Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady Read Free Book Online Page A

sudden feverish urgency.
    Not knowing what else to do, Janey kissed him back. Not knowing quite the best way to do it, she puckered her mouth. He held her head with his hands and, stroking her scalp, brushed her lips with his, over and over.
    "Nyall?" She broke away. "Are we going to—"
    Cutting her off without a word, he sucked on her lower lip. Abruptly, between her legs the ache that hadn't really gone away since meeting him burgeoned. Before she was aware of doing it, Janey heard the sound of her own whimper.
    His mouth left hers and wandered to her jaw. "Oh, Janey," he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. "I was going to wait, but that's not happening."
    Janey suddenly noticed how hard his body felt pressed against her, his chest, abdomen, and hips like steel. Including the hard bar poking into her belly.
    There was no mistaking what it wa s—his co ck . It was aroused. At the evidence that he wanted her, what had been heat and excitement now became so much more that Janey almost did what all the old-fashioned movies and novels told about.
    Don't do it. Don't swoon.
    But she didn't really have any choice about things. She took in deep, sucking breaths to get enough oxygen to all the parts that needed it to stay upright. Just like a classic fainting maiden.
    "Easy," he said. "Take it easy."
    Janey didn't know if he thought he was relaxing her when he started pressing little kisses at the base of her throat. All it did was make her nipples feel too tight and her thighs feel hot and an ache start deep inside.
    "I like your skin," he said softly. "I've been thinking about touching it for weeks. All of it, not just your pussy. But that, too."
    Janey shuddered. Between his embrace, his caresses, and his words, she was in over her head. A tormenting sensation pinched her between her legs. It made her feel both great and terrible at the same time, making her squirm with discomfort.
    "Nyall, please," she said miserably. "What do I do?"
    "What you're doing is fine." His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her up off the floor, grinding her against his erection.
    Her arms and legs wrapped around him instinctively.
    A moment later she felt a cool draft through her black tights. A part of her brain that was somehow still functioning told Janey her skirt had been hiked up. Without her feet safely planted on the ground, there was an odd feeling of weightlessness and vulnerability. His palm skimmed into the waistband of her tights and found her naked bottom.
    "I don't feel fine," she said. "I want you and it hurts."
    "Janey," he breathed. "Did you pleasure yourself like you said you were going to?"
    "Once. But I didn't much care for it. It was super disappointing. I guess I should have tried again because I haven't been sleeping too well."
    "So basically," he said shakily, "you've been in heat this whole time."
    "Is that bad?"
    "Only because I could have helped you if I'd known."
    Janey felt herself pressed harder against the door. His mouth moved urgently on the skin of her shoulder, nuzzling aside the stretchy camisole and cardigan.
    "If I'd known, I'd have come over and played with you," he told her. "Every night."
    "Y-you'd have done that?"
    "Sure. You have no idea how sweet you are."
    "Please," she said abruptly. "Please."
    "I wonder how wet you are tonight." One finger explored her valley from behind. "Ah, Janey. You should have called me. You're like a bomb about to go off." Between her legs there was a sudden stabbing pressure. The pain made her flinch.
    "Easy," he said. "I'm trying to get a finger inside you, but you're tight."
    Janey had a moment of panic. Then his fingers left her entrance and moved lower, found her clit, squeezed delicately, and there was a burst of delight. Janey burrowed her face into his chest, knowing she was making a fool of herself but not able to stop panting.
    "Nyall," she said. "Help."
    "Janey, you're soaking," he said, his voice like rough velvet. "Come in my hand."
    "Oh," she said again.