Crash Into My Heart (6 page)

Janice
dutifully
tipped
her head up
to him
. His
kiss was soft
, exploratory
. She kissed him back. He made an approving sound in his throat.

“
Open
for me.”

She d
id, surrendering to his steady invasion
of
her senses.
As his
firm
tongue slid into her mouth to explore, his hands spread across her stomach, one moving up and the other moving down.
His left hand cupped a breast and kneaded it while his right hand slid into the juncture of her thighs. His hands were so big, she thought.
So strong.

His nose bumped hers and she gasped in pain. He immediately pulled back.

“I hur
t you,” he said. “I’m sorry.” His hand left her breast and
stroked her cheek, a feather soft touch.

The pain eased and she laughed huskily.

“I guess I’m a bit beat up. I must look a mess.”

Adrian smiled d
own at her. “F
ishing for compliments? I’d have thought you’d get them in surplus.”

J
anice struggled to pull forward out of his arms, but he held her tight against him.

“I wasn’t fi
shing,” she mumbled defensively
. But damn, she’
d just
had her face punched out by an airbag. She felt like she’d gone twelve rounds in a boxing match with a much meaner opponent.

Adrian
shifted her body, turning
her
fully
to face him.

“You, Janice, are stunning.
Beautiful
.
Even with a fat lip, black eyes, and a crooked nose.”

“My nose isn’t crooked!”

“Are you sure?”

When she looked up into his eyes
, she noticed that they had
deep crinkles
at the edges.
S
omeone who laughed a lot.
Her
own
wrinkles
were
caused by worry. The one that ran across her forehead must have been showing because he kissed her
forehead,
then
soothed
it with his thumb. He
lightly traced
his thumb down her nose.

“I guess it is
straight.
Lovely and
aristocratic.”

“Thank you,” Janice whispered.

“Let’s
get you into
bed,” he said.

In a short second, Adrian was standing and had Janice
up
in his arms. She hooked her arm around his neck and hung on.

“Damn,
koulka
mou
. You need to eat more.”

“I eat plenty.”

“
Unhuh
,” he responded, sounding unconvinced
.

“What’s that
word
mean?
Scarecrow?”

“
Koulka
mou
?”
He smiled as he carried her back towards her bedroom. “I
t’s Greek. I
f you’re good, I might tell you sometime.”

***

Adrian wasn’t exaggerating. She weighed nothing. The woman needed to
up her calorie intake
. She wasn’t weak though. Her arm around his neck was strong.
She was bouncing back from the accident quickly.

As he carried her, her hip
pressed against his erection, t
he
one
he’d been sporting ever since she sighed during the back rub. The way her body had softened and relaxed under his fingers had been
damned
arousing
.

He pushed open the door to her bedroom, leaving the hall light on behind him. He’d like to
turn
the bedroom light on
too
,
but he
’d
had enough experience with women over
age
thirty to know they preferred soft lighting. Despite Janice’s misguided assumption that he
dated stereotypica
l
blonde
s
,
he preferred character over perfection. He didn’t have a type. He’d dated women with all
shapes
of bodies, each
in
dividual
,
origina
l
.
When he was younger, h
e
’d
considered it
a
personal
course of study
.
Regardless
of the woman’s shape
, h
e was rarely disappointed
in bed
,
if
the woman desired him in return.

Still, h
e
found himself especially appreciating
Janice’s
sylphic
figure
. He liked the disparity between his large, masculine body and her s
light
,
feminine
one. He felt powerful,
protective.

He
laid Janice across her bed
,
then
stood, looking
down at her. The
combination
of tenderness and desire surging through his body surprised him.

“I am staying
in here
with you, right?”

Janice
worried
her bottom lip as
she stared up, wide-eyed
.
Such huge blue eyes.

“
Yes
,” she said.

Adrian
undid
his
buttons in record time, shrugging out of the shirt
,
letting it fall to the floor at his feet.

