A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [56]
And that was the root of her problem. She had gone to bed for an entire week dreaming, fantasizing and craving another woman’s husband, and as unbelievable as it seemed, she could not help herself.
She stood up to stretch, feeling the tenderness in her breasts and remembering when Wilson’s mouth had tasted her there, how his tongue had latched onto her nipples, drawing them into his mouth and sucking in a way that made her pelvic muscles contract. But his mouth hadn’t stopped there. He had tasted her all over and when he slid his tongue inside of her, right between her legs…
Gracious!
She eased back in bed and turned off the light knowing the dreams would come again tonight. In them Wilson would be free to give her all the loving she wanted, all she needed, over and over again.
Although the sex between them had been good, there had also been his charisma, his charm, the way he could have a woman eating out of his hands with his appeal. There was such an allure about him that she’d been fascinated, captivated to know it was truly real and not a put-on. If he’d been single he would definitely be a man she would want to get to know…and share a bed with again.
The ringing of her phone almost made her jump and she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was late but not too late to get a call from Brian and, assuming it was him, she reached out and picked up the phone.
“Brian, I thought you were going to play cards well into the night with Beau and Charles.”
“Hello, Rita. This isn’t Brian. It’s Wilson.”
She drew a deep surprised breath. “Wilson?”
“Yes.”
She swallowed deeply. This was the first time they’d ever spoken on the phone and she found his voice to be far sexier than she should have. Her heart began beating fast in her chest and the mere fact he was on the phone had heat stirring a place between her legs he had touched, tasted and taken. “Wilson, how did you get my number and why are you calling me?”
“I got your number from Erica, although I had to make up a lie to get it. I told her I wanted to pass it on to my secretary, since someone I knew might be interested in the services your company provides.”
He paused a second and then said, “And as to the reason why I’m calling, I think you know the answer to that, Rita. When I woke up that morning you were gone. Why didn’t you wake me to at least say good-bye?”
She lowered her head and closed her eyes. She had wanted to do that and to thank him for a night she’d known she would remember forever. But she hadn’t been able to make herself do it. What they’d done was wrong and there was no need to compound that wrong or try finding an excuse.
She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness of her room. “I think we both know the answer to that. What we did was wrong.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment and then spoke. “I wish I could have regrets, Rita, but I don’t. God knows I’ve tried. If only you knew what you gave me that night, and no, it wasn’t just sex. You actually made me feel like a man again. A man who now knows he has emotions, that he has a sex drive he thought had long ago been destroyed.”
She shook her head, not understanding what he was saying but determined not to accept excuses for what they’d done.
“I’ve been thinking of you,” he said huskily. “Maybe I shouldn’t, but I have. I need to see you again.”
“No, what we did is wrong. The next time you see me will be when my son and your daughter get married. I hope you’ll be able to forgive yourself the way I’m trying to forgive myself. Think of how we’ve betrayed Karen.”
“My relationship with Karen is not that way and hasn’t been for over twenty years. It was her choice and not mine. Lately, I’ve been thinking of asking for a divorce.”
“No!” she blurted out and felt her heart beating fast. “No, please don’t do that because of what we did. I would hate myself more than I do now.”
“You shouldn’t hate yourself. If only you knew the hell of a marriage I’ve endured