Nauti Intentions (41 page)

you here? That he would ever want you out of his life?â€

“He doesn’t know me.†She looked up at him cautiously. “And that’s my fault. Sometimes I fear he’l look at me and see Dayle.

Or our mother. And I get scared inside that I’l do something or say something, and he’l see them. Or he’l remember the beatings he took for

me.†She shook her head as she moved to the table, staring down at the dark wood with a frown. “I played Daddy’s princess, and hated Dayle,

and myself, for it.â€

“Why did you do it?†He didn’t move closer to her; he stayed distant, and she ached.

“Because I knew he’d strike out. He was waiting for a reason. He knew Natches would come running. And he knew then that he’d have the

excuse he needed, possibly to kil him.â€

She shook her head again, fighting the tears. She was fighting tears so often in the past few days.

“Then you were protecting him as wel , Janey,†he told her quietly.

He moved to her then and his arms went around her. “Baby, you’re one woman. One tiny, fragile little thing. Did you think you should be using

your fists like Natches did?â€

She nodded against his chest, her fingers curling into his suit jacket as her breathing hitched. “I should have fought. I should have found a way to

protect myself. I shouldn’t have depended on Natches. I should have been stronger, Alex.â€

“You should have been just the way you are,†he whispered. “The woman who threw herself from the couch to attack a crazed woman with a

gun, before she shot her son. Because you knew she would shoot you next. The woman who tore a dart out of Mark’s neck before it could kil him,

and stil managed, despite the tranquilizer in her system, to grab a communications device and hide it on herself so she could be found. Nothing

you’ve done has been unworthy in my eyes. Or in Natches’s.â€

“Hoyt’s dead, because of me.†Her stomach cramped with that knowledge. “I saw his journals. His dreams. He’l never know them.â€

“Ah, Janey.†His hand curled around her neck, so strong, his fingers against her skin, curling from the side of her neck to the back, made her feel

feminine, protected. “Hoyt wouldn’t have blamed you. Did you read the final journal? How he talked about how hard you worked, the dreams he

knew you had? How he wanted you to succeed? Hoyt doesn’t blame you, sweetheart.â€

“Maybe I blame me.†She blinked back her tears.

“You wil .†He nodded, surprising her. “Just as I blame myself that Augusta Napier was able to get to you.â€

“No . . .â€

He laid a finger against her lips. “I left you in the truck, without me. I didn’t trust my own instincts that night, Janey. Al I thought about was

catching the person trying to hurt you, and stopping it. If you want to blame anyone for Hoyt’s death, sweetheart, then blame me.â€

“You won’t let me take responsibility for anything.†She pushed away from him, suddenly angry. “You’re like Natches. You make

excuses for me. You pamper and baby me, and sometimes I want to scream with it.â€

“Oh, I blame you for plenty,†he growled.

She swung around, eyes suddenly narrowing. “For what?â€

“My hard dick. The fact that I’ve gone three days without fucking you because
your
family was crowded into my house like a fucking Mackay

invasion. Oh yeah, Janey, there’s some blame that lies directly on your pretty shoulders. But Hoyt isn’t part of it.â€

Her breath locked in her throat for long moments before she swal owed past her own need and fears.

“You haven’t acted like you wanted me.â€

He stared at her in disbelief. “I had your whole family in here, Janey, and Timothy glaring at me like he’s adopted you. Hel . Do you have any

idea how many times the difference in our age was mentioned and how no one had better hear
sounds
from our bedroom?â€

Her lips twitched. “Sounds, huh?â€

“Janey,
sounds
. And, baby, when I touch you, I do want to hear your sounds.â€

“So I can take the blame for your hard dick, but not my own weaknesses?†she said roughly.

