She gazed at him, her blue eyes shining, lips swollen and damp from his kisses. So beautiful, so sweet and about to become all his. His heart swelled at the realization. How much he loved her, cherished her.
He wanted to say the words. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how much she meant to him but they lodged in his throat.
Chicken shit.
Ignoring his conscious he swooped in and kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue tangling with hers. She accepted it, accepted him, her hands squeezing his shoulders tight, griping him with all of her might. He slipped his hands down further, cupping her ass, kneading her flesh through the thin material of her pajama bottoms.
He wanted her naked. Wanted her pliant and welcoming beneath his body. Reaching down, he gripped the backs of her thighs and hauled her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she rubbed wantonly against him. He almost dropped her. Even through the fabric of her pajama pants, he could feel her. Scorching hot, burning for him. If he touched her there, he knew she’d be wet and ready.
That thought alone almost made him drop her again.
Holding her close, he strode toward the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light. He set her gently on the bed and began to strip, watching her watch him in the pale light shining from the living room. She leaned back against the pillows, seductively licking her lips.
No words were spoken when he joined her on the bed, his hands going for the waistband of her pajama pants. He eased them off nice and slow, skimming the smooth flesh of her thighs with gentle fingers. A shudder moved through her and he exhaled harshly at the sight spread out before him.
A decadent feast for the eyes, she was. She wore no panties, her bare legs long and tempting, her equally bare wet sex, pretty and pink He touched her there, his fingers stroking across damp golden hair, sliding lower to test her hot wet depths.
Janelle arched against him, crying out with pleasure when he stroked deeper, testing her. He entered her tight sheath with two fingers, her inner walls clutching around him as if they didn’t want to let go. His cock bobbed eagerly, desperate to be inside her but he clenched his jaw, taking his time.
He moved up her body, pressing his mouth against her belly, just beneath her breasts, finally drawing one and then the other nipple into his mouth. She thrust her hands into his hair, holding him as he sucked and laved, relished the sweet taste of her.
Blindly reaching toward the beside table, he slid open the drawer, searching for condoms. He found one and moved away from her, tearing open the package and ready to sheath himself when she stopped him.
“Let me,” she whispered, taking the condom from him, clasping her fingers around the base of his aching cock.
Nate closed his eyes, groaning when she stroked him, her fingers gripping him tight. Up and down, up and down she went, until he thought he would burst and then she stopped, rolling the condom onto his cock with slow, seductive movements.
Opening his eyes, he found her settled back against the pillows, a naughty smile on her face. She arched against him, her wet sex brushing his cock. “Hurry, Nate.”
He gripped the base of his cock, teasing her with long, deliberate sweeps against her wet core. She writhed beneath him, her head thrown back, lips parted in erotic surrender.
Jesus. Sweat misted his forehead. He was torturing himself more than her.
Finally, he pushed home, entering her, stroking deeper and deeper with his every thrust. She lifted her hips, wrapped her legs around him and he sank fully inside her, their mingled moans loud in the quiet room.
Again and again, he filled her, captivated by her expressive face as they made love. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her face a study in concentration. He touched her, drew his fingers down her cheek and her eyes slid open, glittering in the semi-darkness.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice was a husky whisper, his throat raw. Unfamiliar emotion threatened to overwhelm him, choke him and he swallowed hard.
Janelle didn’t answer. Her eyes sliding closed, she moved against him, with him, setting a steady pace that had them both panting in seconds. Already he was close, too close, but he couldn’t stop. Increasing his pace, he rammed inside her, his hips pumping, completely out of control. The muscles in his neck strained, his skin grew tight, his body covered in sweat.
She stiffened beneath him, her entire body quivering, her sex clenching around him in a rhythmic motion over and over. Her climax was strong, making her shake, causing her to whimper and cry out his name. He came with a yell, slowly pumping inside her, the words he wanted to say hanging on the tip of his tongue.
But they wouldn’t fall.
Chapter Thirteen
“Everyone is enjoying the fashion show.” Marnie smiled at Janelle, shooting her a thumbs up. “The event’s turned out great. We couldn’t have done it without your hard work.”
Janelle and her boss stood on the sidelines, watching the models strut up and down the catwalk, showcasing the latest spring and summer fashions by Southern California designers. A hushed crowd of nearly five hundred watched the show, accompanied by a handful of photographers who hovered around the stage, snapping away with their cameras.
The hors d’oeuvres and cocktails flowed freely before the runway show. Much of Los Angeles’s elite appeared, including a few celebrities. Janelle was secretly beside herself.
The Passion for Fashion charity event turned out better than she could have ever dreamed. The estimated amount they’d earned for the Women’s Cancer Center was record breaking, Marnie had already told her.
A pang of sadness touched her even amidst her night of success. She wished Nate was here celebrating with her.
She’d sent him away that night he’d come over. After he’d made love to her so tenderly, she hadn’t known how to react. Had he been looking for a pity screw? Though he’d looked at her as if he wanted to say something, he hadn’t. So she’d told him to leave.