What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Page A

drawer. He plunked a box of condoms on the edge. “I was a first-rate Boy Scout.” Still withholding his weight, he re-centered himself above her. “And before you go wondering, that’s a brand new box I picked up after I left you on the beach. Prayed the whole time I wasn’t jinxing myself.”
    “ That’s a big box.”
    “ Positive thinking.” He kissed her. Slow at first, then deeper, nudging her back to mindless euphoria. “Tell me, Janie.” He nipped her lower lip and licked to sooth it. “Tell me you want this and I’ll spend the rest of the night finding every way I can to make you feel good.”
    She tugged his shoulders, urging him to her, needing the press of his hard body against hers, the scent of him on her skin.
    “ Huh uh,” he muttered.
    God, she was drowning and on fire all at once. Desperate for air, with too many clothes, and not enough touch.
    His voice vibrated against her lips. “Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”
    “ I want this.” It felt like a confession, the weight of worry and fear dissipating as soon as her whisper slipped free. She might regret it later, but she was done with second-guessing herself. Fisting her hands in his hair, she forced more courage into her voice. “I’m scared to death, but I want this. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. I just want to feel.”
    A wicked smile split ear to ear and his low, rich voice rattled every nerve ending. “What Janie wants, Janie gets.”
    He swept in. Lips to lips, hand to the back of her head, and body to body. He growled against her mouth and ground his hips against her. “Feel that?”
    Heck, yes, she did. One hundred percent virile male, fully engaged and ready for action. And it felt fantastic. Liberating, even as he pinned her against the mattress.
    He undulated lower and his cock raked the top of her mound, the pressure and her sundress dragging sensuously against her silk panties. “Stroked one off yesterday and twice today, and I’m still hard enough to drive nails.”
    He thumbed her nipple through the light fabric, the tight point so sensitive, the touch shot clear to her toes. “Tell me the truth.” He cupped her breast and the heat of his palm seared straight through her dress. “Have you touched yourself since yesterday?”
    “ No.” A serious miscalculation she wished like hell he’d hurry up and rectify. She pressed her thighs together and rubbed her mound against him. God, she was wet, her panties clinging to her labia in a way that only made the ache between her legs worse.
    He peeled the dress straps off her shoulders and teased the exposed swells of her breasts. “You think about it?”
    The snippets she’d allowed alone in her room blasted front and center in her mind. Zade naked above her, buried deep, her hands splayed across and sampling his chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to kick the image.
    He chuckled and peeled her dress an inch or two further, licking the space he’d exposed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    The fabric barely covered her nipples, the rasp so erotic she almost begged him to free her completely. To sooth her need with his hot mouth. She arched an offering. So close. Almost there.
    “ Tell me what you thought about.” He sat back on his heels and ghosted his knuckles down her sternum.
    Damn it, he wasn’t making this easy. Good, but not easy. She touched the hollow of his throat and dragged until her fingers met the first button on his shirt. “Your body.” She flipped the button free and slipped her hand inside. Warm, tight skin stretched over strong, lean muscles. “How it would look. How it would feel.”
    His eyes darkened and he gripped the sides of her dress. “Think we had the same fantasy.” He pulled the fabric down to her waist, his gaze trailing with it.
    The breeze through the open door teased her tight breasts, and her nipples beaded to the point they ached.
    “ Beautiful.” He tugged her dress lower. Past her hips,