“God, don’t say the word
dick
unless you’re trying to get into my pants.†He sighed. “It just makes me harder.†He caught her arms,

sliding his hands to her elbows then back to her shoulders. “And, baby, you’re fragile, not weak. Not unworthy. And you’re human. Hoyt knew

what his mother was and he didn’t warn anyone. He could have. He should have. And he didn’t. That isn’t your fault.â€

A tear slipped free. “He loved her.â€

“Yes, he loved her,†Alex whispered. “But no matter how much you love me, you would never stand by and al ow me to do something you

didn’t agree with, would you?â€

She frowned back at him. “You’re arrogant, not mean.â€

“I beat those drunks up for insulting you.†His smile was slow and wicked. “And you didn’t even kiss my scraped knuckles.â€

She scowled at that. “I should have boxed your ears. They were drunks.â€

“They’l think before they insult another woman while they’re drunk,†he argued back. “But you let me know exactly how much you

didn’t like it, didn’t you, baby?â€

“You didn’t listen.†She pouted.

“Sure I did,†he drawled. “Next time, I’l be real nice about it and just knock their heads together. I’l be nice and gentle.â€

Janey had to fight her smile as she felt his hands slide to her dress, pul ing it up slowly.

“Are you trying to undress me, Alex?â€

He huffed in exasperation. “I’d real y like to see what you’re wearing under that dress, Janey. And you said the word
dick
. You owe me

now.â€

This she had. She lifted her head as his lowered, parted her lips, and took his kiss, even as he took hers. Lips and tongues touched, played together,

stroked, and stoked the flames building inside them now.

She had his desire. Perhaps his distance had been because she had been surrounded by her family. And Natches had growled a lot. Timothy had

doted on her and glared at Alex several times.

She had to let herself believe she could make this work. She had to let herself believe he loved her, and just didn’t realize it.

“Say it again,†he growled against her lips.

“Say what?†She was breathless, dazed with the need for more of his kisses, more of his touch.

“The word.†His lips roved over her jaw. “Talk about my dick. God, you make me hot, Janey, when you talk dirty to me.â€

“You’re so naughty.†A breathless laugh left her.

“Yeah, and so are my intentions toward you.†He nipped at her ear. “Come on, talk dirty to me. Let me hear it so I can fight coming in my

pants. I love it when you make me ready to come in my pants.â€

Her head tilted back. “I want to suck your hard dick,†she whispered. “Al the way to my throat.â€

“Fuck!†His voice roughened.

“I want to do that, too.†She pushed at his jacket, dragging it over his powerful shoulders to touch him, feel him. “I want to fuck you, Alex. I want

to ride you like my own wild stud. Feel you hard and thick inside me, slamming into me.â€

“Hel .†He lifted her from her feet and carried her through the short hal to their bedroom.

When he released her, he was tearing at his clothes, his cheeks flushed, his eyes thunderous. “Take your clothes off.â€

He tore off his shirt and yanked at his belt as she reached back and unzipped her dress.

“Can I suck your hard dick, Alex?†she whispered.

“God, you can suck any part of me you want.†The hunger was brighter, stronger in his face than she had ever seen it. As though something had

stripped away the last layer between man and lust.

She dropped the dress to her feet, leaving her clad in the black bra, thong, and smoky black stockings she wore with her pumps.

“Oh, sweet mercy.†He toed his shoes off and pushed his pants and boxers from his muscled legs. “Get over here, baby. Suck my dick. Show

me how much you want it.â€

She moved to him, slowly, watching his hands clench at his sides. His expression was tight, his cheekbones sharply defined and flushed.

“I love sucking your cock,†she whispered, loving the freedom to be naughty with him, to love him as she needed to.

Her hands flattened against his chest, smoothed down the tight, rippling abs as she went to her knees and let her hands encase the thick, throbbing

shaft.

Alex watched her, both bemused and so fucking turned on by the sight of her that it was al he could do to hold back the cum threatening to spurt from

the tip of his cock.

Smal beads of it formed despite the ferocious control he held over himself. She licked those drops away and murmured her appreciation with a little

moan. Her lips opened, parted, encased the engorged, darkly flushed crest, and she sank her mouth onto it.

