See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,39

positioning himself between her legs, he bent forward and teased her thigh with his hot, moist tongue.

Something inside her surged and she grew restless with need. Yet at the same time, she wanted him to stop. “No,” she said again when his tongue came close to her center.

Ignoring her, his tongue snaked out and teased her again. “Spread your legs wider,” he said, giving her thighs a nudge.

“No, Gabe, please don’t do that!” she gasped.

“Why not?” he asked as he continued to graze her with his tongue and mouth.

“Because I’ve never . . . because no one’s ever . . .” But before she could get the words out, he was there, tasting her, licking her, kissing her where no man had ever kissed her before.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, his lips vibrating against her.

Her hips bucked off the table and she grabbed at his hair, moaning with tormented pleasure. With a volition of their own, her legs opened wide. She’d never experienced anything so sinful, yet so wonderful, in all her life. And suddenly she didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever. “Yes!” Her head moved from side to side as the pressure built inside her. “Omigod, Gabe. I think I’m going to . . . come,” she said shyly, feeling her face heat up.

“That was the plan,” he mumbled against her, then took her over the edge.

She called out his name, closing her eyes and giving in to it. When she finally settled down, the last shudder wrenched from her body, she opened them and found Gabe staring at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at her with lust in his eyes.

“I--” she started, then hiccupped. “Yes,” she managed between the spasms. “This is so--hiccup--embarrassing.”

Gabe grinned at her.

“Did I do--hiccup--okay?” she asked.

“You were fantastic.”

Janie smiled, feeling smug and sexy and beautiful all at the same time. “I guess I’m not--hiccup--defective,” she said with a dreamy sigh.

“No. You’re not.”

Lying naked in the middle of her kitchen table, and not feeling the least bit shy now, she closed her eyes again, held her breath, and willed her hiccups away. “Thank you,” she said once she could talk normally. Then, realizing that Gabe hadn’t . . . Her eyes popped open. “What about you?”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet.”

“You’re not?”

“Far from it,” he said.

Janie felt her insides quiver. “Do you want some help with your clothes?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, holding his hands out to his sides in invitation.

Sitting up, she started with his shirt, her fingers trembling so badly she could barely get the buttons through the buttonholes. When she’d finally reached the last one, she slid the soft blue cotton over his muscular shoulders. His chest was hard and masculine, and covered with a whorl of dark hair. She kissed one flat brown nipple, then nibbled lightly.

“Janie,” he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair and kissing the top of her head. “I love how you smell. Sweet, like cotton candy.” He took her hands and wrapped them around his waist, encouraging them to explore.

Trailing tickling fingers up and down the length of his back, her breasts tingled against his hair roughened chest and her senses oscillated from the scent of his freshly showered body.

Gabe toyed with her nipples, pinching lightly, tugging at them, until they were hard peaks.

Looking up at him briefly, Janie kissed his bruised cheek and then lowered her mouth to meet his. She could taste herself, a sweet musky taste, as she succumbed to the domination of his lips, her thoughts spinning, her emotions skidding out of control.

When the kiss ended, she planted tiny, open-mouth kisses on his chest and abdomen and worked her way toward the waistband of his jeans, a spurt of hungry desire urging her on.

Gabe sucked in a noisy breath when she clumsily reached for his belt buckle. After struggling with it for a moment, she finally managed to open it and slide the belt from the belt loops. It fell to the floor with a loud clunk. Then, she popped the button on his jeans open and slowly tugged the zipper downward.

Glancing up at him, she waited for him to direct her.

“Take it out, Janie,” he whispered, folding her hand over his erection.

She fondled him for a moment, then reached inside his briefs and freed him. He was velvety smooth, yet long and hard. Moistening her lips, she leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on