Nauti Intentions (19 page)

around his neck and she al but climbed his body in her attempt to get closer.

He clasped her neck, feeling its fragility beneath his palm. He could feel her pulse pounding in the side of her neck, and beneath his fingers he could

feel the tension building at the back of the slender column.

Her shy little tongue touched his, then licked, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as his lips slanted over hers.

She was as untamed as the wind. He had felt it in her, sensed it in her, even before he saw her dancing at that damned bar. Before he felt her body

swaying, moving against his, and saw the exquisite joy she found in the dance.

Now he’d show her a different dance.

“You think it’s so easy to walk away,†he murmured against her lips. “Get up in the morning and walk away from this. I dare you.â€

He deepened the kiss, leaning her into the wal as he lifted her, forcing her legs around his waist and pressing his cock between her thighs as he

braced her against the wal .

One hand held her neck, the other her ass. His fingertips caressed and stroked as his tongue commanded her lips, her mouth. Deep, wicked kisses.

Kisses that seared his soul even as those desperate moans echoing in her throat became more imperative.

Her hands were at the back of his head, trying to hold him to her. Sharp little nails pierced his scalp, adding to the sensations. He could feel the

dominance, the hard-core sexuality inside him rising to the fore. But it didn’t overwhelm the kiss. Something else, a heavy vein of gentleness, a need

for tenderness, tempered yet heated him further.

God, he was burning for her. His bal s were on fire, his cock harder than it had ever been. If he didn’t get her to a bed then, he was going to end up

fucking her against the wal .

He moved, stumbled a bit, trying to kiss her and get them to her bedroom at the same time. He wasn’t about to let her go yet. To release those lush,

pouty lips that moved beneath his, suckled at his tongue and moaned with such earthy pleasure.

Damn her. She was twisting him in so many different directions he didn’t know what the hel to do with the feelings he could feel breaking free

inside him.

He’d never known this rich, desperate tenderness for any other woman. Tenderness mixed with a lust so overwhelming he wondered if he would

survive it.

Laying her back on her wide bed, Alex rose over her, holding her hips to him as he settled against her, both hands clasping her head as he moved his

lips from hers to her jaw, then her neck.

He could feel the mark she’d left on him burning against his skin. Her mark. A brand. He’d never al owed another woman to mark him. The

primal wash of lust he’d felt when she had done it, though, nearly had his cock pumping his seed into his jeans. And it created a hunger. A hunger to

mark her just as effectively. To brand her. To leave his stamp of ownership on her.

Her neck arched and tilted to the side as he felt her breathing become harder, rougher. His lips slid over her neck, moved to the juncture of her neck

and shoulder, where he knew she was most sensitive. He licked the spot, kissed it, then opened his lips over it and drew the tender skin into his mouth as

he bit down on her.

She jerked against him as though electrified. Her hips arched into his, grinding against his cock, writhing beneath him. She was like a living flame in his

arms now, and he was desperate for more.

Pul ing back, he felt his teeth clench at the sight of the mark on her pale neck. It was deeper, the smal bite darker, than he had intended. The fierce

male pride that surged through him shocked him.

He stared down at her dazed face and wondered if this was what she had felt when she had seen her brand on him. This primal, overwhelming need to

possess. For a man who had gone through life swearing to never possess anything that could be taken from him, it was a frightening feeling.

“I marked you back.†His voice was fierce, triumphant.

“You marked me long ago and just didn’t know it.â€

Alex felt his abdomen clench at the declaration. If possible, he swore his dick thickened.

“You’re dangerous, baby.†He smiled down at her, hoping to take off the edge of near-obsessive hunger rising inside him as he levered up

and forced himself to unbutton his shirt and shrug it from his shoulders rather than rip it off.

What the hel was wrong with him? He could be buried inside her now, pumping into that tight, hot little pussy and he was holding back instead.

It was that damned tenderness he couldn’t seem to push aside. He wanted her aware of him, so ready for him that when he took her, the pain

would be minimal. The thought of hurting her sent shards of tension radiating through his mind.

