What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Page A

hundred and forty-five extra pounds.
    Iron Tiki Torches blazed along the way, their flames frantic in the ocean breeze. A couple close to her age strolled hand in hand toward the main resort area, their wide gazes locked on her and Zade. Well, she thought they were close to her age. It was hard to tell through her hair swinging in and out of her line of sight.
    She laughed and waved. “Nothing to worry about. Just a little enthusiastic and out of control.”
    Zade smacked her butt.
    “ Ack!”
    The couple cast a quick glance back in their direction and quickened their steps.
    Heat from Zade’s palm soothed the sting he’d left behind. “Enthusiastic, huh?”
    “ Well, they looked like they were ready to call the police,” she said.
    “ They’ve been staying at Gypsy Cove all week, babe. They probably thought we were on our way to an orgy.” He stomped up the steps to the bungalow and ducked inside, careful to watch her head. Barely pausing to click on a table lamp, he strode to the bedroom and playfully tossed her to the bed.
    Her breath huffed out on a startled laugh and her hair spilled over her face. “Well.” She shoved the wild mess out of her eyes and froze.
    Zade stood at the foot of the bed, his button down already tossed aside and his khakis sliding past his hips. The lamp cast a muted glow behind him, outlining his muscular form in perfect definition.
    “ I take it we’re skipping foreplay?” She’d meant it to sound mischievous, but it came out closer to Lauren Bacall demanding dessert. Which made sense. Everything about his physique made a woman want to indulge. To touch, taste, and explore every taut expanse and delectable ridge.
    He tossed his black boxer briefs to join the rest of the hastily built clothes pile and straightened.
    Amazing. A man no breathing woman would pass by without a second glance, no matter their sexual orientation. He was a living work of art.
    He rubbed the heel of his hand above his heart. Four days she’d spent with him, and she still hadn’t figured out what it meant. It was so absentminded, so reflexive in appearance, she wasn’t sure he realized he did it. “See something you like?”
    Everything. More than his body. She liked him. His thoughtfulness. The way he’d encouraged her to open up. To consider a life beyond what was expected and lose control. Could she do the same for him?
    He planted a knee on the bed to join her.
    She scrambled upright and stopped him with a palm to his chest. Urging him back a few steps, she stood before him and stroked the space above his heart. “I see something I like very much.”
    “ I’m all yours. Whatever you want.” His powerful hands settled on her hips. Firm, but careful. Cautious.
    “ Whatever I want?”
    “ Anything.”
    Her heart stumbled and her hands trembled. She could do this. No, she wasn’t young and defying gravity in all the right places, but she was still sexy. Mature and wise. Zade had shown her that. She caressed his defined pecs and circled his dark nipples. “I thought we could change things up.”
    “ Do I still get to strip you and find all the right spots to make you dance in bed?”
    Pressing against him, she kissed his sternum and breathed in his scent. Dominant, and yet welcoming. An olfactory promise of the primitive beast trapped inside. “Maybe in a little bit. I thought I’d explore a little first.”
    “ Not sure I like that plan as much as mine.”
    She swayed her hips side to side, teasing his cock with her skirt’s soft linen. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten undressed.”
    His hands tightened and a low rumble bubbled up his throat. “A good dance always turn you this naughty?”
    “ I don’t know. I can’t remember the last time I danced.” Slowly, she dropped to her knees, dragging her palms down his torso, ghosting across the V at his hips, and resting them against his powerful thighs. With her lips only an inch or two from his straining erection, she let out a shaky