His fingers were calloused, rasping against her flesh.
He was so big, so hard. She wanted to feel him over her, around her, surrounding her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands flattening to feel the flex and power of his muscles beneath them.
God, that turned her on. The way he kissed her, the way his muscles tensed as the kiss deepened, the way he groaned into their kiss, a sound as hungry as her own. But it was darker, sexier.
“Damn, I love your lips, Janey.” He sipped at them, nipped at them. “They fit me, baby.”
Janey forced her eyes open in time to watch his head lower.
She stiffened as his tongue stroked over her collarbone.
“I’m dying to taste your ni**les,” he rasped, his hand moving from her neck back below the breast, where it had rested before. “I want to feel them hard and hot against my tongue. I bet they’re sweet. As sweet as candy.”
His hands moved, drawing the straps of her bra from her shoulders, easing the cups just beneath her ni**les.
“Alex. Alex. I don’t know about this.” She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t seem to draw enough oxygen into her lungs. Couldn’t find the strength to push him away.
“Are you scared of me, Janey?” He breathed the words over one nipple. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
She shook her head, but she didn’t know if that was an answer.
“Watch me, darlin’,” he crooned, looking up at her, his lips lowering farther. “Watch me love this pretty nipple. See what it’s supposed to feel like.”
At the first touch of his lips, sensation tore through her nipple to her clit. Janey arched, driving the tip between his lips, against the moist, hot flesh of his tongue as he licked over it.
She froze. She swore the ability to breathe was forgotten as she felt the pleasure erupt inside her. Like flames. Like tiny explosions set off beneath her flesh and searing her with their heat.
“How pretty,” he murmured, pursing his lips and kissing the tip before sucking it gently, easily, back into his mouth.
Just her nipple. He licked it with his tongue as he sucked it slow and easy. His palm cupped her breast, nearly swallowing the curve before she could even consider fear. Calloused palm and fingers, just holding
the swollen flesh. Cupping it. Framing it as he sucked at the hard, sensitive tip.
“Alex.” She was breathing again, rougher than before. She felt fevered, too hot, too sensitive. She had been cold earlier. She shouldn’t be hot now.
His head lifted, but only to move to her other nipple. As he treated it to the same careful caresses, Janey closed her eyes and fought to hold on to her senses. She was sure there was a reason why she shouldn’t be allowing this. She knew there was, but the reason slipped beneath the pleasure.
Her hands held the back of his head now, trying to force him closer as she arched to him, watched his lips drawing on her, the way his cheeks hollowed as he suckled her. He kissed the hard ni**les. Let her watch him lick them.
Oh, that was so good. Watching his tongue lick over the hard tip, curl against it. Her thighs clenched as sensation tore across her nerve endings again, shattering between her thighs, filling her clit, the aching depths of her pu**y. She didn’t know how to fight this. She didn’t want to fight it. She wanted it to continue forever.
“I knew how sweet your pretty ni**les would be.” He kissed one peak, then the other. “Hard against my tongue. Like sugar candy.”
Her nails dug into the back of his head, wanting him there again, wanting her flesh in his mouth again.
“I’m going to kiss your cl*t just like that, Janey. Kiss it slow and sweet. Draw it into my mouth and lick it nice and soft while I suck all its sweetness.”
She wasn’t going to survive this. She was going to melt into a puddle of pure need at his feet if he didn’t stop saying these things to her.
“Then I’m going to push my tongue into your tight pu**y.” His expression tightened, lust flaring hard and deep in his eyes. “I’m starving for you, Janey. For every touch, every f**king taste.”
She was going to orgasm from his words alone. She was going to flame out of control and scream out in need if he didn’t do something. Fast. She could feel herself peaking, feel the pleasure building and tearing through her until she didn’t think she would survive the culmination of it.
His hands gripped the band of her pants, drew them down as she lifted to him. She needed this, too. She wanted it. Wanted his mouth on her. Wanted the pleasure and the torturous heat tearing through her.
Her lips parted to beg. Her breath had gathered to push the words out, when a hard, loud knock sounded at the door.
“Delivery, Ms. Mackay,” a young male voice called out. “Hey, hurry. Your cat’s growling at me.”
Janey flinched. Alex moved.
He pushed the straps and cups of her bra back in place and had her shirt over her head before she could blink. His expression was no longer sensual, no longer filled with lust. It was tighter now, harder.
She pushed her arms slowly through the shirtsleeves and readjusted her pants. Yeah, now she remembered why she should have never allowed him to touch her.
Shame burned through her. Jerking from the couch, she moved quickly to the kitchen, aware of him behind her, sliding to the side of the door. He checked the privacy peephole before moving to the side, where he wouldn’t be seen.
Damn him. Damn Dayle Mackay and this town and her own stupid, traitorous body.
She jerked several bills from the kitchen drawer where she kept extra cash and moved to the door. She shot Alex a glare, hating him as much as she hated herself at that moment.
She swung the door open, pasting a smile on her face for the young delivery boy. Fat Cat shot into the house, sliding past her legs and heading for his food bowl, no doubt.
She handed the boy the money. “Keep the change, Robby,” she told him as she took the food.
“Wow, thanks, Miss Mackay. And tell your family I said hey. Natches was in the pizza house last week right at closing. He had to sweet-talk the owner into opening the kitchen long enough to bake his wife one of those pizzas she’s been craving.”
Another forced smile, a little laugh. “Chaya likes her pizza.”
“Yeah. And always right at or right after closing.” Robby grinned. “They always give Natches grief, but he talks them into it.”
“He can be a charmer,” Janey agreed.