One Sexy Ride(14)

“Damn right I am.”

He rolled over and kissed her. The whole long length of him pressing her to the mattress, and even with the quilt and his clothes between them, Janey felt a pulse of sexual tension leap into her belly.

This wasn’t like the afternoon when he’d basically chastised her with his kiss. This was exploration, and tender, his lips moving over hers softer than the water from the showerhead had rushed over her skin. Janey wiggled her arms free so she could reach up and thread her fingers through his hair.

Len kissed the tip of her nose before pulling away. “I like finding you in my bed,” he admitted.

Sadly, he rolled off. She was ready to protest until he caught the top of the quilt and peeled it down, exposing her from head to toe.

“Damn. I should have hid all my T-shirts,” he complained. She smiled but she was far too breathless to laugh. He rested his fingers over her lips. “You and me, we need to finish that talk we started this afternoon.”

His hand slid down to trace back and forth along her collarbones.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your help,” Janey said.

He nodded once. “Accepted. But let’s make this clear. Just because I don’t have experience in one area doesn’t mean I don’t have a hell of a lot of opinions and needs and abilities. I’m not a two-year-old, and you treating me like I am is going to backfire big time.”

“Of course you’re a man, but I’m not helpless,” she countered, “You’re right, though, I did make some assumptions. I won’t do that to you again. But, Len? While we’re getting stuff out in the open?”

He rested his hand on her upper arm, sliding his palm up and down against her naked skin. “Yeah?”

“You’re not a big talker. And I don’t expect you to change, but you gotta know there’s a difference between staying silent because there’s nothing you want to add to the conversation, and staying silent because you’re refusing to share.”

He nodded.

And then with typical Len restraint, he caught hold of the bottom of the T-shirt she wore and tugged it until she had to curl up and let him strip her bare.

Her heart fluttered, anticipation tingling through her like a fine mist of rain.

This was all up to him. Janey liked sex, and she liked being an active participant, but she was going to do her damnedest to take her cues from him and see which way he wanted to go. No more pushing, but no more assuming.

He pressed her back to the mattress, his hand slipping off her shoulder and down her torso, his fingers along the outside of her breast as his thumb came to a stop over her nipple. The sensitive tip reacted like he’d hit the remote control button, pebbling tight.

Len seemed fascinated with her body’s response. “You still sleepy?” he asked.

“Hell, no.” The words came out breathless, turning into a deep gasp as he leaned over and licked the nipple nearest him.

Janey let her head relax back into the pillow. Chances were he would take his time exploring, and she had absolutely no issues with that.

With her eyes closed, it was easy to concentrate on the sensations. Focus on what it felt like when he closed his lips and sucked. One hand continued to caress her breast, playing with her nipple before releasing it in a slow sensual tease.

Every draw of his lips increased the web of sensation tangling around her body. He changed position, and she waited for him to come back to her lips, but he changed sides, continuing to torment her other breast until she found herself grabbing his hair and damn near purring as she tried to…

She didn’t know what she wanted. Shove him away or keep him right where he was.

Fortunately, Len seemed to know what he wanted. He met her gaze square on, his chocolate eyes melting with passion. “You okay with me touching you everywhere?”

“Is oh, hell yeah clear enough?”

He chuckled, the noise coming from farther down the bed as the mattress shifted. Kisses started again, this time beginning with one pressed to the tip of the nipple he had left throbbing. One landed on the underside of her breasts followed by a set across her belly until he reached her bellybutton. Not just his lips, but the side of his face with his five o’clock shadow scraping her skin, and she shivered.

Len tongued her belly, sending more thrills through her. “You know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?”

She was pretty sure he’d figured out that scratchy layer on his chin was driving her crazy, because even while he flicked his tongue in and out of her belly button, he teased her with his chin. His hands rested lightly on both hips to hold her down.

“Don’t stop,” Janey begged.

It seemed she’d been doing a lot of that around him, considering how short a time they’d officially been going out.

