Nauti Intentions (5 page)

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 fil ed

her body with sensations she hadn’t expected.

There was no fear al owed 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.

And now that danger was gone. She could have; she could have this man. Her hands tightened on him, her need for his kiss growing more desperate.

She could have so many things she couldn’t have had six months ago.

“God! Janey.†Alex lifted his head, only to lower it again.

His lips moved over her jaw, beneath it. Her arms tightened around his neck and she tried to get closer, tried to steal the kiss back.

Then he was bending closer, his hands gripping her rear and lifting her, pul ing her against him.

“Put your legs around my waist,†he growled. “Hold on to me, baby. Hold on tight, and I’l give you what you need.â€

She obeyed instinctively, then cried out when her skirt bunched at her hips, and she felt hard, muscled abs between her thighs.

But his lips were on hers again. His hands kneaded her butt, his lips ground against hers, tongue curling over hers. Driving explosions of light erupted

behind her closed eyelids. She could feel him in every cel of her skin and she wanted to feel him deeper.

Between her thighs, she could feel herself growing wet, swol en. Throbbing sensation pounded at her clit, inside her vagina. She was a mass of sudden

internal explosions of need, and nothing 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 smirked. That little tug at his kiss-swol en lips clenched her stomach.

“You want more right now,†he told her, his gaze flickering over her. “Don’t bother lying about it either. Your nipples are stil pointed hard

beneath your shirt and your face is stil flushed. I’m not some kid you can lie to, Janey. I know your pussy is hot and probably so damned wet I could

drown in it.†His voice turned to a growl; his lashes lowered. “I want to drown in it. I want to run my tongue through al those hot juices and eat you until

you’re screaming for more.â€

Oh God. Her knees were weak. Her legs were going to col apse right beneath her and leave her a puddle on the floor moaning just for that.

“Then maybe I need someone younger,†she bit out. “Maybe I don’t like where al that knowledge of yours came from.â€

He grinned. It wasn’t an amused grin either. It was knowing.

“You’ve been touched by a man now, Janey. A kid isn’t going to stil that fire inside you. You’d grown past that at seventeen and we

both know it. That day at the lake, the boys rumbling around there, twittering and playing their damned games for your attention didn’t faze you.

Nothing did. Until you caught me staring at you.â€

She hated the fact that he was right. That somehow, something inside her had matured past the “boys†her own age a long damned time ago.

And any chance she would have had to experiment with men was snatched from her grasp with a single phone cal from Dayle. A warning. She had been

under his control and he didn’t let her forget it.

“Why are you doing this?†She shook her head, confused now, uncertain.

Alex was more than just a man. He was more than just physical y powerful. There was a confidence, a dark edge inside him that made her wary.

She had a feeling Alex would push boundaries she’d never imagined. He’d demand more than she had to give, and sometimes she feared

She had a feeling Alex would push boundaries she’d never imagined. He’d demand more than she had to give, and sometimes she feared

she had very little to give anyone.

Janey had learned early just how easily everything she cared about could be sucked right out of her life. She didn’t think she could bear to lose

anything more.

“I don’t have time for you.†She shook her head. “I don’t have the strength for you, Alex.â€

“Then you better find it, Janey.†He moved, a ripple of strength, and as she watched he was crossing the room and moving to the back door.

“Because I have a taste for you now. But even more, you have one for me. It won’t be that easy to forget.†He paused at the door. “And

don’t make the mistake of thinking just any man is going to fil that taste. I wouldn’t be happy.â€

“Threatening violence, Alex?†Her heart thudded with sudden wariness.

He shook his head, that grin sending a surge of anger through her.

“I’d never hurt you, Janey,†he promised, his voice raspy, graveled. “But if you want a chance to navigate your own way through this, then

don’t pul another man into the battle. Or I’l keep you in my bed for a week and show you just why that won’t do.†His expression shifted,

became harder, more sexual, darker. “Oh, baby, I’l show you exactly why no other man wil do.â€

Her lips parted to blast him. Yel at him. Curse him. And she would have. She’d never done that in her life, but she would have, if he hadn’t

slipped out the door and closed it behind him, leaving her staring at it in dumbfounded fury.

