What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Read Free Book Online

influence. He’s right. I get along great with women, but that doesn’t mean I sleep with them all. Most of what I love about women I learned from watching my mom.”
    Sexy, responsible, insightful, and held his mother in high esteem. The more she learned about him, the more he lured her in, as gripping as the ocean’s riptide.
    He eased closer and pulled her to him, his confident, yet soothing touch a welcome anchor. “But I also learned from watching my dad. The way he treated her. Valued her. When he touched her, kissed her, it was powerful. Fucking art in motion.”
    Oh, yes. Definitely in trouble and teetering on surrender.
    He cupped the back of her neck. His fingers seared her skin, radiating an amazing warmth. “Sex is the single most intimate connection we can make with another person. I don’t engage with just anyone. Won’t cheapen it with something that’s surface deep or with someone I don’t feel a connection to.”
    “ So, at the beach when you said you wanted to see me—” God, she couldn’t even say it out loud. “You know.”
    “ That I wanted to see the look on your face when you come?” He tightened his grip on her neck and his voice dropped to a delicious rumble. “I said it because the first time I looked at you my world tilted. That’s a connection, and I want more.”

Oh, that look. Lips parted just enough to let a man slip his tongue inside. Eyes wide and glossy, pupils so dilated the hazel barely showed. Zade couldn’t decide if Janie wanted to bolt, or take him to the sand and go at him right here.
    She had a wild streak, for sure. It burned behind her gaze, sharp and sassy, but was tamed behind what sounded like a lifetime of expected behavior. How much would it take to set that passion free? To rile her enough to let loose and give herself free rein?
    He stroked the length of her arms, and laced his fingers with hers. “I want to show you something.”
    She swallowed and lifted her chin. “Show me what?”
    Christ, that voice. Scratchy and broken. A dirty-thoughts and I’m-pretty-damned-close-to-losing-it-even-if-I-know-better voice. At this rate, she’d make him come like a sixteen year old with a stolen Playboy before he’d so much as kissed her.
    He moved beside her, putting the ocean at their backs. “Uncle Arlo set you up with a pretty nice room, but this one’s the best.”
    He couldn’t have framed the setting any better with his camera. Tucked at the deepest point of the cove with palm trees and tropical plants on all sides, save the beach, was his bungalow. Moonlight poured onto the mostly thatched roof, a big skylight in the center. The bungalow had weathered teak wood walls with an oversized sliding glass door across the front, and skinny native tree trunks held the patio’s overhang upright.
    Janie paced forward a few steps, scanned the private inlet, and then glanced back toward the rest of the resort. “The Stargazer Bungalow.”
    “ You’ve got a good memory.” And an eye for details. Something they had in common. He steered her up the scarred wood slat porch and tossed his loafers on the wide porch swing. “The couple Arlo and Dahlia bought the place from years ago lived here. You can’t fully appreciate Gypsy Cove until you see this particular room.”
    “ But he said it’s occupied.”
    “ He’s right.” Zade opened the sliding glass door and waved her in. “By me.”
    The foot she’d lifted to walk across the threshold went back to the deck. “This is your place?”
    “ For five more nights, it is.” He jammed his hands in his pockets and fought back a chuckle. “I realize what I’m about to say is the height of cliché, but there’s something I want to show you inside.”
    Janie busted out laughing, a full, beautiful laugh that brought a firefly kind of peace to the space around them. “You’re right.” She covered her mouth, chest rattling as she tried to stifle her outburst. “That’s pretty bad. Even for a woman who