mattered but this wild crescendo of pleasure now pounding through her.
The sensations were frightening, exhilarating. They burned over her flesh, seared her insides. She felt herself growing dazed, sensual y weak and
unable to sate the need for more and more sensation.
“Alex.†She moaned his name when his head jerked back, the strong column of his neck flexing with strength as she heard him inhale, hissing a
breath from between his teeth as he gripped her rear and lowered her. Lowered her just enough to al ow the thick wedge of his erection to press between
her thighs.
He was huge.
Janey stiffened, her eyes widening, staring into his narrowed gaze as he moved her against him, stroking the soft silk of her panties against the distended knot of her clitoris.
Technical y, she knew exactly what he was doing. Technical y, she knew exactly where this was heading, where over the years, she had rarely gone past
the fantasy of just this kiss.
“You know what I want.†His voice was hard, his gaze fierce.
No, she didn’t know what he wanted. Technical y, yeah, she knew. Physical y, emotional y, she was suddenly terrified of the need whipping through
her. Burning her. Because it didn’t make sense. Because it went too deep, was too blinding. Because it made her feel weak, dazed. Unable to fight
against the swirling flames building inside her.
“Let me go!†She was pushing at his shoulders when she didn’t mean to.
Suddenly, a sense of panic overwhelmed her. Not fear of Alex, but fear of herself. Fear of the sensations, the emotions she couldn’t quite grasp.
“Let me go, Alex!†She struggled out of his grip, stumbling as he set her back on her feet, his expression dark, forbidding, as she pushed away
from him, almost fal ing before she steadied herself by the couch and jerked her skirt back down over her thighs.
“Leave. Please.†She kept her back to him.
She was shaking. Quivering from the inside out and she couldn’t make sense of it. She was hot and cold at the same time, spiked with energy and
yet lethargic.
“It’s natural, Janey.†He spoke as though he knew.
Janey swung around, glaring at him. “You don’t know what I feel, Alex. Don’t pretend you do.â€
His eyes were steely gray but calm as somber determination lined his face and his expression grew heavy.
“You’re twenty-three years old,†he said. “You lived in a vacuum of no touch, no affection for too many years. And then you had to suffer
through the hel Nadine and Dayle put you through. A man’s touch wil be scary at first. Frightening. But it wil ease.â€
Janey shook her head at his confidence, his sheer arrogance.
“And of course you’re the man to get me past that fear,†she said harshly. “Why didn’t I come up with that on my own?â€
His lips quirked at her mockery. “Maybe your senses are a little off balance right now,†he suggested. “I’m sure, in time, you would have
considered it.â€
She glared at him. “Why don’t you just go home, or go find your little blond piece of fluff and leave me alone?â€
“That’s no longer an option.†His voice hardened. “The blond fluff, that is. I’ve developed a taste for you, Janey. And I want more.â€
Janey felt as though her head were spinning. He couldn’t be serious. She stared up at him. He was over six feet, broad, so muscular he made her
mouth water. Powerful. And large in every way.
This wasn’t a nice, steady, unassuming man. This was Alex. Bold. Larger than life. A warrior who knew who and what he was and how to use that
perfect body of his. In a variety of ways.
“What if I don’t want more?â€
Oh yeah, she saw that one happening. She was going to be fantasizing about that damned kiss for the rest of her natural life.
He almost