Alex’s head fel back on his shoulders as a groan tore from his throat. Her mouth was like hot silk and velvet, her tongue rasping over the

ultrasensitive head, curling over it, licking and tasting him as she sucked at the engorged flesh.

The fingers of one hand moved between his thighs and cupped his bal s, her palm rol ing against them in a way that, fuck, his toes were curling into the

damned carpet it was so good. He almost yel ed out at the pleasure. He might have, if she’d left him enough breath to do it. Instead, she seemed to

suck that out of his lungs with the same hungry intensity that she was sucking the control from his mind and the cum from his bal s.

He couldn’t touch her. He had to force himself not to touch her. Not her hair, her face. His hands were curled into tight, knotted fists as he fought

back the urge to touch.

If he touched, he’d lose it. He’d have her flat on her back, with him buried inside her and pumping his release into the hot, liquid depths of her

body.

He adored her. Adored her lips, her tongue, her little moans, her silken hands, and the hunger that blazed in her eyes. But as he watched her, he knew

he adored her spirit, her fire, and the woman who was so afraid of losing what she loved.

He saw it in her eyes. He’d heard it earlier in her voice. And he stil couldn’t figure out how to convince her that nothing in this world or beyond

could mean to him what she did.

“Sweet Janey,†he groaned, staring down at her, watching her consume him, steal his soul one soft lick, one deep draw of her lips, at a time. She

had stolen his soul just as easily as she stole his control.

He could hold back only so long. His hips were moving against her lips, his eyes watching as he fucked her mouth, watching the damp moisture

glistening on his cock as he pul ed back, watching her lips take him as he buried the head of his erection between them once again.

His fingers uncurled, then locked in her hair. He felt his arms bulging as he fought to hold back, felt his abs flexing, his bal s tightening further.

“I’m going to come, Janey,†he groaned. “Ah hel . Enough.â€

He pul ed back, holding on to her head as he forced her to release the bloated crest of his dick. Damn, he needed to fuck her. Needed to be buried

inside her.

He lifted her to her feet before picking her up and carrying her to their bed. He laid her back and unclipped the little clasp of her bra before drawing it

from her. He was dragging it over her shoulders when the sight of her tight, hard nipples became more than he could resist.

Janey arched, crying out his name as his lips covered a hard, sensitive nipple, pul ing it into the hot depths of his mouth. He sucked her with hungry

draws of his mouth, sending pleasure shooting from the tight tip to the needy depths of her pussy.

She writhed against the bed beneath, her legs parting as his thigh pushed between them. The hard muscle ground against her clit, and she felt the

tightening, the erotic flames of pleasure beginning to sear her.

The sensations raced from her nipples to her womb, curled around her clit, and struck inside her sex. She could feel the clenching, building need. The

desperate pleasure that she knew would only grow, only become deeper, hotter, until he fil ed her, until he triggered the explosive ecstasy she knew she

would only feel in his arms.

“I love how your nipples taste,†he growled as he moved from one to the other. “So tight and sensitive.†His teeth rasped one; his tongue

licked, and a lightning stroke of white-hot sensation whipped through her body.

She could feel the perspiration gathering on her flesh. The need tearing through her. She had to have him, soon. If she didn’t—oh God, she

couldn’t bear it if she didn’t.

Her head thrashed on the bed as his lips moved from her nipples. He kissed the underside of her breast, sucked a bit of the flesh into his mouth, and

she knew he’d marked her again. Knew it and loved it.

Then his lips were moving lower. His tongue licked down, his lips kissed, his hands parted her thighs farther as his head came between them. And he

licked her pussy. One long, slow lick through the saturated cleft. When he reached her clit, he licked around it. Never enough pressure. He blew a heated

breath over it, kissed it, and she nearly exploded into a mil ion fragments.

His chuckle was wicked.

“You’re going to tease me,†she gasped.

“I’m going to adore you,†he drawled. “Soak every taste and touch into my soul, Janey.â€

He licked and sucked. He kissed and had her screaming his name.

“Oh yeah, ah, baby, I love your sounds. Your cries and screams.â€