to hide
within herself.
The pulse was throbbing at the side of her neck, almost as hard as the pulse in his dick, and the urge to taste her sweet flesh was nearly overwhelming.
He wanted to lick her from head to toes. He wanted to taste her, grow drunk and wild on her.
“You kissed me.†Her voice was weaker now. “I remember it.â€
“Do you cal that a kiss, Janey?†He lowered his head. He didn’t touch her any other way. Not with his hands, or his body, just his cheek
against her hair. “That wasn’t a kiss, baby. That was a tease. You owe me a real kiss.â€
She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned. Her expression wasn’t cool now; her profile was flushed, and yes, her eyes were darker.
“Why now?â€
“Because the thought of it has me crazy wild, sweetheart. I want to taste you, while you’re conscious, while you know whose lips are on yours
and whose tongue is in your mouth. I want that kiss, Janey.†He let his hands settle at her thighs, then smooth to her hips. “And by God, I want it
now.â€
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Fuck Natches. Fuck dying. Alex had lived dangerously al his adult life; he didn’t see a reason to stop now.
Alex knew if Natches caught him fooling around with his baby sister, then death would be the least of Alex’s worries. But like an addict, like a man
addicted to the scent, the taste of one woman, Alex found himself enthral ed. He found himself unable to walk away.
Fourteen years separated their ages, but nothing separated the desire he could feel burning between them except the clothes they were wearing.
She was as wary as a doe, standing before him, poised to run, quivering, uncertain about the next touch to come. She ached as much as he did.
Something about that knowledge almost humbled him. That the same hunger that fil ed him could fil her as wel . Just as strong. Just as deep, despite the
distance in their ages.
If she hadn’t told him she was a virgin, he would have suspected it now. She didn’t know if she should stay or run, if she should al ow him to
touch or if she should fight it. Fear and need battled within her, and Alex had to force himself to rein in his lusts, the hard-core center of his hunger, to give
her a chance to come to terms with what he sensed was unfamiliar ground to her.
“Natches wil kil me for this.†He let his lips touch her ear, and she jerked, inhaling a harsh breath as she swal owed with a tight reflex of her throat.
“He warned me, Janey. Six years ago. Not to touch you.â€
Natches had threatened to cut Alex’s dick off if he ever touched Janey.
“I can tel you’re real y scared of my brother,†she said, her voice breathless, her expression intent as she stared straight in front of her, obviously battling whatever emotions, or needs, were rising inside her.
“I stayed away,†he breathed against her ear. “Six years, almost seven, Janey. I stayed away.â€
He moved in closer to her, his hands tightening on her hips as he pressed his hips against her, letting her feel the hardened state of his cock beneath
his slacks.
She gave her head a little shake and shuddered.
“Why are you doing this?†Her hands moved to his wrists.
Smal , graceful hands. Her nails dug into his flesh as she held on to him. She didn’t relax against him, but she wasn’t fighting him either. Like a
creature unused to any touch that didn’t involve pain, she was debating what would come next. If the gentleness would dissolve.
Alex wasn’t surprised by the fury that rose inside him, but he was surprised by the fact that the hunger rising inside him was overriding it. Christ, he
needed to touch her. If he didn’t, then the pressure building inside his bal s was going to destroy him.
And if he did, the need was only going to get worse.
He could feel it. It was one of the reasons