With a contented sigh, Jannie settled beside Nick. Never in her life had she been completely filled like that, and it had felt incredible. The cramps were gone, and she felt good.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“You. I have this feeling that I’ve only scratched the surface.”
He smirked. “That’s not the only thing you scratched.”
Jannie blushed as she recalled digging her nails into him. “Can’t help it. You bring it out of me.”
He smiled. “What is it that I bring out of you? Besides spectacular orgasms?”
“It’s hard to describe. Being with you is easy. At least, outside this house.”
“And inside?” His heated gaze confirmed the double entendre.
“Inside, I become this … unhinged woman. It must be your pheromones. You walk into a room, and I want to jump you and … I don’t know, attack.”
“I don’t mind,” he said.
“Be careful what you agree to,” she warned. “You don’t know how many times I stopped myself from biting you.”
“What stopped you?”
“I’ve always been afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of …”
Don’t be aggressive, Jannie.
She hesitated, trying to suppress Blake and his ugly admonitions, but they came rushing in anyway.
In her failure, something struck her with perfect clarity: Blake had always made sure she orgasmed multiple times but never granted her full access to him. Any attempt to turn the tables in bed irritated him and caused him to shut down.
Open your legs. I’m going to eat you, and then I’ll screw you nice and hard, the way you like it.
Yes, she liked it hard but hated to be told she would be screwed. She didn’t know why; she just did. He’d known it yet always said it anyway.
And then there was the fellatio thing. That was—
“Come back to me,” she heard Nick say, his voice low and soothing.
She forced a smile and turned her attention back to him to find him regarding her with concern.
“Tell me where you went just now.” He reached to smooth a warm hand over her shoulder and down her arm.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Actually, I do. I want to know you. I want to know everything about you.”
“There isn’t much to know.”
“Oh, but there is. Your thoughts. Your dreams. Your likes and dislikes.And your deepest, darkest desires.” He kissed her shoulder. “Especially those.”
She gazed up at him in wonder, her heart rate spiking at the sight of the fire in his eyes and the determination in the set of his jaw. “And what would you do with that knowledge?”
His smile was sexy and full of promise. “Use it.”