“I love your body.†Her sigh was fol owed by the tentative touch of her fingers against his flexing abs. “So strong and hard. I wish I could wrap

you around me.â€

Christ. Her eyes. Those light green eyes stared up at him, wistful and fil ed with something that went deeper than hunger. It made him want to wrap

around her, to become her personal shield, her blanket, her fucking life.

He was losing his mind to her.

He watched her, forcing himself to stay stil as she pul ed at his belt.

For a moment, regret flickered in her gaze as she pul ed the belt free, and he knew what was going through her mind. She thought she was going to

leave. Thought she was going to leave him. Oh, poor little Janey. She had another thing coming.

“Take your shirt off first.†He stil ed her hands when she would have released his jeans. “I want to watch you take it off.â€

She paused, blinked up at him, and her eyes darkened with a hint of self-consciousness. But she did it. She reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly

lifted it. Her softly rounded bel y was revealed, her breasts, then she was tossing it from her head.

And Alex was stil staring at her breasts. They were perfect breasts. Not large, just right. Swol en little mounds topped with pretty cotton-candy pink

nipples that were stiff, hard.

“I want to suck your nipples until you come from it,†he growled, and a flush worked over her breasts and up her neck. He couldn’t tear his

eyes away long enough to see her flushed face. Yet.

He loved her nipples. His mouth watered to taste them, to draw them in, play with the hard little tips with his tongue.

“Your nipples make me sweat,†he told her roughly. “I want to suck them so bad it burns me alive.â€

As he watched, those hard tips seemed to flush further. Rising over her, he licked at first one, then the other as he toed his boots off and kicked them

over the side of the bed.

He tore at the snap and zipper of his jeans, working them off as he sucked at each hard little point. She was going wild beneath him. Her arms hugged

his head, trying to push al of her breast into his mouth. Incredible. She was making him crazy with the taste, with each little cry that fel past her lips.

When he was naked, he tugged at her cotton pants, pul ing her panties with them. He wanted her naked, wanted her bare. He wanted to cover her, wrap

around her. God help him, he wanted to fulfil that need he heard in her voice for security, for safety. For pleasure.

Janey watched Alex’s face. Pleasure came in surprising ways, she had found. Not just the touch of his hands, or his mouth, but the look in his eyes,

the tight, hungry grimace that pul ed at his lips.

When she stroked his shoulders, his lashes would lift. His cheeks hol owed as he sucked her nipples, but each caress she gave him, each new touch,

brought him pleasure as wel . Brought her pleasure.

It was so good. The sensations traveling from the hard tips of her breasts to her womb were sizzling. His mouth covered her nipple, his tongue rasped it

until she was writhing beneath him, crying out his name in a need so vicious she didn’t think she could bear it.

She felt as though she were burning up. That the heat in the apartment was too high. That some internal thermostat had stopped working.

“Fuck, your nipples are good, baby,†he drawled, his voice rough, sexy, as his dark gray eyes stared up at her. “Hard and sweet.â€

As he spoke, one hand smoothed down her side to her hip.

“Almost as sweet as your pussy was in that truck tonight.â€

A shocking surge of pleasure clenched her womb, and he grinned with wicked, naughty intent.

“Are you wet, Janey?â€

Was she wet?

“What do you think?†she cried out. “Alex, you’re kil ing me.â€

She lost her breath as one finger, just one, slid through her cleft, gathering her juices and running around her clit.

“Ah yeah, sweet honey,†he whispered. “You’re so wet, Janey.†His finger ran down the cleft and circled the entrance to her vagina as

his lashes dipped over his eyes. “So tight.â€

His finger pressed inside. Janey gripped his biceps, felt them tensing beneath her and felt more of her juices meeting his penetration. Oh, it was so

good. So much better than her own fingers. His cal oused fingertip rasped just inside the opening, stroking her internal muscles as she clenched around it.

