What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Page B

her ankles, then tossed it to the floor. With his palms at her hips, he pressed a reverent kiss above her navel, eyes feasting on every inch of her. Slowly, he met her stare and traced the lace waistband of her panties. “Perfect curves and creamy skin.” He dragged his thumb down the center of her mound and stroked her clit through the silk. “I’ll bet you taste even better.”
    Oh, dear Lord, imagining those lips on her sex. She moaned and flexed into the perfect pressure his fingers created. Slick friction. Too much and not enough.
    “ Fuck, yes, I love that sound.” He whipped her panties down her legs and crawled between her thighs. Planting one hand beside her head, he held himself above her, eyes locked to hers, and slipped his fingers through her slit. “So wet.” He slicked the moisture up and around her clit, then teased her entrance. “First time, just like this. Where I can watch you come.”
    “ First time?” As in more than one? Was he crazy?
    “ First time.” He grinned, more feral and determined than playful. “As in several.” He thrust a finger deep.
    She whimpered and lifted to meet his strokes, grinding against the heel of his hand. Maybe not so crazy after all. The man had a way with his fingers, slicking inside her with confident, demanding strokes.
    “ Want more of those sexy noises.” He added a second finger, pumping slow and steady. “Want to feel your pussy squeeze me and hear you shout while you do it.”
    Her muscles quivered, a powerful release so close and bright it threatened to burn.
    “ Look at me, Janie.” His cock pressed against her hip, the rough abrasion of his khakis sinful on her bare skin. “Look at me and let me watch it take you.”
    She pried her eyes open.
    His blazing blue gaze shone down on her. Hungry. Powerful. “That’s it.” He angled his wrist, nudging the sweet spot inside, and thumbed her clit. “Right. Fucking. There.”
    “ Yes.” Ragged and broken, she cried out as her sex clutched him. Over and over, one delicious pulse after another. Perfect. Wicked and all consuming. She rode each thrust, her hips lifting and falling to drag the sensation out as long as it could go.
    She clasped his shoulders, lust and the after effects of her shouts straining her voice. “Zade.”
    “ Right here.” He kissed her temple, then skated his lips along her cheekbone. His movements eased in intensity, but kept a slow, easy pace. “Unbutton my shirt, babe. Don’t want to let you go yet.”
    Oh, God. He was still dressed. “You didn’t—”
    “ Got exactly what I wanted.” He deepened his strokes. “Gonna get more as soon as you get this shirt off of me.”
    Shirt off. Right.
    The pressure of his thumb on her clit increased and he licked and sucked the line of her neck.
    “ Ohhh.” She tugged and fumbled with the buttons. “Can’t focus when you do that.”
    “ Rip the damned things.” His tongue circled her nipple, breath hot against the hard peak. “Don’t care how, just get it off.”
    The last button slipped free and she shoved it past his shoulders.
    He growled and sat back, gaze locked on his busy fingers buried deep. “Touch yourself.”
    Her hips flinched and broke rhythm for all of a millisecond. “What?”
    His eyes snapped to hers. “Just got you going. Not about to let you ease down yet.” His mouth tilted in a naughty grin. “Come on, Janie. You yelled like a wild woman. We both know what you’ve got bottled up in there. Let go and own it.”
    Let go. Own it. Why the hell not?
    She unfisted the sheet and caressed her belly.
    “ Oh, yeah.” He shrugged one arm from his shirt, the rest dangling from his still occupied hand between her legs. With every move of his wrist, his muscles flexed, tanned flesh rippling in the moonlight.
    He kept at it, seemingly mesmerized by her hesitant fingers, until they dipped close to his.
    He pulled free.
    Janie groaned at the loss and surged to replace it.
    He popped his fingers in his mouth