What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan

silver looked right on Zade. Manly. Effortless and stylish without being overblown.
    As he set the watch aside, it clunked on the nightstand.
    She fisted the cool, crisp sheets and fought the urge to trace the prominent veins that peeked from beneath his rolled sleeves. To pull him closer and nuzzle where the top two buttons of his shirt parted. To surround herself with his powerful scent.
    What had she gotten herself into? Never mind age. Trifling with a man like this was tantamount to dancing in the middle of a giant bonfire bathed in gasoline. Her conscience knew it. Kept tapping at the corner of her oxygen-starved thought processes, but every other part of her thrummed and begged to writhe in the flames.
    His gaze devoured her, bright blue and bold as a spring sky, framed by loose blond bangs. He straddled her thighs and caged her with his arms, holding himself above her, not touching. “A kiss.” He dipped closer, and inhaled deep. “Want to point out, you didn’t put any restrictions on your request.”
    A shudder rippled through her, the sensual sound of his breath and the timbre of his voice resonating like a physical stroke. A simple brush of sensation behind each ear and down her neck.
    He traced the line of her lips with his own, close enough to tickle and tease, but not nearly enough to give her what she craved. “You didn’t say how…” His warm breath fluttered against her face. “…or where.” He licked her lower lip and lifted his gaze to hers. “I’ll take that to mean I get to taste all of you.”
    Contact.
    Full, firm, delicious contact. Not a peck before bed. Not a lackluster pretense of interest, but a kiss in the truest sense. Consuming and wild.
    His tongue swept past her lips, demanding and merciless. Tasting, licking, nipping her parted mouth until she thought she’d drown in the pleasure. He cruised the line of her jaw with his lips, sampling her skin with tiny flicks of his tongue along the way. “You want more?”
    She rolled her head to one side and arched her neck to make way for his devious mouth. He wanted her to think? Now? Thoughts were the last thing she wanted to process. Not with her body languid and pulse pounding.
    His teeth scraped the tender shell of her ear, and his voice rumbled deep. “Got a death grip on my hair and the way your hips are moving makes me want to strip you naked and put my mouth to good use somewhere else.” He kissed a path down her neck. “Tell me, Janie. You want my weight? My touch?”
    Dangerous. So damned dangerous. A line she couldn’t cross back from. Her body practically sang beneath him. Demanded more of everything he offered, and didn’t give a damn about consequences and awkward morning afters.
    He lifted his head, virility pouring off his sharp features. This wasn’t a boy. This was a man. A man who wanted her. Desired her enough to wade through all her tangled issues and hang-ups. To take his time and make her feel more alive than she’d felt in forever.
    Why shouldn’t she ask for what she wanted? She was a grown woman, more than capable of facing tomorrow morning or any other day. She unclenched the back of his head and savored his broad shoulders through his starched shirt, all primal heat and strength beneath her palms. “I didn’t come prepared for this.”
    His gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up to her eyes. “No pressure. Only what makes you feel good.” He shifted away.
    “ Wait.” Janie stopped him, digging her nails deep. She trailed her fingers down his throat and rested her palm above his chest. His heartbeat thrummed, solid and steadier than hers, but powerful all the same. “I meant I didn’t anticipate precautions. I haven’t needed to before. Didn’t think we’d—”
    “ Stop.” He captured her hand, lifted it to his lips, and nipped the pad of her middle finger. The contact zinged down her arm and detonated in her belly.
    Keeping his eyes on her, he reached to the nightstand and opened the top