Page 41 of Nauti Intentions (Nauti 4)

Her lips took a bitter edge. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alex. ” She shook her head, her hair brushing her face as she still stared at the lake. “So wrong. ” She looked at him then, and he felt a ragged, painful emotion tighten his throat at the expression on her face. “That’s everything I’ve had to push back all my life. Dancing. Laughing. I had fun. It was fun. I want to be me, just for a little while. Just me. Without feeling the condemnation of a county, or the judgmental opinions of those who keep watching to see if I’m just as dirty, just as evil as what spawned me. ”

“Janey. ”

“I want to touch you, Alex. ” She turned then, shifted her shoulders, shrugged off his jacket. “I want to be wild with you. I want to be me with you. Is that so wrong? Is it so horrible?”

Pale skin shimmered in the moonlight. His palms itched to touch her, to feel her soft flesh beneath his hands.

“Alex. Just for a little while, pretend with me. ” He watched her eyes, saw the shimmer of tears. “Pretend I’m just a woman you want. That there’s nothing wrong with me. That there’s nothing dirty tainting who I am. Just for a little while. ”

Christ. She was going to cry. The tears were in her eyes, eyes naked with need. The need to be touched, held. To be a woman with the man she desired.

Then her words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. His gaze sharpened on her as he reached out, jerking her to him.

“Never let me hear you say something like that again,” he barked ruthlessly as her eyes widened in shock and he gave her a quick, hard shake. “Pretend, your ass. For Christ’s sake, Janey. I want you until I can’t breathe for it. I have for years. And the only thing you’re tainted with is my fucking touch. Because by God, I should know better. ”

The desperate, blinding need that exploded inside him, to wipe such a thought from her h

ead, spilled

through Alex. He ached; to the center of his soul he ached that she somehow believed she wasn’t truly desirable, that she was tainted and somehow unworthy.

“Look at you. ” His voice was an agonized whisper as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, holding her as he moved, shifted, bending over her until she had no choice but to recline back on the bench seat.

God, now he knew why he hadn’t wanted that fucking console in his truck. So he could do this.

“You make me so fucking hard I can’t even think. ” He lowered his head and nipped her pouty lower lip.

Damn truck was too small. He shoved his knee between her thighs and braced his foot on the floor. But hell. He shoved his knee right against her pussy, watching that damned skirt slide up her thighs to reveal white lacy panties.

He was not fucking her in this truck, he thought. It wasn’t going to happen. There simply wasn’t enough room.

“Alex. ” She whispered his name, her hips moving, riding his knee as her arms twined around his neck.

“Kiss me hard and deep. Like you’re as hungry for me as I am for you. ”

Janey was dying inside. She needed him. She’d partied and had fun tonight, maybe had one beer too many, but she hadn’t forgotten that she wasn’t dancing with Alex. He hadn’t taken her out; he wasn’t holding her, laughing with her.

And then he had been there, like a fantasy come to life. Hard and warm, holding her in his arms, dancing with her, staring at her with all that hunger in his eyes, and all she wanted was one night. Just this one night to be more than the traitor’s daughter, more than the responsibility he had to babysit.

She was no one’s baby. Sometimes she felt as though she belonged to nothing and no one. Tonight, just for a little while, she wanted to belong to Alex.

She lifted to him, her thighs tightening on the hard width of his knee shoved against her pussy, and oh, that felt so good. Her arms tightened around his neck, her tongue licking out at his lips.

And then he was there. His lips covered hers with that hungry groan she loved so much and he was kissing her hard and deep. One hand held her neck, keeping her in place. The other gripped the hem of her skirt, jerking it higher, over the band of her stockings.

She could feel him all over her. From her lips to her legs. So warm and hard, like a living blanket filled with fiery heat.

“I’m not fucking you in a pickup. ” He groaned, sipping at her lips now rather than devouring them.

Teasing her with his kisses. “I’m telling you now, Janey. I’m not doing it. ”

“Okay,” she panted in excitement, her hands moving down his chest as he eased back, pulling the shirt from his jeans before her fingers moved to his belt. “We can do other stuff. ”

“Ah hell. ” His groan almost made her smile.

“I want to taste you again, Alex. ” She jerked his belt open, loosened it, then pulled at the metal button of his jeans. “I want you in my mouth, against my tongue. I want to suck you, taste you. ”

She slid the zipper of his jeans down, her eyes widening as his cock sprang free.

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