook her head. “I have to admit that the first time you did it I was taken aback. No man had ever openly said such things to me before. But then I found that I rather liked it. It’s not as if you’re saying anything crude or vulgar. Between us it’s stimulating, intimate and deeply personal.” And to her it really was. To exchange conversation so personal somehow made her feel they were a close couple who had shared intimacies for years.
Jordan smiled, glad that’s how she saw things. “That’s the way I feel about it too. For some reason, talking that way with you seems natural, and in no way is it out of disrespect. If anything, it’s my way of expressing how I feel in the most blatant way I know how. Like I said, I’ve never had this sort of chemistry with another woman. And I want you to know just how much I want to make love to you.” He took her hand in his. “Come on and let me show you around. There’s one particular room I really want you to see.”
She lifted a brow as he led her out of the living room toward the back of his home. “And what room is that?”
He smiled. “It’s not the room you think. It’s an extra bedroom that I made into a workout room.”
***
Dominique glanced around. The room was set up like a fitness center and had every piece of exercise equipment you could imagine. “Wow, this is super.”
“Thanks. It saves me time and money. I don’t have to join a gym for a good workout and I can exercise any time I want.”
She looked at the state-of-the-art treadmill. “With something like this at your fingertips, why bother going out jogging?”
“Because I enjoy breathing in fresh air each day. The only time I use the treadmill is when the weather is bad outside.”
She nodded. “I liked staying toned and thought about joining a health spa but never got around to doing so.”
“And now you don’t have to. You can use my equipment any time.”
“I can?”
“Sure. In fact, if you want to come by tomorrow I can get you started on a few of the easier pieces, the ones I consider as the bare essentials for any workout program.”
Dominique frowned thoughtfully. “Tomorrow won’t be a good day. I’m driving my grandmother to Daytona to visit a friend after church.”
He nodded. “I know how hectic your schedule is during the week with the Fairchild case. What about next Saturday? We can do breakfast again here, and afterward we can spend an hour or so working out.”
“I hate for you to do breakfast two Saturdays in a row. The only way I’ll go along with it is if you let me prepare dinner at my place Tuesday night.”
He smiled. “Sure, I’d like that.” He took her hand in his. “Come on and let me show you the rest of the place before I feed you.”
***
Dominique took a sip of coffee and stared over the rim of the cup at Jordan. His back was to her as he stood at the kitchen counter putting the finishing touches on their pancakes. Even wearing something domestic like an apron, he still eluded sensuality and raw male energy. It was the kind that made her pulse race.
To say she had been surprised at his cooking skills would be an understatement. She had watched while he whipped together some of the fluffiest scrambled eggs she had ever seen and fried the bacon to a delicious crisp. On top of all of that, he had just finished making a batch of pancakes.
He had explained that he and his brother knew how to cook, something Lori Prescott had required of her sons. While preparing breakfast he had shared some more interesting tidbits about his family.
“What are you smiling about?”
She set her cup down when he placed the plate of food in front of her. She met his gaze when he came and sat across from her at the table. “I was just thinking about Michelle. She would love meeting your brother if he ever came to town.”
He lifted a brow. “You think so?”
She chuckled. “Trust me, I know so. She almost died when she found out you had one.”
Jordan shook his head grinning. “It’s hard to believe she’s your sister. From what you’ve told me, she sounds like a rebel.”
“And that’s putting it mildly. During our teen years there was never a dull moment at our house. She gave my parents plenty of grief while growing up. She resisted authority of any kind, and still does in a way. She has trouble keeping a boyfriend because she’s too domineering and bossy. She has this thing about always wanting to be in control.”
“Then it should be interesting if she were to meet Auburn, because they are two of a kind.”
Dominique nodded. She then thought about something. “You didn’t drool.”
Jordan paused in taking a sip of his coffee and looked at her bemusedly. “Excuse me?”
“You didn’t drool. Most men drool when they meet Michelle. You smiled at her but you didn’t drool. Even Kenneth drooled when he first saw her.”
“Kenneth?”
“Yes, my ex-fiancé.”
Jordan frowned. As far as he was concerned that should have told her then that she needed to dump the guy. “Different things attract a man to a woman. I never was one to go after the tall, slender model-size woman.”
Dominique found that interesting. “Really? I thought most men were attracted to those types.”
He shrugged. “Not me. I like healthy looking women, women with meat on their bones.” He smiled. “Nothing turns me on quicker than seeing voluptuous hips, thighs and breasts.” He looked at her intently. “Like yours. They definitely arouse me.”
Dominique couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”
After a few moments of silence she said, “Your ex-wife. Was she a full-size woman?”
He looked at her as though it were taking his brain a while to comprehend what she was asking him. Then he said. “Yes.”
“Do I remind you of her?”
“No. Other than size the two of you are completely different.”
“In what way?”
“You may take things seriously but you also know when to smile and lighten up. She didn’t. She was a family practice attorney who didn’t know how to leave things at the office. She would bring home a lot of emotional garbage from the cases she handled.”
Dominique tilted her head. The tone of his voice sounded bitter. “And that came between the two of you?”
“Yes. She didn’t know how to let go and change her role from attorney to wife. You’re a judge. However, not once have we talked about any of your court cases. You know where your roles as Judge Kincaid ends and your role as Dominique Kincaid, the woman, begins.”
She nodded. “Being a judge is my job and not my life.”
“Yeah, well Paula never learned to differentiate the two, and it eventually ended our marriage. I have no desire to marry another attorney again.”
Dominique regretted he felt that way. “It’s not that way with everyone. Both my parents are attorneys.”
He lifted a brow. “They are?”
“Yes. They met in law school and have worked together ever since. They get along great at work and at home and have a good marriage. It’s my belief that an individual’s profession has nothing to do with whether or not they make their marriage work it’s how much you’re willing to sacrifice to make that marriage succeed.”
Jordan nodded. “Your ex-fiancé. Was he an attorney?”
“No. Kenneth was a college professor. He taught history at UCF.”
“What’s the reason the two of you broke up?” He already knew what Royce had told him but he wanted to hear it from her.
Dominique didn’t say anything for the longest time; then she spoke. “Kenneth said I had gotten so caught up in wedding plans that I stopped giving him the attention he needed. And it was during that time that he became involved with another woman. She was someone who moved into his apartment complex.”
She took a sip of coffee before continuing. She found Jordan easy to talk to. “According to him it was only a one-night stand. Although that may have been true, the woman got pregnant. He decided to tell me about her a week before our wedding, and only because she threatened to come to the wedding and make a scene unless he gave her enough money to start over in Texas somewhere. He actually had the nerve to ask my parents to loan him the money, and had expected me to continue on with our wedding.” She shook her head in disgust. “It never occurred to him that I would call off the wedding because of what he had done. After all, he felt everything was my fault.”