She stared in admiration. He knew he looked
decent. Daily work
outs and an active life-style
kept him
in shape
.
He flexed his chest muscles and Janice’s mouth fell open.

“I want to touch
you
.” She raised her hand up towards him.

“Your turn.”

“What?”

“Take off your top.
I want to see you
.”

Janice suddenly scrambled up and started herding him towards the door.

“This is a bad idea. You have to leave.”

“Whoa! Hold on there, Annie-get-your-gun. What just happened?”

“I’m not ready for this.”

Adrian stopped and stood his ground. Janice pushed against him uselessly.

He guessed.

“You don’t
like your breasts?”

“
Let’s just say yours
are
better than mine.”

Adrian scooped her up,
carried her back to the bed and dumped her on it. He leaned down over her
,
caging her
.

“
Maybe I should
be the judge
.”

“I’ve had babies. Babies I
breast-fed
.
I’m thirty-three.
No
corrective
boob job
s
.”

“T
hank
Zeus
for that,” Adrian said as he tugged up her pajama top.

“No,” she
cried
.

He stopped.

“Janice,
k
oulka
.
This is silly. Let me take your top off.”

Janice lay
still
under him, contemplating.

“T
urn the
light off.”

“No
t going to happen
.”

No problem. He’
d
simply
kiss her into
agreement
.

It took longer than he anticipated, but slowly, she unbent under him. He ventured a hand o
nto her chest and she stiffened
but he
persisted in his kiss
es
. Gradually, she softened and even moaned. He worked
her
shirt up,
pausing
his
sensual
assault
on her lips
only long enough to t
ug the top over her head
.

He lowered himself to stretch out alongside her. He kept her mouth and mind busy with h
is kisses while he
explored her breasts. When she was quite breathless, he
kissed his way down her neck
to one of her breasts. They were medium-sized and soft.
So feminine.
He zeroed in on
one, sucking
it
into his mouth. He smiled
around her nipple
at her
moaned response
.

He moved to her other breast and gave it
similar
treatment
before
head
ing
lower
. He licked and nipped her flat stomach and her little belly button. He slipped his fingers underneath
her pajama bottoms
to
drag
them
down her hips and legs
.
Then she was
bare
to him
.

He leaned back and took in
the rounded breasts,
narrow waist, the
gentle
widening of her hips and the slim thighs that
continued
down to trim ankles and two
prett
y feet, the toe nails painted
rosy
red. He stroked her body reverently.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

He stood up and shucked his slacks, socks and shoes in record time and rejoined her on the bed
. Pressing his hard body against her
curves
threatened his self-
control. His cock pressed into her hip eagerly as he began kissing her agai
n, sliding his fingers down between h
er legs. He stroked
along the entrance of her vagina, petting the lips and circling
her clit
with his thumb
. Her
legs fell open.
He slipped a finger into her.
She was wet.
That
information terminated
his
self-control.

Adrian levered himself up
over
her, wedging his legs between hers and
positioned his cock against
her
entrance. She was slick and his penis slid about
,
frustrated
,
seeking
entry.

“Wait!”

Adrian groaned.

“I can’t.
Janice
, don’t say no now.”

“Protection?”

Shit.

“You’re not on the pill?”

“No,” Janice whispered.

Well, damn.
He was so far gone h
e hadn’t even
thought
about protection. He hadn’t slept with a woman without protectio
n in..
.
ever
.

He got up, dug
through
his
pocket
s
and pulled out his wall
et. Thank
heavens, there was one. The packaging was a bit worn. It’d been awhile since he’d had sex.
Working too much.
He ripped it open and rolled it on, remounting Janice, who’d watched him with bright eyes. Her legs were closed
again. He nudged them open once more
and sank down between he
r thighs, repositioning
for entry. He kissed her
. She was quiet
.

“Where have you gone?” he asked her,
pausing
.

“I’m here.”

“No, you’re not
. You
’
r
e
somewhere off in your head and you’ve left me here alone.
I
want
all of you.”