See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,38

that.”

“You want me to be honest, don’t you?”

Their gazes locked.

Janie took a deep breath and released it. “Yes.”

“Well, it seems like a waste of time to put clothes on when I’m just going to take them off you in a few minutes anyway.”

Her insides fluttered, and then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Slow, shivery kisses. Kisses with a dreamy intimacy to them. They were unlike any others he’d given her.

He showered kisses around her lips, on her cheekbones, and her neck. As his mouth descended to her shoulders, she felt her knees weaken. Slowly, he undid the belt to her robe and let the terrycloth fall from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. Then his mouth found her breast through the thin cotton of her tank top.

Afraid she might fall, she dug her nails into his shoulders and hung on. “Tell me what to do,” she said in a strained voice.

“Nothing. Just enjoy.” He suckled her nipple through the fabric of her tank, pulling, tugging, until she thought she’d go crazy. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he moved to her other breast and treated it to the same amount of pleasant torture.

“Oh, Gabe,” she moaned.

Then his mouth left her breast to graze her earlobe. “I’m sorry. I told myself I was going to take things slowly with you tonight, but I can’t. Do you know how badly I want you right now?”

Swallowing, she lifted her face to see into his eyes. “No. Tell me,” she said softly.

“How about if I show you instead?” he asked, taking her hand and placing it over his erection.

Gently, she moved her hand over the length of him. Exploring him. She squeezed lightly, then added more pressure. His tormented groan was a heady invitation for her to continue. Feeling a little bolder now, she cupped him, feeling the weight of him in her palm.

Gabe threw back his head, sucking in a huge noisy breath. “Sweetheart,” he warned, taking her hand and kissing her palm, “too much more of that and first round will all be over before I even get you upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” she asked. “Isn’t that sort of conventional? I figured you were the kitchen table type.”

“Works for me,” he said, lifting her into his arms and moving toward the table. “I love a woman with a little imagination.” He set her on the cool, smooth table top, pushing her legs open and stepping in between them. His denim covered erection pressed against her thighs as his mouth came down hard on hers. He forced her lips open with his thrusting tongue. There was nothing slow about his kisses now.

His hands were all over her, touching and kneading. Her arms, waist, breasts and thighs. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She gave herself freely to the passion of his kisses and touches, while a wild swirl torpedoed deep in her belly.

Janie kept waiting for the bottom to drop, for all the sensations to dry up and simply disappear, but they didn’t. Instead, they continued to escalate.

Tearing his mouth away from hers, he said, “I want to kiss every one of your freckles. And I want to taste you. All of you.”

“Yes,” she whispered as tiny uncontrollable shivers worked their way through her entire body.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Because if you’re not, now’s the time to speak up.”

She met his dark, penetrating gaze, then, lifting the hem of her tank top and pulling it over her head, she nodded. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said in a shaky voice.

His gaze lingered on her bare breasts before he lifted his chin and smiled at her. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect,” he added in a low voice.

“No, I’m not,” she started to argue.

“Shut up, Janie.” Gabe’s lips met hers once again as he lowered her into a reclining position on the cool, smooth surface. She heard him slide the vase of flowers across the table and away from her head. Her legs and feet dangled over the edge, feeling as light as air. Breaking away from her mouth, Gabe kissed his way down her neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, his tongue coming to rest on the elastic band of her panties.

Knowing what he was about to do, Janie reached for his head and tried to push him away. “No,” she murmured.

“No, what?” he asked, moving her hands away and placing them at her sides. Gently, he dragged her panties over her hips and legs. Then