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She was as wary as a doe, standing before him, poised to run, quivering, uncertain about the next touch to come. She ached as much as he did. Something about that knowledge almost humbled him. That the same hunger that filled him could fill her as well. Just as strong. Just as deep, despite the distance in their ages.
If she hadn’t told him she was a virgin, he would have suspected it now. She didn’t know if she should stay or run, if she should allow him to touch or if she should fight it. Fear and need battled within her, and Alex had to force himself to rein in his lusts, the hard-core center of his hunger, to give her a chance to come to terms with what he sensed was unfamiliar ground to her.
“Natches will kill me for this. ” He let his lips touch her ear, and she jerked, inhaling a harsh breath as she swallowed with a tight reflex of her throat. “He warned me, Janey. Six years ago. Not to touch you. ”
Natches had threatened to cut Alex’s dick off if he ever touched Janey.
“I can tell you’re really scared of my brother,” she said, her voice breathless, her expression intent as she stared straight in front of her, obviously battling whatever emotions, or needs, were rising inside her.
“I stayed away,” he breathed against her ear. “Six years, almost seven, Janey. I stayed away. ”
He moved in closer to her, his hands tightening on her hips as he pressed his hips against her, letting her feel the hardened state of his cock beneath his slacks.
She gave her head a little shake and shuddered.
“Why are you doing this?” Her hands moved to his wrists.
Small, graceful hands. Her nails dug into his flesh as she held on to him. She didn’t relax against him, but she wasn’t fighting him either. Like a creature unused to any touch that didn’t involve pain, she was debating what would come next. If the gentleness would dissolve.
Alex wasn’t surprised by the fury that rose inside him, but he was surprised by the fact that the hunger rising inside him was overriding it. Christ, he needed to touch her. If he didn’t, then the pressure building inside his balls was going to destroy him.
And if he did, the need was only going to get worse.
He could feel it. It was one of the reasons he’d left town immediately after her rescue. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t returned until he was forced to. Because staying away from Janey had been damned hard before. He had a feeling it was going to be impossible now.
“Janey, I’m not going to force you,” he told her, letting his lips drift over the shell of her ear.
Her breathing was harder, faster. Her lashes drifted over her eyes and he watched her face flush, slowly.
Need made her skin take on a rosy glow, made her lips look poutier, prettier. He almost groaned at the need to feel them under his.
Her hands tightened on his wrists. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want from me. ”
He turned her slowly, slowly, in case she wanted to run, in case she needed to run. Tipping her chin up, he stared down at her with a sudden gentleness he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling.
“Whatever you want to do,” he told her softly. “We can do whatever you want to do, Janey. But we start right here. ”
And his head lowered.
Janey’s breath caught in her throat. She stared up at him, eyes wide, caught, held, like a deer in headlights, as she watched his face lower. One hand threaded in her hair, pulling her head back for him.
His arm curved around her hips, lifting her to him.
She had never seen his expression like this. Tight with lust, his eyes flinty with it, brows lowered, brooding. When his lips touched hers, she felt something inside her explode. A radiant heat, a need, cascaded through her, filling her senses as her lips parted, her hands gripping his arms, trying to lift closer to him. Trying to draw herself into him. Trying to take as much of this feeling, this sensation racing through her, as she could consume.
Her lips parted as his slanted over them. His hand gripped the back of her head, one arm anchored her back, and she just wanted to crawl into him. She wanted to be closer, wanted more. She whimpered
with the need, feeling his lips grow harder, hungrier, in response.
Oh yes. This was what she needed. His lips opening over hers and his tongue pressing against hers.
Deep, hard kisses that burned her lips and filled her body with sensations she hadn’t expected.
There was no fear allowed here. This was her kiss, her first kiss, her first real kiss that swamped her with such blazing pleasure that she couldn’t fight it. She didn’t want to fight it.
She could feel years of need exploding inside her. Years of fantasies and dreams about this one man. The one man she had always known she could never have. It wasn’t their ages; it had been the danger Dayle represented to anyone she would care for.
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