His heat surrounded her, just as his arms did. Her breasts ached as they rubbed against his chest. She squeezed her legs together when his gray eyes darkened even more.
One minute they were standing, and the next she was lying on the bed. She loved the weight of him atop her. His arousal pressed against her stomach, causing her to rub against him.
He groaned, and it made her blood burn hotter in her veins. She was about to roll him onto his back so she could explore his magnificent body at her leisure, but he bent and wrapped his lips around a nipple.
Jane cried out as she arched off the bed, her hands sinking into his dark hair. She could only hold on to him as he teased and drew her nipple into a throbbing bud until she was whimpering from the onslaught of pleasure.
And then he moved to her other breast. His expert tongue soon had her head thrashing from side to side, her body shaking with the need for release.
If Jane thought he’d give her that release then, she quickly discovered how wrong she was when his lips left a hot trail of kisses down her body.
He shouldered his way between her legs. Jane was so focused on his mouth and the desire that threatened to overtake her, that she gave a startled cry when his hot tongue gently licked her.
She grasped her comforter in her hands, another cry locked in her throat when he found her clitoris and began to lick, lave, probe.
He kept her thighs wide, introducing her to an even more intimate onslaught. The assault left her senses reeling. Every nerve was stretched tight, her body drifting on the tide of his carnal prowess.
And he was a master. He knew just where to touch, just how to touch to bring her nearly to the point of no return, only to pull back and leave her wanting and aching.
Banan rose above her and let his gaze rake over the exquisite creature beneath him. Her luscious body was naked and racked with passion. Her nipples were tightly beaded, and his hands craved to take her firm, full breasts again. Her thighs were spread to show him the auburn curls and her sex still glistening from her desire and his mouth.
But it was her eyes, full of blatant, palpable longing that made his balls tighten. No longer could he hold back. He had to be inside her.
Her hands gripped his sides, urging him over her, in her. Banan smiled as he set his aching cock against her slick folds, and with one powerful thrust joined them.
Her gasp, and the feel of her nails sinking into his skin, only urged him onward. He withdrew, and plunged in again, sinking even deeper.
Jane whispered his name, her breaths coming in heaving gasps. She was tender, passionate. Warm, sultry.
Yielding, wanton.
He’d never known such urgency, such a driving, burning compulsion for a woman.
Despite every last lucid, sensible qualm.
He pinned her beneath him, a small smile playing about her lips before she released a cry of pleasure. Her glorious curves cushioned him as she wrapped her legs around him. He sank deeper still, enveloped in her wet, clinging heat.
She rocked beneath him, silently pleading for release. A dance as old as time took them. He couldn’t hold back the tide of passion—and didn’t want to.
It was sweeter than he’d ever known, more evocative than he’d ever thought possible. And all because of an auburn-haired, coffee-eyed beauty who had somehow sunk into his soul.
Her cries of pleasure filled the room. He thrust harder, deeper, wanting—nay, needing—to see her peak, to watch her face as ecstasy took her.
She suddenly arched, his name falling from her lips. Her strangled cry, combined with the feel of her tight sheath clamping around him, was his defeat.
Banan let the release take him, allowed himself—for the first time ever—to climax simultaneously with another. With every convulsion of her walls, she took him higher, higher than he’d ever been.
To his surprise, her arms wrapped around him, urging him down on top of her. Banan complied, uncertain if he should stay, but knowing he couldn’t leave.
Not now. Not after tasting all Jane was.
He’d think about the consequences later.
Chapter 10
Jane had never been so content lying in the arms of another man. But then again, Banan wasn’t an ordinary man. She wasn’t sure how she knew that, only that she did.
She’d been drifting in that wonderful realm between sleep and wake while Banan’s fingers caressed up and down her back.
Jane opened her eyes and saw him staring at the ceiling with his other arm behind his head. He looked lost in thought, the space between his brows wrinkled as if he were contemplating something.
“What is it?” she asked.
Instantly his frown was gone, his face carefully blank. A thread of insecurity she couldn’t dispel threatened to ruin the cozy cocoon they had formed after their lovemaking.
And it had been lovemaking. There had been times Jane wanted to think a boyfriend had made love to her, but after just one touch from Banan, she’d known the difference instantly.
“Nothing,” Banan answered.
Jane smiled despite the growing disquiet within her. “You’re a very bad liar.”
His head tilted so that he looked down at her. “What?”
“Are you telling me no one has ever called you a liar before?” she asked with a laugh.
“Nay.”
That one word, combined with the intensity of his stormy gaze, unsettled her. “It was a joke, Banan.”
“Nay, Jane. You knew I didna tell you the truth. How?”
She shrugged and wished she’d kept her mouth shut. “I don’t know. Look, it doesn’t matter. Okay? Let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
But Banan couldn’t pretend. Just as he couldn’t ignore the emotions swirling like a cyclone within him. He hadn’t been able to deny or withstand the attraction he had for Jane. Finally having her, claiming her had only intensified everything.
Yet he knew very little about her.
How had she been able to detect his lie? It had been a little one, but that didn’t matter. No one had ever been able to tell when he lied.
Ever.
“Why did you leave Seattle?” he asked.