Arrogant. Conceited. Overconfident. Prick.

“Asshole,†she spat into the empty room before clamping her lips closed.

God. She never cal ed anyone names. She never confronted anyone. She never got too close to the fire. And what the hel was she doing now?

She lifted her hand, touched her sensitive lips, and closed her eyes against the pleasure. Then she couldn’t help herself. Her fingers trailed down

her neck, over the curve of her breast, to the hard points of her nipple.

She gasped. A surge of feeling rushed from the hardened point straight to her clit and exploded in a detonation of need before she jerked her hand

back.

Once, a long time ago, Janey had known how to touch herself at least. She was a woman. And she’d ached for touch, anyone’s touch, and had

been too frightened to defy Dayle by accepting a lover.

So she had touched herself. Something she hadn’t done since Dayle had al owed Nadine to touch her.

She bit her lip and paced to the kitchen. She fought the memories, but they were there. The way Nadine pul ed her T-shirt over her breasts, loosened

her jeans. And Janey hadn’t been able to fight her.

She leaned against the table, pressing her hand over her mouth to hold back the instinctive need to be sick. She could barely tolerate touch since that,

even her own. Until tonight. And tonight, nothing had fil ed her head but Alex’s touch.

There had never been anything more frightening in her life than being unable to move, unable to fight, forced to let that evil bitch touch her.

And Dayle had just watched.

A sob tore from her throat. He had just watched, amused, indulging his depraved sister with affectionate humor.

“I hate you!†She yel ed the words, her hand jerking a kitchen chair from the table and slinging it with jerky strength across the floor.

It crashed into the wal as she pressed her fists into her stomach and fought the tears that would have fal en from her eyes.

She wasn’t crying. She hadn’t cried since the day it happened, and she wouldn’t cry now. She would be okay. By morning, she’d have

her control back in place, she’d bury the hurt and the pain and force that mask on her face, and she’d do al the things Dayle had refused to al ow

her to do as she grew up.

Tomorrow, the restaurant was closed. She had a girls’ night out with one of the few people she had ever connected with as a friend. Drinks and

snacks at the local bar. She’d never been to a bar. Music and wild men acting like fools, she was told.

The thought was terrifying, but she would do it. Because she wasn’t dead. Because there was so much she had never done, and she needed to

learn how to live.

She didn’t need to learn how to want Alex Jansen, though. That was a recipe for disaster.

As she stood there, she heard a plaintive meow from outside, a demanding sound and the pad of soft little paws against the door as the monster stray

tapped impatiently.

“Decide to come visit me again?†Janey cal ed out in a shaky voice as she moved to the door and opened it to al ow into the house the mangy,

overgrown cat that had somehow managed to target her.

She shook her head as he moved to the food bowl in the corner of the room. As he ate, she showered, changed into loose pajamas, and returned to

the living room, where the large orange male cat was curled up on her couch.

She knew the routine. She sat down on the other side, turned on the television, and waited.

Stil wary, the cat crept across the couch, watching her from slitted, narrowed eyes. Warning her not to dare to touch him. She watched the news, one

arm propped on the arm of the couch, watching the animal from the corner of her eye.

He was beautiful. Scarred, ragged. The tip of one ear was missing; his nose had a thin scar through it. But his fur wasn’t matted anymore. He had

cleaned himself up nice, and she had managed to secure a flea col ar around his neck a week ago.

He growled as he neared her, and she ignored him, because she knew he was al bluff. If she moved her arm or shifted to him, he’d take a swipe at

her, but otherwise, it was al for show.

Final y, he moved against her. Watched her. Then took a heavy paw and patted at her hand. She lifted her arm and a second later he was curled in her

lap, al owing her fingers to shift through his fur as he purred against her and settled down for a nap.