Janey turned her head, lips parted, pressing to that heavy muscle in his upper arm as he stroked her, stretched her. She was only barely aware of biting

into the tough skin, drawing it into her mouth.

Oh, she was so going to mark him again. Because it was mark him or scream.

She screamed anyway seconds later as he added a finger, stretched her, pressing inside her and stroking her to insanity.

“You’re fucking tight, Janey. Do you know what this is going to feel like around my dick?†His voice was harsh, agonized. “You’re

going to make me crazy once I get inside you, baby. Once this sweet pussy is gripping me, rippling around my cock like you’re rippling around my

fingers.â€

Her hips arched as she tried to drive the penetration deeper. She needed deeper, needed more of this exquisite, burning sensation. She could feel the

smal , tight thrusts through her entire body. Each lash of pleasure whipped through her veins, burned her deeper, hotter.

“Ah, sweet baby.†His head lowered, his lips roved over her breasts. He kissed, licked. He sucked at the mounds. Hard enough that she could

feel it in her womb. Gentle enough that there was no fear, no pain. There was just Alex touching her. Touching her as he never had, as she had never

believed he would.

“Janey.†His voice thickened, became rougher. “Baby. If I don’t fuck you, I’m going to come on your bed.†He licked at her nipples

again and his fingers pressed in farther, rotating and sending a flash of burning pleasure tearing through her.

Then another. Another. His fingers were sliding deeper, taking her, working inside her with slow, control ed twists of his wrist. Janey moved her thighs

farther apart, her feet braced on the bed as she tried to thrust into each penetration. Tried to take more than he was al owing her.

“Do something.†Her head thrashed on the bed.

“Do something.†Her head thrashed on the bed.

She was burning, burning inside and out. And he was as wel . Her eyes opened to see the sweat as it ran in one smal rivulet down the side of his face.

His eyes were so dark, thunderous. His expression heavy with lust.

“Demanding,†he groaned. “Keep giving me orders like that, Janey, and I’m going to come before I get inside you.â€

“Fuck me, Alex.†She stared back at him, lips parted, her breathing harsh. Heavy. “If you’re scared, baby, then lie back. I’l ride

you.â€

Oh God, she hadn’t actual y said that, had she? Teased him when she was dying for him.

He froze, his face tightening, cheekbones standing out in stark release as primal, primitive lust fil ed his expression. His cheeks darkened, his lips

looked heavier.

“Hel yeah.†He suddenly grinned, and in that grin was teasing, wicked hunger.

She tried to hold him to her as he pul ed away. Her hands slapped the bed as he eased from it.

“What?†she demanded roughly. “Where the hel are you going?†She came to her knees, struggling to find the breath to speak, to figure out

why he had pul ed away from her.

“Latex, sweetheart. I bet my left nut you’re not on protection, are you?â€

Janey stil ed, her heart suddenly beating rough and hard as he reached down for his pants and pul ed a foil pack free.

She lifted her hand, then dropped it, watching him, heart racing; the need to do it for him was kil ing her. She wanted to sheathe him. She wanted to

touch him.

“You can, you know,†he said, his tone stil teasing, but growing rougher.

Her gaze jerked to his as he held the smal square pack out to her. “Get me ready for you, darlin’. Show me how much you want me.â€

She felt her hands shake, excitement and fear pulsing through her. She had never done anything like this, had no idea what to do, how to touch him.

She reached out and took the smal square of foil, then opened it careful y, until the latex disc was held gently between her fingers.

“Just rol it over my cock, baby.â€

She moved closer, holding her lower lip between her teeth as she watched his fingers curl around the heavy shaft.

And stroke.

It was so sexy. She could barely breathe. Excitement was racing through her now, her juices weeping from her pussy. She wanted him inside her. She

wanted al of him.

She pressed the rol ed condom against the head of his cock and unrol ed it down his shaft careful y, watching as his fingers lowered, gripped his bal s,

and a groan fil ed the room.

His other hand tucked around her neck and lifted her face for his kiss. His lips were hard, hungry. They devoured as she held on to him, her tongue