See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,41

your wicked way with me.”

Gabe had plunged into her and exploded almost instantly. Janie had followed right behind him. It had been sheer ecstasy. Only he hadn’t been wearing a condom at the time. It was something he hadn’t bothered to mention to her, although she wasn’t stupid. She knew.

Turning onto his side, he reached for her. Maybe this was a good time to talk about the possible consequences of his careless behavior. Patting the cool sheets, he expected to find her naked body next to his, but she wasn’t there.

Gabe’s eyes popped open. Where the hell had she run off to at four in the morning? he wondered, tossing back the sheet and getting out of bed. Wherever she was, he was going to drag her back to bed and maybe have his wicked way with her one more time before dawn. That thought brought another smile to his lips.

* * * * * * * * * *

Janie’s fingers flew over the computer keys. Never had she written about love and passion with such ease. And never once had she sat naked at the keyboard. Gabe had ruined her. She was now a sexually crazed woman who couldn’t seem to get enough. Even after six orgasms, she was thinking about sneaking back into bed and attacking the man.

Deciding that’s just what she’d do, she typed faster, wanting to finish the scene in her book first.

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

Jasmine’s 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, Gage. 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.

Jasmine 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 Gage 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.”

Gage grinned at her.

“Did I do--hiccup--okay?” she asked.

“You were fantastic.”

“What are you doing?” Gabe asked from the doorway of the spare bedroom.

Janie’s pulse kicked up. Quickly, she clicked the “Save” button and closed the file. “I just wanted to write this one scene while it was fresh in my head,” she said, turning to face him. Oh, God, he was as naked as she was. And thoroughly aroused, too. She swallowed tightly. “Is that for me?”

Gabe laughed. “You’re totally insatiable. And my kind of woman. Come back to bed, and I’ll take you to Hiccup Paradise.”

Janie rolled her desk chair back and stood. “What’s wrong with right here?” she asked boldly, nodding at the floor.

“The condoms are in the bedroom.” He paused a moment, dragging his appreciative gaze from her face to her breasts and then lower. After a brief moment, he looked into her eyes and said, “Janie, when we were downstairs in the kitchen . . .”

“I know,” she said, interrupting him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re on the pill?” he asked hopefully.

“No,” she said, and saw his expression change. “I just meant it’s my safe time.”

“There is no safe time.”

She didn’t bother to respond to that. She supposed he was right. But still . . .

“You’d tell me if--”

“Of course,” she said, then walked into his arms. She didn’t want to spoil the moment by talking about something that was so highly unlikely to happen. She kissed him thoroughly, pressing her naked body to his and he responded with gusto.

When he broke away from her mouth, he said, “I’ll go get those condoms. Don’t go anywhere.”

Like she’d do anything that stupid, she thought, smiling and breathing deeply. Minutes later, Gabe was buried deep inside her and it was all she could do not to tell him she loved him. She wondered, though, if he could possibly see it in her eyes. And prayed that he could.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“And then when I, you know,” Janie said, blushing, “I got these embarrassing hiccups.”

Sara vigorously shook her head . “Janie, stop. I don’t want to hear this.”

“Mommy,” Livvy yelled from the swing set in the backyard, “Twavis hit me.”

Getting up from