She glanced down, too, and watched him caress her, her excitement growing.
“So beautiful,” he muttered. “Perfect.”
He rested his forehead against hers—and their breath mingled, short and deep and fast. “Let me touch you.”
Her brain foggy with desire, she didn’t understand for a moment, until she felt his hand slide under her skirt. Pushing aside her panties, he began gently exploring her.
Sera’s head fell back, her eyes closing.
“So good,” Jordan murmured in a voice she didn’t recognize. “Ah, Angel, let me in.”
She let him stroke her, building the heat inside her. She shifted to give him better access, and he built a rhythm that she enjoyed...until he pressed his thumb against her and she splintered, her world fracturing, filling with their labored breaths and the scent of Jordan all around her.
They stood that way for moments, and Sera slowly came down to earth, her breath slowing.
What was she doing?
With a remaining bit of sanity, she pulled back, and he loosened his hold. Then she laid her hand on his chest as if to underscore the distance she needed. She felt the strong, steady beat of his heart, reminding her of the sexual thrum between them.
He didn’t move. His jaw firm, he seemed carved out of stone, his face stamped with unfulfilled sexual desire in the dim illumination.
She felt like a heel—an uncomfortable and new feeling where Jordan was considered. Still, they couldn’t, they shouldn’t. “This is so wrong. We—”
“Angel—”
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
And then she ran. Grabbing the purse that she’d come in with, she turned and stabbed the button for the elevator.
“Sera—”
She nearly gasped with relief when the door slid right open and Jordan made no move to stop her.
As t
he elevator door closed, she called hurriedly over her shoulder, “I’ll summon a cab downstairs with my phone.”
Six
Jordan came awake. The bedsheets were a tangled mess around him because he’d had a restless night.
Sera. The one-word answer for why he’d been edgy.
He’d dreamed about her after she’d left in a hurry. At least in sleep, he’d gotten a chance to indulge many of his fantasies from the past couple months. He’d guided her and learned her pleasure points with his hands and mouth. He’d whispered all the indecent things he wanted to do with her, and she hadn’t blinked. But unfortunately, none of it had been real. In real life, Sera had hurried out of his apartment.
He was still wrapping his mind around all the revelations from last night. Their kiss had been fantastic enough to fuel fantasies all night long. He’d had a hunch they’d be combustible together, and he’d been proven right. More than right. Things had escalated, and if Sera hadn’t broken things off, he had his doubts they would have bothered making it from the entry to his bed. She’d been soft and curvy and responsive, just like he’d imagined. Better than he’d imagined. She had the softest skin he’d ever caressed.
Sera was soft despite her seemingly hard shell. Who knew?
And how the hell could he have forgotten someone as hot and memorable as Serafina Perini? He racked his brain for memories from eight years ago. Could he really have been as much of a jerk as she’d made him out to be?
Sera had been pissed off at being so easily consigned to oblivion. No question about it.
The only answer was that he’d been young and stupid and immature. Flush with the first victories of a burgeoning hockey career that had put his sickly childhood behind him, and intent on enjoying his new status and image as a chick magnet and sports stud.
Yup. That explanation would go over well with Sera.
She’d have to deal with him, though, at their next therapy session—and to make matters more complicated, she was now driving his car. After Sera had departed in a rush last night, he’d called downstairs and told Donnie at the security desk to offer her the second set of keys to his sedan. She’d need a car until her beaten-up wreck got fixed, and Jordan would be fine driving his pickup in the meantime. Fortunately, Donnie had later reported that Sera had reluctantly taken up the offer.