Page 26 of Securing Jane

“Can you do that?” she asked.

“Yes,” Storm said, even though he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of his answer. If the person behind the mail bomb was a former SEAL, or one of Creasy’s sailors, he might not be at liberty to give her any details, but he could give her as much information as possible to keep her safe and still retain confidentiality.

For the first time in his career, Storm knew he would breach security and tell her what she needed to know to keep herself safe…even if that meant he would get in trouble.

And just like that, Storm had a better understanding of what Phantom had felt when he’d disobeyed a direct order to head overseas and rescue Kalee Solberg.

“Come on,” Jane said softly. “You need food.”

Storm smiled when his stomach chose that moment to growl.

“See?” she said with a smile. Then she grabbed hold of his hand still on her face and tugged him deeper into her apartment.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze drop to her ass as she led him to the small table next to her kitchen. Jane had what some people might call a bubble butt. It seemed like such a derogatory term when others said it, but as he stared at her gorgeous body, he couldn’t agree. His hands itched to get ahold of her. To watch the fleshy globes shimmy and shake as he took her from behind. It was a visceral image, and Storm felt like an ass for even thinking it.

He and Jane weren’t that far in their relationship. Hell, they hadn’t even kissed yet. Really kissed. He shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her…and yet he couldn’t stop his mind from fantasizing about how beautiful she’d be lying under him, her brown hair fanned out on his pillow, her back arched with her luscious tits thrust up for his mouth. How she’d spread her legs for him, and how amazing her heat would feel around his cock.

“Storm?” she asked, and he forced his mind out of the gutter. Jane deserved more from him than base urges. He needed to be better.

“Yeah?”

“You looked like you were a million miles away,” she said.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted, and watched as she blushed. “I mean it.”

Jane shrugged. “I’m just me,” she told him. Something she’d said before.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed. Then, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sit across from her throughout dinner without thinking about touching her, kissing her, Storm tugged her toward him.

And once more she stumbled into him, her hands landing on his chest.

“This is our third date,” he reminded her.

And thank fuck she knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Looks like the world—and you—went and got itself in a big damn hurry,” she quipped.

Her quote from Brooks in Shawshank made him even harder. He raised an eyebrow, asking permission to kiss her.

In response, Jane went up on her tiptoes and put her hand on the back of his neck. She pulled him toward her, and the second their lips touched, Storm knew he was a goner.

He’d tried to tell himself that he should take things slow, but he’d been living in a fantasy world.

It seemed as if he’d been kissing this woman forever, but at the same time, he knew he’d never felt anything like this before in his life. Jane might do her best to fade into the background at work, but there was nothing timid about her actions at the moment. Her fingernails dug into the flesh at the back of his neck and made him shiver as he pulled her even closer.

Storm tilted his head in order to take her deeper, and at the same time he eased his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned, opening wider to let him in. He couldn’t help but imitate what he’d been fantasizing about earlier, kissing her harder, plunging his tongue in and out of her mouth in a crude facsimile of sex.

And Jane took everything he gave her. She sucked on his tongue and groaned when he nipped her lower lip before sinking inside her mouth once more.

How long they stood by her table making out Storm had no idea, but it wasn’t until he felt a little light-headed from lack of oxygen that he pulled back a fraction.

Jane immediately lowered her head. He felt her inhale deeply as if trying to take his essence inside her body…then her hot tongue licked the tendon at the side of his neck. Storm’s cock was rock hard and digging into her belly, but Jane didn’t flinch away from him. No, there was nothing shy about Jane at that point of time, and Storm fucking loved it.

Just when he felt her hands brushing down the sides of the polo shirt he’d changed into before heading to her house, his stomach once more made its emptiness known by growling long and loud.

Amazingly, Jane giggled against him, and Storm could feel every puff of air against the sensitive skin of his neck…which did nothing to cool his ardor.

“I need to feed you,” Jane said as she lifted her head.