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His lips quirked. She loved his lips when he did that. The wide, sensually full shape of them made her hungry to taste them. Made her desperate to feel them.
“Can I take your T-shirt off, then?” He leaned closer, his lips touching her jaw as Janey felt her lashes flutter at the warmth of the caress. “I’d do it slow and easy. Give you time to protest. I’d unwrap you like the prettiest present. ”
She felt his fingers move beneath the hem of her shirt, lift it. She shook, felt herself trembling as the material cleared her stomach, then eased over her breasts.
Memories, stark and brutal, clashed with the need rising, sharp and hot, inside her.
“You’re so pretty, Janey. ” His voice was like a sigh, breaking through the fear that would have risen inside her. “I’ve wanted to tell you for years how pretty you were, and I knew better. I knew I had no business wanting you, thinking about you. ”
Her arms lifted as he drew the shirt over her head and dropped it to the couch beside her.
She was breathing hard and fast now, her breasts rising and falling, framed by the white lace of the demi bra she wore. Her nipples were hard, sensitive, pressing into the thin cups as he stared at her, his expression tight, his lips parted as his own breathing roughened.
“It should be a sin for a woman as pretty as you to be a virgin,” he told her. “You should have been loved slow and easy. Taken all night long. Licked from the sweet curves of your lips to the tips of your
toes. ”
She was enthralled. His hands pressed against her sides, moved up until they paused just beneath the swollen curves of her breasts.
Janey watched him carefully. Her breasts were tender, sensitive. They had been ever since Nadine had bruised them. The bruising had been deep, but the mental scars had gone deeper.
“I know what she did,” he whispered, as though reading her mind.
Janey cringed at Alex’s words and tried to push him away from her.
“No, Janey,” he whispered. “No secrets between us. Not like this. I won’t hurt you. ”
“Yes, you will,” she protested, her voice hoarse. She couldn’t seem to maintain that veil of cool disinterest with Alex as she did with everyone else. “You won’t be able to help it. ”
He lifted his eyes from her breasts to her face. “Do you think I’m that rough?” he asked her.
“You could probably make me beg you for any touch you wanted to give me,” she admitted. “But I can’t handle you, Alex. Not right now. Not like this. ”
He grimaced. “No games, Janey. I promise. I’m too old for games. We agree to just this, and no one gets hurt. ”
Just this? Just sex?
She watched him, miserably aware that she wanted him with a strength that was going to destroy her.
She knew it would. She could feel it coming.
When his lips touched hers, there was no fight left in her. Except the fight to see how much deeper she could make him kiss her. Her lips parted beneath his, a moan slipping past her throat as her nails dug into the material covering his shoulders.
Tongues dueled. Licked. Tasted. One hand moved from beneath her breasts to cup her neck. His hand was so large that his palm and fingers curled from the side of her neck all the way around the back of it.
His fingers were calloused, rasping against her flesh.
He was so big, so hard. She wanted to feel him over her, around her, surrounding her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands flattening to feel the flex and power of his muscles beneath them.
God, that turned her on. The way he kissed her, the way his muscles tensed as the kiss deepened, the way he groaned into their kiss, a sound as hungry as her own. But it was darker, sexier.
“Damn, I love your lips, Janey. ” He sipped at them, nipped at them. “They fit me, baby. ”
Janey forced her eyes open in time to watch his head lower.
She stiffened as his tongue stroked over her collarbone.
“I’m dying to taste your nipples,” he rasped, his hand moving from her neck back below the breast, where it had rested before. “I want to feel them hard and hot against my tongue. I bet they’re sweet. As sweet as candy. ”
