What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Yeah, like that won’t make her hightail it back to her room.
    She sighed and curled her toes. “You know, it’s not too much different from my house in Allen.”
    His heart jolted and he snapped from languidness to high alert. “Allen?”
    “ Mmm hmm.” She dipped her chin and met his gaze. “Texas. Just outside of Dallas.” She lolled back on the pillows, gaze aimed at the stars and a dreamy expression on her face. “Our place—” Her mouth tensed. “My place is on the outskirts of town. Not a lot of development so you don’t get as much of the city lights.”
    A whopping thirty-five minutes tops from his place in Uptown. Son of a bitch. He could see her more than just this week, assuming they could get past her age hangup and she was interested.
    She rolled to her side and propped her head up with one hand. Her hair was wild and free around her, all waves and layers. The kind of image that begged a man to dive in and take over. “It’s funny. We’ve lived there for nearly five years and I’ve spent more time outside in the last nine months than I spent the whole time before that. I can sit on the back porch for hours. Just a glass of wine, my Adirondack chair, and lots and lots of thoughts.”
    A smart and thoughtful woman with an eye for details, and who was sexy as hell. The universe couldn’t have spun a better scenario.
    And she only lived thirty-five minutes away.
    She smoothed the comforter. “What are you thinking?”
    God, he wanted her to touch him like that. To feel her hair trail against his skin while she worked her lips up and down his body. His voice caught a little on the tension in his throat. “I’m thinking I wish my camera was in my hand instead of in my closet. I’m thinking there’s no way in hell I can take it out of the closet without scaring you off. And so, I’m thinking it’s best I commit every damned detail of you stretched out on my bed to memory while I’ve got the chance.”
    He lifted his hips a fraction and adjusted his cock. It was either that or cut off circulation to the one part of his body demanding the bulk of his blood flow. “Mostly though, I’m thinking I’d give anything for you to invite me to crawl across the bed and make damned sure the only thing you can do is feel.”
     

     
    Janie froze, every muscle locked solid and her breath stifled. The only thing actively working was her heart, which after its initial stumble, had taken off at a gallop.
    So tempting. So terribly tempting.
    The shadows around him accented the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, and his voice dropped to a grumble. “Talk to me, Janie.”
    And tell him what? That she wanted what he wanted as bad as he did, but she was terrified to give the green light? That she wasn’t sure she could take the disappointment in his eyes if things got serious and he saw what a quality sundress could hide? “What do you want to know?”
    “ Tell me what you want.”
    Touch. Passion. Contact. Skin. It all rushed in at once and seized her thoughts.
    “ One word. One thing at a time.” His posture was loose, those powerful hands of his relaxed against the wide gold armrests, but the air around him seemed super-charged. So much so, she could almost scent a summer thunderstorm.
    She swallowed and tried to catch her breath. Her answer leapt to her tongue, ready for launch, then stalled. Damn it to hell, she was a living, breathing human, not some freakish deviant. Why couldn’t she say what she wanted? Just own it. It was one night. One chance she may never get again. “A kiss.”
    His fingers dug into the plush upholstery.
    The surf crashed against the shore and amplified the tense moment, the sound as bold and passionate as the man watching her.
    He stood and padded to her side of the bed.
    With every step, her heartbeat surged a notch, and a deep, needy pulse built in her core.
    He unhooked his watch. One of those chunky ones her son had begged her for two Christmases ago. Somehow the