Luckily he wasn’t finished. He slid a hand down to separate her curls, changing position, and she couldn’t resist wiggling up on her elbows to watch.

His expression? Better than a kid being handed the biggest present under the Christmas tree. Len caressed his hand over her mound, fingers towards her belly button, the heel of his hand right over where she needed him, but not with enough pressure. Not yet.

Should she offer suggestions? He’d told her not to treat him like he was incapable, but she knew not every guy got it right the first time without some guidance. And every woman liked different things. Heck, she liked different things depending on what day it was—there was no use in being shy.

So she did what felt right and pulled her knees apart, exposing herself to anything he wanted to do.

Len cursed softly, grip tightening as he swallowed hard. “I’m trying to go slow, but damn if I can any longer.”

He used both hands to open her fully to his gaze, settling in and caressing with his thumbs. Just for a moment before his head dropped and blocked her view.

Janey was back to nothing but sensations, but oh, God, the sensations were so damn good. He might be inexperienced, but he found her clit no problem, teasing it with the tip of his tongue perfectly before widening the circle of pleasure, then dipping deeper.

“Use your fingers on me too, if you want,” Janey coached. “If you play with my clit, I’ll come. But if your fingers are inside me while you play, or your cock, I’ll come even harder.”

“Gotcha.”

His hand left her hip and he went back to eating her hungrily, but now there was an added bonus. A ghostly touch explored. Lightly, then more boldly as moisture from her body covered his fingers and eased his way.

He lifted up to watch her face as he pushed a finger into her. Stopping deep inside as if memorizing the sensation.

“More,” she ordered.

He nodded, playing slowly, the pad of his fingertip brushing the front of her passage as he worked in and out. It was a strange sensation, more intense than she thought it should be.

Not that she was complaining, not at all.

He did it again, this time with two fingers. Two very thick fingers, with thick calluses, and maybe that made the difference because, whoa Nelly, the rubbing bit was doing things she hadn’t expected.

“Good?” he asked.

Janey nodded, checking to see how he was doing. “Very good. You want to take off your clothes?”

He shook his head. “Later.”

Oh, well then. That was fine too.

And like some practiced virtuoso on the piano, Len combined his new tricks. He kept up the fingering motion and resumed tormenting her with his mouth.

He might not be a big talker, but he was damn good with his tongue. The familiar precursor of pleasure rocketed closer at high-speed. That strange internal massage combined with the flick of his tongue in exactly the right place—inspiring. His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked, the entire bed swaying with the motion of his hand.

Janey planted her feet on the bed and rocked against him in time with his finger thrusts, a low moan of approval escaping her lips.

The moan changed to an outright cry of satisfaction as she came, hips coming up off the bed with the force of it as he worked her past the initial bloom. Janey stroked her fingers through his hair, tugging him away when she needed him to ease off.

He stilled his fingers, but the bed kept shaking for another bit, and she glanced down in time to Len’s face clench as he came, hips pressed against the mattress.

He breathed out a satisfied sigh and laid his cheek on her hipbone. “And don’t you dare think or say anything about poor me, because I’m damn happy right now.”

Janey laughed. “Well, that makes two of us then.”

He tilted his head. “We’re not done,” he warned.

“I hoped you’d say that,” she answered back, her own smile reflecting the one on his face. “And I’m not saying poor you, but I do think your day will only get better as it goes along.”

The anticipation in his eyes—

Good thing she’d had that nap. They were both going to need all the energy they could muster.





It was a dilemma he’d never faced before. He desperately needed a shower because they had the damn barbecue in an hour’s time. But all he wanted was to turn around and end up back in bed.

He’d lasted longer than he’d expected with the taste of her flooding his system. The touch of her soft skin under his palms.

Dirt talk from the guys during drinks occasionally included complaining about having to go down on their girls to get them to reciprocate. Len had heard his brothers call the others out for being stupid jackasses. He’d always stayed quiet—like usual, so no one had said anything—but now he could agree one hundred percent.