Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love by Arabella Quinn

difficult?
    Dusty swept a hand
through his hair. “Jane, I’m just looking out for you. I know you don’t hold
your liquor well.”
    I flinched and
stopped in my tracks. I heard my words softly slurring even as I tried to deny
that I was drunk. “That was one time, Dusty. And you’re the one who took
advantage of me. Remember?”
    “Oh no.” Dusty shook
his head. “Let’s not rewrite history here. You were the one who climbed all
over me.”
    The beauty of
being drunk was that I wasn’t utterly embarrassed by his words. Even though in
some remote corner of my brain, I knew I should be.
    “No, I wouldn’t do
that!” My denial didn’t sound very convincing, especially since I never could
remember what exactly happened that night.
    Dusty took a step
closer to me until our bodies were almost touching. His voice lowered. “In
fact, Jane, you were touching me. And kissing me. And begging me for more. And
all your moaning and groaning told me you liked it.”
    My heart was
pounding hard in my chest, yet it felt like I wasn’t getting any oxygen to my
brain. I felt dizzy. My knees were rubbery.
    I grabbed onto his
forearms for support even as I denied his words. “No. No. That’s not what
happened.”
    “Yes, Jane.” His
gaze was searing. His voice was a whispered promise. “You climbed into my bed.
Your hands were all over my body. Touching me everywhere.”
    His arm had snaked
around my waist and he pulled me in so tight against his body. The air around
us practically sizzled with intensity. The nearness, the feel of his body, had
me absolutely aching for his touch. I stood frozen in his embrace, not knowing
what to do, but captured by his knowing gaze while he waited for my answer. Had
he even asked a question?
    I knew I should
defend myself. Deny what he was saying. But all I could feel was that intense
burning of lust centered right between my legs and tingling throughout my body.
I wanted Dusty with a fierceness. I always had.
    Aunt Bettie’s
favorite saying was that when life handed you lemons, you made lemonade. I
certainly knew a thing or two about getting lemons. In fact, I was more than a
bit used to getting handed lemons by now. But, on very rare occasions,
life handed you the glass of lemonade pre-mixed and pre-sweetened. All you had
to do was just drink it down. So why was I just standing there looking at it? Start
drinking, girl. Take a sip.
    My arms wrapped
around Dusty’s shoulders. Our eyes connected for a scorching moment before we
kissed. I think I gave it all away in that moment. My aching need. My desire.
My complete infatuation for him. It couldn’t be helped.
    We were like two
live wires, that when finally united, sparked into an uncontrolled combustible
explosion. Dusty’s kiss transcended normal kisses. It swept me out of my narrow
world and into an almost spiritual experience, yet its affects were quite down
to earth and completely toe-curling.
    While our tongues
danced against each other’s, my body melted completely into his and trembled
with a passionate reaction to his nearness. Every part of me tingled with
awareness. Shivers ran through my body as his hands swept down the skin of my
bare arms. One of his hands tangled in my hair and the other settled on my ass,
trapping me against the hard cock that I could feel through the fabric of his
shorts.
    His lips were fiercely
demanding; his tongue was deliciously probing. I was lost in that kiss, my body
automatically reacting to his every touch, every nerve in my body firing with uncontained
desire.
    I was so aroused
that it was crazy. I had never felt anything like it before. My pussy was
aching with need and my panties were soaked with the evidence of it. It was all
I could do not to maul him right then and there.
    Dusty broke our
kiss and I was surprised to find that my hands had wandered beneath his shirt.
I stopped their exploring, but I didn’t retreat. The feel of his smooth muscles
under my hands made me crazy to feel more