Chapter 17
Janae pulled away from him, ending their kiss and leaving him bereft of both cognitive thought and breath.
He watched her carefully, hoping he hadn’t overstepped or pushed her too far.
One moment they were talking about fundraising ideas, and then they were sitting there and she was revealing her past hurts. Finally, their mouths were plastered to each other’s.
What he should’ve done was kept the kiss light instead of letting his hunger and need for her build until he was ready to take her right here and now.
His body trembled with pent-up yearning, but he refused to move until she told him, showed him it was okay.
Then, as his conscience battled with his desire, the corner of her mouth lifted into an almost sinister grin and what was supposed to be a sexy moan turned into a needy growl.
“Janae, I would really like to be a gentleman and tell you it’s fine if this doesn’t go any further.”
There was no doubt he would stop the moment she voiced any kind of hesitation. But he knew damn well if she walked away right now, he was going straight to the shower to relieve himself.
She’d kissed him and smiled at him in that sexy way that told him she was ready to have her way with him, and he was rock hard as a result. He couldn’t talk or meditate himself out of this hard-on if his life depended on it.
“But if you’re not up for this or feel I’m crossing a line, I’m gonna need you to tell me that right now so I can go take care of a little personal business on my own.”
Her hungry eyes slid down his face, on to his torso, and right on down to his crotch.
She smiled again, inching closer to him and grazing her palm against his clothed, throbbing cock.
“If this is what you’re referring to, I can assure you I have every intention of handling this and you right—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. She’d made her consent clear, there wasn’t anything else to say as far as he was concerned.
He buried his fingers in her braids, holding just tight enough to keep her mouth where he wanted it without hurting her or damaging her hair.
When he claimed her mouth, she melted against him, giving in completely to him and the kiss. He lifted away from her long enough to walk them into the living room and position them on the couch.
Once seated, he pulled her between his legs and looked up at her dress and thanked God. There was a zipper from her bountiful bust to the hem and he wouldn’t have to fiddle with buttons.
He unzipped her dress, letting the folds of it peel away from her skin like delicate wrapping paper covering something precious.
The black lace of a demi bra and matching hi-cut brief panties greeted him, and he took a moment to take his fill.
She was so damn beautiful. He knew how soft and luscious her body was from that one night at the summit that she’d allowed him the pleasure of holding her on the back of his truck.
But now, with her deep brown skin on display, his hunger for her shifted.
Oh, he still wanted her. He doubted there would ever come a time where he didn’t want Janae Sanders. He simply wanted to savor her instead of devour her. He wanted to know every single inch of her as intimately as he knew his own body.
She must’ve felt something similar, because she allowed the denim to slide from her shoulders as she then stood in all her glory before him.
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him, before she stepped back to his seated form on the couch.
She kneeled in front of him, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Next, her fingers played at the elastic rim of his sweatpants and teased him, forcing him to use every ounce of restraint he had to keep from slapping her hands out of the way and doing away with the rest of his clothing himself.
But he didn’t. He remained patient, and she rewarded him by stripping him naked and taking his cock gently into her warm hand, stroking him from root to tip in one glorious slide of her skin against his.
The satisfaction of having her hands on him had his head dropping back against the cushion of the sofa and spreading his knees farther apart to make room for her.
She didn’t waste time, her wet tongue circled his tip, making his body hum like a piano whose keys had been expertly tickled.
“Fuck, Janae.”
