She obeyed instinctively, then cried out when her skirt bunched at her hips, and she felt hard, muscled abs between her thighs.
But his lips were on hers again. His hands kneaded her butt, his lips ground against hers, tongue curling over hers. Driving explosions of light erupted behind her closed eyelids. She could feel him in every cell of her skin and she wanted to feel him deeper.
Between her thighs, she could feel herself growing wet, swollen. Throbbing sensation pounded at her clit, inside her vagina. She was a mass of sudden internal explosions of need, and nothing mattered but this wild crescendo of pleasure now pounding through her.
The sensations were frightening, exhilarating. They burned over her flesh, seared her insides. She felt herself growing dazed, sensually weak and unable to sate the need for more and more sensation.
“Alex.” She moaned his name when his head jerked back, the strong column of his neck flexing with strength as she heard him inhale, hissing a breath from between his teeth as he gripped her rear and lowered her. Lowered her just enough to allow the thick wedge of his erection to press between her thighs.
He was huge.
Janey stiffened, her eyes widening, staring into his narrowed gaze as he moved her against him, stroking the soft silk of her panties against the distended knot of her clitoris.
Technically, she knew exactly what he was doing. Technically, she knew exactly where this was heading, where over the years, she had rarely gone past the fantasy of just this kiss.
“You know what I want.” His voice was hard, his gaze fierce.
No, she didn’t know what he wanted. Technically, yeah, she knew. Physically, emotionally, she was suddenly terrified of the need whipping through her. Burning her. Because it didn’t make sense. Because it went too deep, was too blinding. Because it made her feel weak, dazed. Unable to fight against the swirling flames building inside her.
“Let me go!” She was pushing at his shoulders when she didn’t mean to.
Suddenly, a sense of panic overwhelmed her. Not fear of Alex, but fear of herself. Fear of the sensations, the emotions she couldn’t quite grasp.
“Let me go, Alex!” She struggled out of his grip, stumbling as he set her back on her feet, his expression dark, forbidding, as she pushed away from him, almost falling before she steadied herself by the couch and jerked her skirt back down over her thighs.
“Leave. Please.” She kept her back to him.
She was shaking. Quivering from the inside out and she couldn’t make sense of it. She was hot and cold at the same time, spiked with energy and yet lethargic.
“It’s natural, Janey.” He spoke as though he knew.
Janey swung around, glaring at him. “You don’t know what I feel, Alex. Don’t pretend you do.”
His eyes were steely gray but calm as somber determination lined his face and his expression grew heavy.
“You’re twenty-three years old,” he said. “You lived in a vacuum of no touch, no affection for too many years. And then you had to suffer through the hell Nadine and Dayle put you through. A man’s touch will be scary at first. Frightening. But it will ease.”
Janey shook her head at his confidence, his sheer arrogance.
“And of course you’re the man to get me past that fear,” she said harshly. “Why didn’t I come up with that on my own?”
His lips quirked at her mockery. “Maybe your senses are a little off balance right now,” he suggested.
“I’m sure, in time, you would have considered it.”
She glared at him. “Why don’t you just go home, or go find your little blond piece of fluff and leave me alone?”
“That’s no longer an option.” His voice hardened. “The blond fluff, that is. I’ve developed a taste for you, Janey. And I want more.”
Janey felt as though her head were spinning. He couldn’t be serious. She stared up at him. He was over six feet, broad, so muscular he made her mouth water. Powerful. And large in every way.
This wasn’t a nice, steady, unassuming man. This was Alex. Bold. Larger than life. A warrior who knew who and what he was and how to use that perfect body of his. In a variety of ways.
“What if I don’t want more?”
Oh yeah, she saw that one happening. She was going to be fantasizing about that damned kiss for the rest of her natural life.
He almost smirked. That little tug at his kiss-swollen lips clenched her stomach.
“You want more right now,” he told her, his gaze flickering over her. “Don’t bother lying about it either.
Your ni**les are still pointed hard beneath your shirt and your face is still flushed. I’m not some kid you can lie to, Janey. I know your pu**y is hot and probably so damned wet I could drown in it.” His voice turned to a growl; his lashes lowered. “I want to drown in it. I want to run my tongue through all those hot juices and eat you until you’re screaming for more.”
Oh God. Her knees were weak. Her legs were going to collapse right beneath her and leave her a puddle on the floor moaning just for that.
“Then maybe I need someone younger,” she bit out. “Maybe I don’t like where all that knowledge of yours came from.”
He grinned. It wasn’t an amused grin either. It was knowing.
“You’ve been touched by a man now, Janey. A kid isn’t going to still that fire inside you. You’d grown past that at seventeen and we both know it. That day at the lake, the boys rumbling around there, twittering and playing their damned games for your attention didn’t faze you. Nothing did. Until you caught me staring at you.”
She hated the fact that he was right. That somehow, something inside her had matured past the “boys”
her own age a long damned time ago. And any chance she would have had to experiment with men was snatched from her grasp with a single phone call from Dayle. A warning. She had been under his control and he didn’t let her forget it.
“Why are you doing this?” She shook her head, confused now, uncertain.
Alex was more than just a man. He was more than just physically powerful. There was a confidence, a dark edge inside him that made her wary.
She had a feeling Alex would push boundaries she’d never imagined. He’d demand more than she had to give, and sometimes she feared she had very little to give anyone.
Janey had learned early just how easily everything she cared about could be sucked right out of her life.