Stormy Vows - Iris Johansen [138]
His dark eyes shuttered, Jake leaned against the door and regarded her mockingly. “Having second thoughts?” he asked. “It's too late for that, redhead. I'm not going to let you go again.”
She felt a wave of shyness wash over her under that mocking gaze. She wished he'd take her in his arms again. She felt no shyness or discomfort when he was making love to her, only the throbbing need and the ecstasy of being close to him.
She lowered her eyes and whispered, “No second thoughts. I want you to make love to me, Jake.”
Impulsively he took a step toward her, his hands reaching out to bring her into his arms. He stopped before he touched her, and shook his head ruefully. “Not yet. Once I begin, I'm not going to be able to stop. I don't want your first time to turn you off.” His dark eyes gleamed mockingly. “I intend for there to be many more.”
He moved away from the door, shrugged off his white jacket, and placed it on a hanger in the closet. He turned back to her, his hands slowly unbuttoning his white shirt while his eyes went over her in frank enjoyment. “Remind me to buy you something more sophisticated in nightwear,” he said casually. “That outfit makes me feel like a child molester.”
Jane turned away and gingerly sat down on the black-velvet-covered bed, feeling suddenly inadequate. What was she doing here? she wondered desperately. He was used to the most talented and versatile lovers in the world. Jake Dominic was bound to find her inexperience laughable.
She turned to look at him, her golden eyes troubled. “Jake, what do you want with me?”
He chuckled, his dark eyes dancing, as he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and stripped it off. “Trust a woman to ask a question whose answer is so blatantly self-evident.” His expression turned thoughtful. “No, that isn't what you mean, is it?” He stepped out of his shiny black dress shoes. “How long did you think I could say no to you?” he asked quietly. “No one in his right mind would describe me as having a taste for self-sacrifice, and I'm quite obsessed with you. You obviously want to play at being in love with me and to taste what life as Jake Dominic's mistress is like.” He smiled cynically. “This will probably be the quickest way of showing you what a mistake you're making.” He padded over to where she sat on the bed, and his hand lightly caressed the curve of her cheek. “It will certainly be the most pleasurable way for me.”
Her golden eyes clung to his as she rubbed her cheek against his hand like an affectionate kitten. “I do love you,” she insisted quietly. She smiled tenderly into the dark intensity of his face. “It's only fair to warn you that you won't get rid of me easily.”
For a moment there was an odd vulnerability in the depths of Jake's eyes, before it was replaced by the familiar mockery. “I think I have a fairly accurate idea of what makes you tick, redhead.” His voice was tinged with bitterness. “I'll be willing to wager that in a month's time you'll be running for your life.”
Jane's eyes met his with such glorious serenity that he caught his breath. “You'll lose,” she whispered. “Believe me, you'll lose.”
Her small hands reached out to caress the bronze, hair-roughened bareness of his chest. The wiry hair on her sensitive palms generated a deliciously sensual tingle. “You'll have to tell me what to do,” she said huskily. “Am I supposed to be getting undressed or something?”
He looked down at her inquiring hands, which were now gently teasing his hard male nipples. “I'd say you're doing pretty well without instructions,” he said dryly, his crooked eyebrow arching with humor. “As for the other, I've always had a fondness for opening my own surprise packages.”
“I'll turn out the lights,” she said with breathless shyness, and made a move to rise.
His hands curved around her shoulders and gently pushed her back on the bed. “No way!” His voice was hoarse. “I want to see every