Page 45 of Before the Storm
But it became apparent, she wouldn’t have been.
It took a few moments for Janelle to catch her breath after her orgasm tore through her body. She blinked, staring at the ceiling fan. Phoenix had rocked her world for the third time that day in ways she’d never imagined.
And she desperately wanted to do the same for him.
He scooted up alongside her, rolling to his back.
She ran her hand up and down his stomach. With each pass, she moved closer to slipping her hand inside his pajama bottoms.
While she’d seen a man naked before, she’d never really experienced it. Touched it. Or wanted to. The male anatomy represented oppression. Domination. It was the thing that kept her from being free from having a voice.
But with Phoenix, his masculinity gave her power.
He batted her hand away.
“Why do you keep doing that?” She flicked her nail across his nipple.
He hissed. “I’m being shy.”
“I doubt you’ve ever been shy in your life.” She ran her finger across one of his many scars. So far, she’d counted seven. Bending over, she traced her tongue across the long one from his belly down to his hip. “What’s this from?”
“It’s the reason I was taken off active duty.”
“What happened?”
“A piece of metal went through my body, breaking my hip.”
“That sounds painful.” She tugged at his bottoms.
“It wasn’t fun, that’s for sure.” He tipped her chin with his thumb. “I know you want to do for me what I did for you. But my body doesn’t work the same way yours does. Once I’m done, I can’t rebound and it’s over. So, if I say you have to stop, I mean it. Otherwise, there will be no going further and I’m not sure that’s what you want.”
She chuckled.
“I’m glad you find that funny.”
“What’s hilarious is that you think I don’t know that.” She arched a brow. “I might not be experienced. And maybe I’ve never done certain things. But it doesn’t mean I don’t know about them.”
He clasped his hands behind his head. “All right, then. Have your way with me.”
She swallowed, trying to hide her shock. Teasing him came naturally, even if she wasn’t used to the banter. However, she hadn’t expected him to give her carte blanche with his body.
“Cat got your tongue?” he asked.
“Nope.” Carefully, she eased him out of his pajamas. He was beautiful. Spectacular. Nothing like she’d remembered. The last time she’d seen a man, it had been a bit traumatizing.
But this? It was incredible. Empowering.
She touched. Stroked. Tasted.
He responded with soft moans. Gentle nudges. And the tensing of muscles.
“That’s enough.” He rolled her to her back and reached for something on the nightstand.
“What’s that?”
“Protection.”
“Excuse me?”
