Page 40 of The House on Blueberry Lane

“I’m positive. So, tell me what you want, Velvet.”

Their gazes held for the longest time, and the way she was looking at him made him more aware of her than ever. If she could read the look in his eyes, then she would know the depth of his love for her. His desire and his need.

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Yes, I really want you to tell me what you want,” he said.

She nodded and said in a soft voice, “I want you to take care of my sexual cravings, Jaye.”

Standing, he extended his hand to her. She took it and he gently pulled Velvet to her feet and then swept her into his arms.

SHE GAVE HIM directions to her bedroom and after he placed her on the bed, he stepped back, and she watched as he removed his jacket and tie.

“The only question I need to ask you is how you want it, Velvet? Hard or easy?”

She swallowed. Jaye hadn’t done it easy with her since that first time when he’d discovered she was a virgin. After that, they’d gone straight into hard. And hard was the way she preferred it. “You know how I like it, Jaye.”

“Yes, but I want you to tell me. I won’t assume anything with you.”

She wondered why. “Physically, my needs are the same, Jaye. Emotionally, they are not. Unlike before, I know what not to expect from our intimacy.” She’d tacked on the latter as a reminder that he didn’t have to worry about her wanting and expecting more like she had before.

And just in case he needed further clarity, she said, “Sex is all I want from you.” Was she mistaken or had something just flashed through his eyes? It was as if what she’d said had disturbed him. There was no reason it should have so she must have been mistaken.

“If hard is the way you want it, sweetheart, then hard is how you’ll get it.”

Sweetheart? Now why did he have to go there and use that term of endearment? He’d used it when they were together before, but in the end he’d proved he hadn’t meant anything by it. Her biggest mistake was in thinking he had.

He came close to the bed and pulled her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed to the back of her mind the fact that she was about to do something with him that—since the day she left Phoenix—she thought she’d never do again.

He leaned in and slanted his mouth over hers, and the moment their lips touched, her entire body came alive. Although they had kissed twice Monday night, and one of those had resulted in her first orgasm in two years, she knew sharing a bed and getting the total sexual experience with Jaye was different.

His tongue was moving inside her mouth so seductively and with painstaking precision. He deepened the kiss, just the way she liked, and wound his tongue around hers, reminding her just how well Jaye could kiss.

Then there came the part when he totally possessed her mouth. He locked his lips to hers and she barely remembered to breathe. And with a mind of their own, her hips began moving, grinding passionately against his hard erection.

When the intensity of his kiss had her stomach trembling, he suddenly broke off and stared down at her with enough hot desire in his eyes to melt her bones.

Heat simmered through her veins, his masculine scent flooded her nostrils, and the throbbing sensation between her legs grew so intense she moaned. Why was he just standing there, looking at her that way? The look in his eyes only made her hotter.

“Why did you stop kissing me, Jaye?” She didn’t want to sound needy, but she desperately wanted to know.

“Because I know where the kiss was headed and there are other parts of you I ache to explore besides your mouth. Like I told you, Velvet. It’s been two years for me, too, and I’m having sexual cravings as well.”

UNABLE TO WAIT any longer, Jaye took a step back and began removing his shirt, knowing she was watching his every move. When he heard her breath catch, he met her gaze and the sexual chemistry between them was as explosive as it had ever been.

He sat down in a nearby chair to remove his shoes and socks. Then he stood and their gazes held as he began unzipping his pants. It didn’t take long to ease them down his thighs and legs, along with his briefs. He heard her moan when he stood before her totally naked.

When she made a move to take off her top, he said, “No. I want to undress you, Velvet.” He wondered if his words made her remember all those other times that he had undressed her and all the things he would do to her while doing so.

When she nodded her consent, he slowly moved to the bed as his gaze roamed over her, wondering where he should start. By the time he reached her bed, he had decided to begin at her feet and work his way up, saving the middle for last.

Lifting each leg, he removed her slippers, and then slowly began massaging first one foot and then the other. She had such dainty feet and she’d always taken good care of them. Her toes were painted a bright coral to match the color of her fingernails. Then while she watched, he licked her toes. She knew what that meant. There was no part of her body he didn’t intend to taste tonight.

He wouldn’t say he had a foot fetish, but he would say that he hadn’t desired to get intimate with a woman’s feet until Velvet. There was just something about nibbling her heels and ankles that was a huge turn-on for him. From her prior responses, it had been one for her. He wanted to see if it still was.

He took his time and tasted her feet while holding her gaze. He knew when her breathing pattern changed and how she was clutching the bedspread, she was close. One night, he’d made her come just from sucking her toes.

“Jaye...”

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