A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [58]
And she planned on doing just that. She would be a fool not to. Especially when he was the man she had loved for so long. She shivered at just how long she’d wanted him. How long he had invaded her dreams. How long he had made any man insignificant compared to him.
She could tell from the deep penetrating look he was giving her that he was waiting for her response. “What’s stopping you?”
His smile widened. “Nothing. At least not anymore,” he whispered. And then he lowered his mouth to hers and began brushing soft kisses across her lips, before taking the hot tip of his tongue and tracing her mouth from side to side.
April felt a moan churning deep in her throat that caused her lips to part at the same time her eyelids fluttered closed. And when he slid his tongue between her parted lips, he immediately began tasting her so deeply and exploring her mouth so thoroughly that she felt her knees weaken.
He opened his mouth fully over hers as if to absorb every single thing about her, and she returned the kiss in the only way she knew how. The way she had done in her dreams so many times, with equal intensity and undiluted pleasure.
Desire flared through her and the pulse in her neck was beating like crazy as he continued plundering her mouth with a hunger she didn’t know could exist in a man. He tilted her head back to get even more of what he was putting down. And what he was so greedily taking. And then with one last, deep lick across her mouth he pulled his lips from hers.
“Griffin…”
His name was a droning ache off her lips and, before she could catch her breath, he bent and swept her off her feet. “I hope you’re ready for me, April North,” he whispered against her mouth.
If only he knew just how long she’d waited. “I am.”
The thought of how ready she was began filtering through her mind as he moved toward the bedroom. Everything was happening so fast that she couldn’t think, but then she really didn’t want to think. Tonight, all she wanted to do was feel.
Never had the need to make love to any woman been so essential, Griffin thought, placing April on the huge bed. Needing to taste her once more, he leaned down and settled his mouth on hers, as his tongue savored every inch of her mouth with a tenderness he hadn’t known he was capable of displaying.
Her scent deluged him with full awareness and he took his time, coaxing her to tangle her tongue with his and then duel with it. His erection pressed hard against his zipper, throbbing mercilessly, and he knew what he needed to do to provide it some relief.
He broke off the kiss and gazed down at her. April was draining him of everything and still demanding more. She lay back against the bed cushions, wearing the same outfit that she’d had when she’d walked across the stage. The same outfit that had driven a number of men tonight nearly out of their minds.
But she was here with him and, before the sun rose in the morning, he planned on doing the one thing he’d wanted to do for years. Make her his in such a way that she could never belong to anyone else.
Deciding he wouldn’t wait any longer, he reached out and, when she took his hand, he tugged her to the center of the bed and began undressing her, removing piece by sensual piece. When she was down to just her thong, he raked his gaze over her, zeroing in on the perfection of her breasts. The nipples were dark, swollen, delicious-looking and he licked his lips as he continued to stare at them, already tasting them, already feeling the way his tongue would wrap around them, draw them in between his lips, suck them into his mouth.
His erection felt hard, even more distended, and it was throbbing with a need to get inside of her. He reached out and lifted her legs and using the tip of his fingers he skimmed what there was of the silky material and slid his fingers beneath.
She let out a pleasurable sigh when he touched her flesh, feeling her moist heat, using the tip of his finger to stir her juices. She moaned when he began easing the thong off her, and when he’d removed