What Janie Wants (13 page)

“
I don’t want it for landscapes, babe. I want it for you.”

“
Why?”

Those startling blue eyes of his pierced straight through to her toes. “Because when you let go, it’s beautiful. Something I want to remember. Be able to look at over and over again.”

Because time was almost up. Her breath hitched and a sharp pain jabbed her square in the solar plexus. She turned in his arms and threaded her fingers in his thick hair, craving the extra contact. Something to ground her equilibrium. “And what about me? Shouldn’t I get some pictures to take home with me too?”

Something sparked in his eyes, so fast she almost missed it. Almost as if she’d wounded him and challenged him all in one breath. His grin flashed bright and devious a second before he dipped and hefted her up in a fireman’s carry. “I’m gonna give you a whole lot more than pictures to take home.”

“
Zade.” With her free hand, she checked to make sure her sundress covered her butt. “Put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He plodded down the path to his bungalow, his gait and breathing not the least bit affected by the fact he was carting a hundred and forty-five extra pounds.

Iron Tiki Torches blazed along the way, their flames frantic in the ocean breeze. A couple close to her age strolled hand in hand toward the main resort area, their wide gazes locked on her and Zade. Well, she thought they were close to her age. It was hard to tell through her hair swinging in and out of her line of sight.

She laughed and waved. “Nothing to worry about. Just a little enthusiastic and out of control.”

Zade smacked her butt.

“
Ack!”

The couple cast a quick glance back in their direction and quickened their steps.

Heat from Zade’s palm soothed the sting he’d left behind. “Enthusiastic, huh?”

“
Well, they looked like they were ready to call the police,” she said.

“
They’ve been staying at Gypsy Cove all week, babe. They probably thought we were on our way to an orgy.” He stomped up the steps to the bungalow and ducked inside, careful to watch her head. Barely pausing to click on a table lamp, he strode to the bedroom and playfully tossed her to the bed.

Her breath huffed out on a startled laugh and her hair spilled over her face. “Well.” She shoved the wild mess out of her eyes and froze.

Zade stood at the foot of the bed, his button down already tossed aside and his khakis sliding past his hips. The lamp cast a muted glow behind him, outlining his muscular form in perfect definition.

“
I take it we’re skipping foreplay?” She’d meant it to sound mischievous, but it came out closer to Lauren Bacall demanding dessert. Which made sense. Everything about his physique made a woman want to indulge. To touch, taste, and explore every taut expanse and delectable ridge.

He tossed his black boxer briefs to join the rest of the hastily built clothes pile and straightened.

Amazing. A man no breathing woman would pass by without a second glance, no matter their sexual orientation. He was a living work of art.

He rubbed the heel of his hand above his heart. Four days she’d spent with him, and she still hadn’t figured out what it meant. It was so absentminded, so reflexive in appearance, she wasn’t sure he realized he did it. “See something you like?”

Everything. More than his body. She liked him. His thoughtfulness. The way he’d encouraged her to open up. To consider a life beyond what was expected and lose control. Could she do the same for him?

He planted a knee on the bed to join her.

She scrambled upright and stopped him with a palm to his chest. Urging him back a few steps, she stood before him and stroked the space above his heart. “I see something I like very much.”

“
I’m all yours. Whatever you want.” His powerful hands settled on her hips. Firm, but careful. Cautious.

“
Whatever I want?”

“
Anything.”

Her heart stumbled and her hands trembled. She could do this. No, she wasn’t young and defying gravity in all the right places, but she was still sexy. Mature and wise. Zade had shown her that. She caressed his defined pecs and circled his dark nipples. “I thought we could change things up.”

“
Do I still get to strip you and find all the right spots to make you dance in bed?”

Pressing against him, she kissed his sternum and breathed in his scent. Dominant, and yet welcoming. An olfactory promise of the primitive beast trapped inside. “Maybe in a little bit. I thought I’d explore a little first.”

“
Not sure I like that plan as much as mine.”

She swayed her hips side to side, teasing his cock with her skirt’s soft linen. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten undressed.”

His hands tightened and a low rumble bubbled up his throat. “A good dance always turn you this naughty?”

“
I don’t know. I can’t remember the last time I danced.” Slowly, she dropped to her knees, dragging her palms down his torso, ghosting across the V at his hips, and resting them against his powerful thighs. With her lips only an inch or two from his straining erection, she let out a shaky breath.

His cock jerked and the muscles in his legs flexed. “Janie?”

“
Yeah?” She nuzzled the base of his shaft and his tight sac, shaved and smooth for her lips and tongue to roam.

“
Wanted to take care of you, babe.”

She licked him from root to tip in small teasing flicks. “Mmm. Hmm.”

“
Makin’ that kind of hard.”

Oh, he was way past hard. Stone was more like it. Thick, hot stone. “I know. Feels great too.”

“
Janie, look at me.”

Her pulse leapt from a jog to a sprint and the subtle swoosh of the ocean roared in her ears. The deepest intimacy. One stare to another. She circled the tip of his shaft, lifted her gaze, and sucked him deep.

“
Daaamn.” He gripped either side of her head. “Janie. Babe.” He thrust into her mouth, stretching her lips. “Supposed to be about you.” Another thrust, and his voice cracked. “Make you want more.”

She cupped his balls and dragged her lips up and down his slick shaft. “You want me to let go. Be as wild as I want?” She licked the ridge on the underside, her breathing short and fast.

“
Fuck yes. I told you, everything you want. Anything.”

“
Then I want you to let go too. No more careful.”

“
Janie….” It was almost a plea. So ragged she almost balked. “Don’t want to scare you off.”

