wouldn’t want you to think we don’t know how to treat a lady.”
He rose and headed for the door. Lorna dropped her gaze to his tight buttocks. Her pussy tightened. She startled. She wanted him—again.
* * * * *
Jace clicked the door shut as he stepped into the living room. “Let’s order up some food.”
Ryan was tucking his shirt into his jeans. “I’m going to head down to the bar.”
“We can get room service.” Jace crossed to the phone sitting on the desk.
“You’re missing my point. You and Lorna need some time alone.”
Jace paused in picking up the receiver. “Time alone?”
“It’s been great,” Ryan said, “but this threesome just became a crowd.” He grinned. “It’s a blow to my ego, but I’m pretty sure she favors you.”
“Like hell she does.”
“It wasn’t my name she screamed while we were fucking her.”
Jace’s heart jumped to a gallop. He’d heard her cry out, but hadn’t let himself realize she’d called his name. “It was the luck of the draw,” he insisted.
“My dick just happened to be inside her at the moment.” And it doesn’t mean a damn thing , he told himself. Not one damn thing .
“Take the compliment,” Ryan said. “She’s some woman. A one-nighter doesn’t mean one round…and you did put her in your bed.”
Jace felt as if he’d been slugged in the belly. “I didn’t even think.”
“You didn’t have to. Relax. I helped you break the ice. But it’s time you flew solo.”
“Ryan—”
“It doesn’t take a genius to see you can do it again.”
Jace didn’t have to look down at his erection to know what Ryan meant.
Dammit, he shouldn’t have kissed her. “You’re just as ready as I am,” he growled. “This was supposed to be no strings attached.”
His friend laughed. “You’re not thinking a woman like that would settle for a cowpoke like you?” Jace realized that was exactly what it sounded like he was saying, but before he could reply, Ryan added, “Or is it your reaction to her you’re worried about?”
Ryan slid a hand into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom. He tossed it. Jace snatched it out of the air and stood silent as Ryan turned and headed down the hall. A few seconds later, the door clicked shut and Jace wondered if he could move. What was he supposed to do now?
Food. He’d promised her food.
Chapter Nine
Half an hour later, a knock sounded on the door. Jace strode down the hall to the door and opened it. A waiter stood outside with a pushcart.
“Room service, sir.”
Jace stepped aside. “Come on in.”
The waiter pushed the cart down the hall and into the living room.
“Champagne.” He pointed to the bottle chilling in a silver ice bucket.
“Shrimp cocktail.” He lifted a small silver lid to reveal a bowl of a dozen shrimp on the rim of a crystal bowl filled with red cocktail sauce. “Strawberries.”
The waiter lifted another lid. “Chocolate.”
Jace froze when the waiter lifted yet another lid. What had he been thinking ordering strawberries and chocolate sauce? Lorna was going to think he was a pervert. Hell, he was. He pictured the chocolate sauce dribbled across her breasts, then trailed down to her pussy where he would—
“Melon,” the waiter said.
“I’m sure it’s all here,” Jace interrupted. How much food had he ordered?
He fumbled a twenty from his pocket and tipped the man.
The waiter gave a slight bow. “Anything else, sir?”
A brain, he replied mentally, but said, “No, thanks.”
“Very good, sir.” The waiter nodded and left.
Jace surveyed the tray. Hell, maybe he’d get lucky and she’d sleep through the night. Would he be able to bunk on the couch knowing she was right there in the bedroom? Was she sleeping already? He and Ryan and given her a helluva workout. Should he wait until she got up? He turned toward the bedroom, then stopped short. Lorna stood in the doorway as naked as she’d been when he put her in his bed. No robe,