He hated to frighten her, but he would do whatever it took to keep her away from Richard Arnold.
“I’ve got a little saved,” she said more to herself than him. “I can be all right for a few months before things get tight.”
Banan pulled her on top of his chest. “Nay. I doona want you worrying about money. I’ll take care of you.”
And oddly enough, that appealed to him. He wanted to be the one who ensured she was safe, fed, and well loved.
“I can take care of myself.”
“Really?” he asked, and kissed her neck. “Is that so, lass?”
“Hmm,” she said in answer.
Suddenly, she put her hands on his chest and straddled him. The sight of her auburn hair falling around her face as she leaned over him made him grow instantly, achingly hard.
His gaze lowered to her breasts, and to his delight, her nipples pebbled before his eyes.
“You want to take care of me?” she asked, and leaned far enough down so that her nipple grazed his chest.
He moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Aye.”
“Then make love to me.”
Banan took her mouth in a searing kiss. He thought he was in control, until she wrapped a hand around his cock. He hissed in a breath as she stroked him from base to tip before lightly squeezing.
He groaned, unable to stop his hips from rising to meet her hand. He was already so far gone, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. But the feel of her touching him was the most exquisite torture he’d ever endured.
Jane had never been so bold with a man before. She smiled at the deep moan her touch brought forth from Banan. It was empowering.
As much as she wanted to spend time touching him, it took just one brush from the head of his rod against her sensitive sex, and she had to have him inside her.
Jane guided him to her entrance. The feel of the blunt head of his arousal stretching her felt too good. She rotated her hips once, twice. She was about to do it again when Banan growled and jerked her hips down as he lifted his.
He slid in deep and hard. Jane gasped, her eyes closing with pleasure. He was impossibly hard, like steel encased in velvet.
He stretched her, filled her until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, loving the feel of him inside her.
She sat up, biting her lip when he went deeper. Through her lashes she watched his lips lift in a satisfied male smile that sent a thrill through her.
His hands grasped her breasts, leisurely caressing them. Her breasts swelled and her body burned. Her tempo increased when he drew her nipples into taut, aching buds.
Jane thought she was in control until Banan sat up and fastened his mouth on a nipple. She sank her hands into his hair and dropped her head back.
He scooted them to the edge of the bed, where he carefully shifted her legs until they wrapped around him. And then he began to move.
Jane’s breath locked in her lungs. She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensations as their bodies rocked together. His grip on her hips tightened as he slowly raised her and then pulled her down.
He repeated the movement again and again. Ruthlessly, relentlessly he pushed her higher, urged her to give everything.
Jane opened her heart, opened her soul—and never looked back.
Her body was tightening, muscles locking. And then the climax took her, pitched her. Swept her.
She was falling into an abyss, a chasm, and she’d never felt so safe, so protected. So…wanted. It was a primal, primitive feeling.
One look into Banan’s molten eyes, and she was lost. Forever, endlessly lost to all that was Banan. She didn’t panic at the love blooming in her heart. Nothing so beautiful should be feared.
Contentment flowed through her as Banan began to move his hips faster. Their gazes locked, held. There was no looking away, no denying something profound was transpiring between them.
She felt his muscles tighten, heard his breathing hitch, and with a low moan, his release took him.
Jane embraced him as he buried his face in her neck and spilled his seed inside her. She held him, confused and exciting by what had occurred.
Whatever the days ahead held for her, she knew her life would be forever altered.
Because she had fallen heedlessly, helplessly in love with him.
Chapter 11
Banan held the mug of coffee in his hands and stared at Jane as he stood by the counter. He’d rested better last night than he had since it was his turn to take a century or so to sleep in Dreagan’s mountain, as each Dragon King did.
Greeting a new day with Jane in his arms had been amazing. And baffling. He’d always made sure never to stay with a woman like that. Somehow, without him knowing it, something had changed.
He’d considered leaving before Jane woke, but he hadn’t been able to. One look at her sleeping so innocently, and he’d been unable to look away.
Banan couldn’t ever remember watching anyone sleep. Yet it had held his attention for almost half an hour.
“You aren’t going to answer me, are you?” Jane asked from her seat at the table. Her voice held a note of sadness, but her gaze was direct, as if she’d known how he’d react.
But what was he supposed to do? She’d asked for his secret, since she had shared her. Yet Banan couldn’t tell her. Even though he wanted to.
Another surprise.
He began to wonder if Jane was somehow affecting him. He should be worried, concerned—anything. Yet it all seemed so natural, being with her.
“I can no’,” he finally answered.
“I figured as much.”
“I’ve kept this secret willingly, Jane, and never once regretted no’ being able to tell it. Until you.”
She set down her mug and put both elbows on the table. “What happens now? Between us? Are you going to leave, and I’ll never see you again?”
The thought brought a pain to his chest. “Nay. I’ve got to see the MI5 friend of mine this morning, and I want you to stay here. Pack a bag or two. I’m going to take you to Scotland with me.”