She nuzzles my chest, and I can feel her lips curving into a smile. “I’m more than okay.”
Reaching for her chin, I lift her face so I can search her eyes. “I got a little rough at the end. Did I hurt you?”
“It was uncomfortable at the very beginning, but once we got going it was fine.” The honesty in her eyes calms the guilt that was beginning to take root in me.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Justfine?”
She smiles that brilliant, teasing smile of hers. “Okay, it was better than fine. Eleven out of ten stars.” Her lips press against mine for a brief kiss. “Feel better now, Coach Hale?”
Chuckling, I push her hair behind one ear. “Much.”
Jordie’s face turns serious. “Thank you for not treating me like a precious little princess. I didn’t want to be coddled.”
I wrap both my arms around her and pull her on top of me. Her long legs lie on the outside of mine, and our torsos are pressed tightly together. “What about being cuddled? Do you have an aversion to that?”
She rests her cheek on my shoulder and relaxes into me. “Not at all. Coddling, no. Cuddling, definitely.”
My eyes close, and I breathe in the scent of apples and sex. Whoknew that would be such an arousing combination? I rub her back softly, and after a few minutes I can feel that my renewed arousal is about to be very evident against her stomach.
“Baby, I need to take care of the condom, and it would probably do you some good to soak in the tub.”
Stacking her hands on my chest, Jordie rests her chin there and stares at me. “Will you bathe with me?”
I pat her ass. “If that’s what you want. Need me to carry you into the bathroom?”
Her glare is all the answer I need, and I laugh as she pushes off me and stands. I follow and then notice her eyes drop to my semi-hard cock. There’s a little blood on the condom and some smeared on my lower belly.
“It’s not as much as I thought,” she muses. “I guess I was expecting it to look like a murder scene.”
Laughing, I take her hand, and we walk into the large bathroom together. She’s walking a little more slowly than usual, but she seems okay, so I suppress my urge to pick her up like a princess. That would only piss her off.
There’s a separate smaller room housing the toilet, and I cup the back of Jordie’s head and kiss her pretty lips. “Go take care of your business in the toilet. You need to pee after sex. Always. You don’t want to get a UTI.”
She gives me a snappy little salute, and her tits bounce. I look because hello… boobs.
“Yes, sir, Coach Hale.” Then she turns and marches toward the smaller room, and now I’m ogling her ass. Goddamn, this woman and her killer body.
After starting the water in the enormous round sunken tub, I retrieve the towel from the bed. I’d slid it underneath Jordie’s backside before we got started earlier. There are a few spots of blood but not too bad. I toss it in the towel hamper and then drag my fingertips through the water to test the temperature.
Jordie returns as I’m emptying a bag of soothing bath salts into the now-steaming water. She’s knotted her hair on top of her head,showing off her long, elegant neck. I have the urge to bite it, to mark her.
“Where did you get those?” she asks, leaning over and sniffing the fragrant steam rising from the bathtub.
“I had them delivered earlier today.”
She smirks and holds my hand, allowing me to help her into the tub. “Guess you thought I was a sure thing, huh?”
I grin and sink into the water across from her, allowing our legs to tangle. “Let’s call it optimistically hopeful.” I turn off the water and then stroke the top of her foot with my fingertips. “You’re different now.”
One of her eyebrows lifts slowly, and in her best Pinocchio voice, she says, “I’ve had sex. I’m a real woman now.”
Lifting her foot from the water, I bite her big toe, and she squirms, kicking lightly until I release her. “You’ve been a woman, Jordie, no matter your sexual status. But I meant the way you are with me. You seemed so hostile the first time we met. And the few times after that.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes, and she sighs. “The first time we met in your office, I saw your sister leaving and thought she was your… I don’t know. Your girlfriend or your hookup or something. Then I heard you talking about having someone named Reece at home and that you had a date night with her.”
Realization hits, and I burst into laughter. “Holy shit. You thought I was a cheating sleazeball."
She grimaces and holds her fingers an inch apart. “Maybe a little.” Rubbing her hand up and down my calf, she says, “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and thought you were a playboy. I realized it when I got to your house and saw you with Reece.”
