She blinked, her gaze unfocused. A spunky smile lifted her swollen lips. “I’m on top.”
He matched her grin, allowing the predator to glow in his eyes. The woman’s innocence was intoxicating, while her naiveté challenging. “You certainly are.” Years ago he’d learned the value of patience. Keeping her gaze, he slipped her tank top off. Gorgeous breasts sprang free. Round, firm, and topped with the loveliest pink nipples he’d ever seen.
Almost reverently, he swept his knuckles across one. The small bud hardened instantly.
Janie gasped and pressed her heated sex down on his shaft.
A roaring filled his ears, and he battled back the beast. “You’re so beautiful, Belle.” Fighting every instinct he owned, he carefully lifted her with one arm and drew off her yoga pants and tiny blue panties, settling her back down on him.
She blushed, her arousal and embarrassment mixing on her sigh. So sweet and innocent, and he didn’t want her ever to be unsure of him. Of how much he cared and how much he wanted her. Apparently he needed to get her out of her head.
He ducked his head and captured a nipple, drawing hard. She leaned into him, digging her hands into his hair, her moan slithering through him to his pounding cock.
Taking his time, truly enjoying himself, he played with her breasts. Nipping, licking, and kissing, he lost himself in the silky feel of her skin, in the throaty moans from her lips.
Finally, he leaned back. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”
Her eyes had darkened to the color of deep sapphires. “I, ah, kind of like you rough.” She ducked her head against his chin.
His heart thumped and seemed to swell. That sweet honesty from the incredible woman cut right into him and took hold. Even so, he tangled his hand in her hair and forced her to meet his gaze. “I appreciate the honesty, sweetheart, but there will be no hiding between us. How rough?”
She gave a small laugh, the sound happy and free. “Heck if I know. I don’t have a wealth of experience here, Zane. But I like that you’re so strong, and you make me feel safe. Protected. But not in the usual way.”
He frowned. “Usual way?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged, her hands sliding through his hair to trace his jaw. “You know. Little human among big vampires to be wrapped in bubbles and kept from all harm.” She slid along his shaft, her breath quickening. “You make me feel whole and alive. Like a woman.”
“I definitely see you as a woman.”His woman.Though she was still inexperienced, and he had to be careful.
“Good.” She unbuckled his belt and released his zipper.
His dick sprang free, and cool air washed across his skin, tantalizing firing nerves. Janie touched him gingerly, exploring. Being breathlessly careful.
“You can’t hurt me, baby.” His voice went demon low.
“Okay.” She encircled part of him, playing with the tip, her soft touch gaining strength.
His balls drew up tight, and he fought a hard groan. If the woman wanted to explore, he damn well wanted to be the man who taught her. Everything. “I like that you’re not shy.”
“Oh, I’m shy. But I’m curious, too.” She bit her lip and leaned down to cup his balls.
Holy fucking hell.Appeasing her curiosity was going to kill him—if her sweetness didn’t completely undo him first. He lived with demons, with soldiers fighting to live and killing often. Now, with Janie’s smooth hands on him, he wondered when he’d last touched something good. Somebody kind? “What else are you?” he asked.
“Hmm?” She tucked her fingers into his waistband. “Lift up.”
He lifted, and she pulled his pants off to leave them both nude. Seeming comfortable now, she settled back down on his legs, her gaze still on his shaft.
“Are you wet, Janie?” he asked, already knowing the answer, considering she perched on his thigh.
That blush returned. “A little.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” His gaze dropped to the imprint of the heels of his hands on her ribs. Going on instinct, he encircled her waist, stretching his fingers around her back . . . in perfect alignment with his markings.
Her entire body shuddered, and her mouth opened in a silent “oh.”
Yeah, he felt it, too. A deep sense of belonging, and a dangerous urge to take.
She levered herself up. His leg dampened more as wetness spilled from her core. “I want you. Now,” she said.