No. He needed this. How she knew wasn’t all that clear, but she felt it as firmly as a shove between her shoulder blades. She stood and eased out of reach. “Fair is fair. If I let go, you do too. No more drawing me out without you being fully on board.”

One blink, and his whole demeanor shifted. A tempted, careful man one second, and an offended primal male the next. “You think I’m not on board?”

“
Not all the way, no. I think you’re careful with me. Afraid I’ll chicken out and spend the rest of our time hiding from you.”

Good Lord, his gaze could melt butter, dangerous intent radiating laser sharp on her and her alone. He stalked toward her, and her insides dipped and swirled to rival a runaway roller coaster. “Oh, I’m on board. More on board than you know.”

Janie backed away, fighting the almost gravitational pull toward him.

He stroked his shaft, not letting her gain any distance. “You want it all?”

Her back hit the wall. “Yes.” Maybe. With the fire in his eyes and the dangerous, almost feral cut of his jaw, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up. “No holds barred. Everything you’ve got.”

He caged her with hands at either side of her head. “You gonna run?”

“
No.” Too fast of an answer for her common sense, but her libido purred.

He skimmed his lips along her jawline and the purr jumped to a rumble, nerve endings sparking with each touch. Hunger emanated off him, his voice tight and his chest heaving. “You’ll tell me. If it’s too much—”

“
Zade.”

“
Yeah.”

“
Shut up and fuck me.”

He growled and seized her mouth, lips slanting across hers, fingers buried deep in her hair and holding her firm for his attack. His tongue plundered, powerful stabs that matched the wicked friction of his cock against the fabric on her belly. Gone was the tender, careful lover, replaced with brutal, desperate need. An animal off its leash and mindless of anything but prurient instinct.

Dragging his teeth across her lower lip, he yanked her sundress to her waist. “Love your breasts.” He cupped them, plumping them with an urgent, almost anguished clasp. He flicked his tongue against one tight peak. “Love these pretty nipples.” Another flick, his fingers toying with the other. “Look like raspberries after I suck on them.” He circled the tip and his hot breath fanned out along her skin. “You want that?”

She whimpered and arched closer. Torture. The way he used his lips. The things he said. Pure torture.

He drew her into his mouth and suckled deep.

A dark, uncompromising sensation speared straight between her legs. His cheeks hollowed with each merciless pull, and his soft moans oscillated along her sensitive flesh. Such a wanton and yet beautiful image, flammable fuel for an explosive lust. She’d never recover from this. Wasn’t sure she wanted to.

He pulled away and studied his work, thumbing the reddened tip. “Oh, yeah. Fucking love raspberries.” He licked his lower lip and went to work on its mate. The heat of his mouth scorched her delicate skin even as the breeze-cooled room teased the slick and tortured one he’d left behind.

Slipping his hand down the front of her dress and under her panties, he cupped her mound. His lips slipped from her nipple with a muted pop, and he groaned. “So wet.” Back and forth, he worked the slickness between her folds, pressing his sweat-dampened forehead on hers. “You ready for me?”

“
Yes.”

“
You sure?”

“
Yes!”

He plunged two fingers deep.

Janie cried out, prying her eyes open as her sundress slipped past her hips.

“
That’s it, babe. Ride my fingers.” With slow, purposeful strokes, he worked her. Over and over, the heel of his hand caught her clit. “Want you close, ready to go over before I give you my cock.”

“
Oh, God.” A tremor rattled her from the inside out. The mix of his words and the raw image of his glistening fingers pumping in and out of her nearly knocked her off her feet.

“
You like to watch as much as I do, don’t you?” He hit his knees, jerked her panties down, and locked his gaze with hers. He licked his lower lip.

She more than liked it. She craved it. Seeing him there, on his knees, with his sinful mouth so close to her mound sent quivers through her core and feminine powering surging through her veins.

Gripping her hip with one hand and the back of her thigh with the other, he lifted one leg high and exposed her aching sex. His eyes gleamed with a predatory confidence and the fire in her blood whipped to a whole new level. “You gonna watch me eat you? Grind your pussy against my mouth?”

“
Zade.” She grappled for something to hold on to, nails scratching against the rough stucco walls. Anything to support her shaking legs.

“
You wanted it all.” He kissed the top of her mound, the brush of his lips tickling her tightly trimmed curls. His voice rumbled against her ready flesh. “Gonna let it all out and make it so you can’t forget a minute.”

He attacked. Feasted on her with long, devious licks, teasing her entrance with his tongue and growling against her swollen labia. His head bobbed and circled, angling to gather every last drop. Hungry. Wild and untamed.

Her belly fluttered and her sex spasmed against his tongue. He was right. She did like to watch. Was enthralled by her wetness coating his full lips and the animalistic intimacy. This was passion. Raw and wanton, and yet so indescribably pure it bathed her soul in flames.

He tongued her clit, purposeful circles and quick flicks that made the bundle of nerves ache and her thighs clench. He blew on the throbbing nub. “Brace, babe. Time for you to go up.”

He closed his lips around her and sucked.

Sweet Jesus.

Slick, wet, heat. Perfect pressure. Decadent lashes from his tongue, over and over again. She needed more. The fierce, full stretch. The completeness that came every time he filled her.

The pressure intensified.

Release danced just out of reach, and her standing leg quaked. She gripped his hair at the roots and urged his mouth harder against her grinding hips. Lewd and dirty. Carnal and savage. And she didn’t care. Liked it. The freedom. The power. The glory of the two of them together. “Zade, now.”

His tongue darted back to her entrance.