One Sexy Ride(11)

He nodded.

Janey hesitated for the longest time before finally spitting it out. “Okay, when I call us that, it kind of sounds like we’re back in fifth grade, which if we were in fifth grade? The fact we’ve done nothing but kiss would totally make sense.”

She’d rested her hands lightly on his chest. Her lips were pulled into the familiar almost pout, and he wondered if she knew exactly how much that got to him.

“I just don’t see a reason to rush into anything.”

Her response was instant amusement. “Oh, Len. It’s not rushing for us to do more than kiss.”

Her palms moved over his chest, and he caught hold of her waist to keep her tight to his body. His erection had to be very obvious between them.

“In one way, I’m damn impressed,” she admitted. “I kind of thought we’d end up in bed that first night.”

Len swallowed hard, images flooding his brain.

Janey continued, her hands skimming around the back of his body, sneaking under his shirt until her palms were pressed to his bare skin. “But now I’m wondering if there’s a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Len asked, the words improbably low and barely coherent as he fought for control.

“Do you not find me attractive?”

“Jeez, Janey.” He caught her around the waist and lifted her on the counter, stepping between her legs and moving until their torsos were connected. Every possible inch pressed tight together. “Trust me, it’s not that at all.”

“So you say, but…” She shrugged.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the raging erection attempting to escape from his jeans. “Does that feel like I’m not attracted to you?”

It was an exquisite torture to allow her fingers to drift freely over him.

“Then why aren’t we doing more than kissing?” she asked. “Honest, Len. You don’t have to hold back for my sake. It’s not like I’m a virgin, or anything.”

He couldn’t stop the tension from flooding in. The worst thing was she picked up on it, catching hold of his face and forcing him to turn until their eyes met. She had the cutest little frown as she attempted to puzzle it out.

Hell if he was going to help her by actually saying the words.

Her gaze narrowed. “Len. Is there something…?” She bit into her bottom lip momentarily before taking a deep breath and barreling forward. “Tell me I’m insane, but either you are extraordinarily shy, which you have nothing to be worried about, my fine man. Or, you’re a…”

Dammit. At this point he wanted her to say it.

Because if she did, he wouldn’t have to.

“Yes,” he forced out.

Confusion hit. “Yes, you’re shy. Or yes, you’ve never had sex?”

He never thought about that. “Both.”

A brief flash of disbelief shot over her face along with bewilderment. He was pretty sure she trusted him not to be lying about something this big, but she was still staring as if he had three heads.

“Really? Really?”

He let out a massive sigh. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because at least a half dozen women in town all confessed to me at one point or another that they’d slept with you.”

Good grief. “You know better than to believe small-town rumor.”

She nodded, slightly distracted. “I should’ve known they were trying to jerk me around. And yet that makes no sense.”

“That I’ve never had sex?”

“Yes!”

“Sorry. It’s true.” He reached up to play with her hair. If they had to have this conversation at least he could enjoy touching her at the same time.

“It doesn’t make sense that you’re a virgin,” she insisted.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” Len warned. “It just is. Why is that so hard to believe?”

She snorted. “Because you’re a guy.”

“Right, so I’m supposed to be happy to stick my dick anywhere just because I’m a guy?”

She snapped her mouth closed and hesitated for long enough to think about her response, which he appreciated, all things considered.

“Okay, so it’s totally sexist and totally wrong, but—yeah. That’s exactly what most people would assume.”

“Bullshit. Maybe some guys are more particular about where we stick our dicks than others.”

She still looked unconvinced and completely perplexed. “Just…” She shook her head. “Okay, this makes me a total asshole, but really?”

“You say that again, and I’ll make you regret it.”

“I’m not trying to be rude. I’m flat-out surprised. I mean, does that mean you’ve never—”

Her question cut off abruptly as her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed red.

Len knew exactly where her mind had gone. He would have laughed, only the moment was too full of sexual expectations to be something to joke about. “I’ve never—what? You’re wondering if I’ve never even jerked off? Trust me, the equipment works just fine.”





It was impossible to stop images from flashing into her brain. Len’s fingers wrapped around his cock. Long slow strokes following as he worked his shaft, his abdominal muscles growing tighter until he hit the moment of release. Janey couldn’t wait to see it in real life.

Maybe they weren’t the words she should have spoken, but they were real, and honest, and they burst free before she could stop them.

“Show me.”

“Jeez, Janey…”

She should have felt shame at her breathless demand, but all that remained was rising heat between her legs and the nearly violent urge to rub one off herself. “I can help you. Or we can do it at the same time. That’s still together.”

His eyes grew dark, and his breathing increased in tempo.

She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. Let him see the desire she felt. “I’m not saying your virginity is something special we should save.”

He snorted.

There was no way to stop smiling, even with desire dancing through her veins. “But we don’t have to rush into anything. You must’ve had a reason why you waited, and it’s up to you when you tell me why, or if you even want to tell me why. But I’ve honestly wanted more than kisses from you for such a long time. So unless you don’t want to do this, let me make you feel good. Or let me watch. Whatever you feel the most comfortable with, I am more than interested.”

She thought he might have to consider his options for a while, but before she finished speaking he was already reaching for the button on his jeans.

“Take off your top,” he ordered.

So. It wasn’t that he was saving himself forever. Or that he had taken a permanent vow of chastity, which would’ve been a dreadful waste—at least in her opinion.

But…

Janey glanced out the kitchen window, the one with no curtains and a wide-open view into the backyard. “You mind if we take this somewhere else?”

“Right here,” Len demanded. “Face me. No one can see anything anyway. Not unless they’re sitting in the top branches of your apple tree.”

He was lowering his zipper, the sound of the metal rasping loudly in the suddenly quiet room. She undid the work belt around her hips, laying it on the counter before turning back. She caught him in the process of shedding his T-shirt, reaching over his head to jerk the fabric forward and off his arms, revealing his massive chest. His biceps were like bricks, and his abdomen so structured she couldn’t wait to run her fingers over the muscles to prove they were real. “How did you get such a gorgeous body?”

His grin widened, but he snapped his finger at her. “I don’t see a hell of a lot of stripping going on.”

“You want to help me?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You do this my way. I want your shirt off. Now.”

A delicious shiver went up her spine as she tugged her T-shirt out of her work pants. His eyes locked on her fingers, and she took the time to inch the fabric upward. Moving slowly to reveal her bra before taking the shirt off over her head.

His breathing had increased in tempo as he stared in admiration at her chest. “Nice.”

Janey licked her lips. “What now?”

Staring at him was a delicious experience. His broad chest and arms and shoulders were full of flexing muscles as he eased his jeans open, lowering them far enough the lovely band muscles that wrapped from his groin around his hips grew more visible.

A little sound of need escaped her. She wanted to touch so badly.

“Take off your pants,” he demanded.

This time she didn’t bother to tease. She dropped her pants and her drawers all in one motion, so eager to obey she forgot she still had work boots on. Everything became trapped at her ankles.

Len didn’t seem to care. He closed the short distance between them and picked her up, placing her on the countertop next to her work belt. His strong hands rested on the naked swells of her butt.

He rested their foreheads together, both of them breathing shakily as they stared into each other’s eyes. “You’re killing me,” Len confessed.

“Don’t stop now.” Janey was ready for anything except him stopping.

Only he did stop. Sort of. Stepped away and left her with nothing but the faint memory of his hands on her body and an aching need inside.