Take Me 01 - Love Me

position justice, but something told him Janica could not only take him like this, but that it would give her at least as much pleasure as it gave him.
    He was right there, about to shoot his load into the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, when he saw the moisture coming from the corners of her eyes.
    No!
    He'd hurt her.
    “Oh God, Janica, I'm sorry,” he said, his words all rushing together as he tried to get his body to obey his brain and get out of her incredibly hot, tight body.
    The tiny body he was ripping in two.
    But before he could do anything at all, her hands were on his face.
    “I love you, Luke.” More tears flowed, making her next words thick as she said again, “I love you so much.”
    Her declaration was one thing too many for him to process and even as his body took in more stimuli than it ever had before, he could feel his brain—and heart—starting to shut down.
    But then, somehow, he was wiping away her tears and she was turning her face into his palm and gently kissing the inside of his hand. His body started moving again, driving back in, then out of her in hard strokes, completely of its own volition.
    “Love me, Luke,” she begged him, and then they were shifting on the bed so that her body was pressed lengthwise against his and her legs were coming around his hips again and she was pulling his mouth down onto hers and he was kissing her like he'd never kissed another woman.
    Like she was his first, his last, and everything in between.
    And then, with her tongue stroking his, her hands warm and strong on his back, he detonated with a roar of pleasure, any thoughts of hurting her obliterated beneath his explosive release. Somewhere in there he realized she was coming again, crying out his name as her body tensed then released in ecstasy.
    Making love to Janica Ellis was beyond amazing. Worlds better than incredible.
    Being with her was simply mind-blowing.
    But later, what struck him as the most amazing thing of all was not that she'd been able to take all of him and then some.
    It wasn't even that she'd used the word “love.”
    It was how right it was to pull her into his arms, how good it felt to have her curl into the protective curve of his body.
    And how natural and easy it was to fall immediately into the deep, healing sleep he so desperately needed.

Chapter Eight

    Luke woke to a dark bedroom.
    Janica's bedroom.
    Apart from the fact that she must have gotten up to turn off the light at some point, they hadn't moved for hours. Still curled into his body, Janica's breathing was even, her back to his chest. Her ass was softly pressing against his groin, her breasts resting against his forearm.
    He couldn't have gotten more than three or four hours of sleep and yet he felt better than he did after a full night's rest.
    Almost as if being with Janica had restored him in some elemental way.
    Shifting slightly in her sleep, her butt cheeks slid against his hard-on. His body wanted badly to take over, to shift her another inch so that he could experience all of that slick warmth again.
    He'd never wanted anything more than to take her again.
    She shifted again, almost right where he wanted her, but just as he was about to give in to his baser desires, just as he had only hours ago, he suddenly heard her voice in his head, as clearly as if she were speaking aloud.
    I love you, Luke.
    If she hadn't said those words to him, if he could have pretended she was no different than any other woman he'd been with...
    Damn it.
    She wasn't just anyone. She was his best friend's little sister. She was his sister-in-law.
    And she thought she was in love with him.
    What had he done?

    * * *

    Janica felt Luke shift beside her as he worked to slide his arm out from beneath her frame.
    Her heart started pounding. Hard.
    In the real world where things made sense and she stayed on one side of the playground while Luke stayed on the other, she knew he was right to leave. That whatever had happened between them was all wrong.
    But, God, it had felt so right.
    Better than right.
    Perfect.
    And in the dark, in the aftermath of those moments when he'd called her sweetheart and looked into her eyes as if he really and truly cared about her, all she knew was that she would die inside if he left.
    “Stay.”
    He stilled, like a thief caught in the act.
    And maybe he was a thief, she thought. Because somehow, when she wasn't looking, he'd snuck in and stolen her heart.
    Damn him.
    Seductively,