Page 86 of Steamy Ever After

The heat in his voice trickles down to my belly. “Nothing. And stop calling me Janey.”

“Then spread those legs for me, Jane.”

“Excuse me?” I scowl, as if I can’t believe he’s suggested such a thing. As if the words aren’t making me want to grab fistfuls of his dark hair and shove his face between my thighs.

Concerned, he pulls back. “Do you not want to do this?”

The air grows cold around me from his sudden distance. His large, warm body is too far from my bare legs and I reach for his shirt, tugging him back. “I do. I just… I’m not used to this.”

“Used to what?”

I shrug, darting my eyes away, too embarrassed to answer.

“Dirty talk?” he asks.

While focusing my gaze on the olive slope of his skin that disappears beneath his collar, I flinch.

“Jane, you’re driving me fucking crazy here.” He pinches my lower lip with his thumb and leader, pulling it out of my bite. “You know there’s nothing to be shy about, right?” He waits for me to nod before continuing. “This can’t happen if you’re not honest with me.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

“What does that mean?”

“You being a player and all.”

He leans in, his waist pushing between my knees, and cups my cheek with his hand. “Honey, I’m not a player.”

I wonder when these nicknames started and arch an eyebrow, earning his smirk.

“Sure, I like casual sex,” he says. “But everyone I sleep with knows that.”

Distracted by his thumb tracing the curve of my knee, I avoid his eyes. “Do they?”

“Yes, they do. And you know what they all have in common?”

I shake my head, holding back from saying serious confidence issues, because, hello, look at me.

“They told me exactly what they wanted.”

I swallow hard. “And you always did what they wanted?”

“Of course.”

I glance up. Again, my eyebrow lifts. There is no way he’s being honest. “You never have sex for purely selfish reasons?”

His brow dips. “Getting a woman off? Doing something she wants? Feeding her fantasies while indulging mine?” He bites his lower lip hard and shakes his head. “There’s nothing sexier.”

The intensity of his fiery gaze seizes my capacity to breathe. He dips his chin and wets his lips before adding, “Tell me, Jane. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

All hushed and croaky, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I want you to go down on me.”

He cups his ear. “What was that? A little louder.”

His playful grin means he absolutely heard me. He squeezes my kneecaps, the heat of his skin against mine slowly prying them apart.

This time, I nearly shout the words. “I want your face between my thighs and your mouth on me.”

I hear his long inhale and watch his eyes turn to brimstone. “Why Jane, I thought you’d never ask.”

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