A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [6]
She whipped her blouse over her head and sent it sailing across the room, coming within inches of landing in the small wastepaper basket. She glanced over at Brian and when he lifted an amused brow, she could only throw her head back and laugh while reaching behind her to remove her bra.
His breathing changed when her breasts were freed. She heard it and as she studied the way his chest was moving, she saw it. She kicked off her sandals and seductively leaned back to make it easier to remove her slacks. She worked out often, so she was proud of her body.
She loved the way Brian was looking at her, letting her know he liked her body, as well. His gaze darkened and his erection grew, revealing, unashamedly, just how much he liked it.
When she was completely naked she sat back on her haunches in the middle of her bed and smiled at him. She flung her head back, tossing her hair wildly around her shoulders, met his gaze and asked, “Think you can handle this?”
He smiled. “I’m going to try.” And then he reached for her, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.
Brian thought there was nothing like making love to a woman who was more than your other half. The woman who could make you fight reaching an orgasm just from her feminine scent alone. A woman who was driven with a need just as fierce as your own.
She was kissing him back with a passion he felt all the way to his toes, but he especially felt it around the head of his shaft, right there, that part that wanted to connect with her in the most primitive way. She could ignite feelings and emotions in him that were almost overwhelming. The first time he experienced it, he’d been tempted to haul ass as far away from her as he could get. He’d been completely convinced she’d cast a spell on him, used some sort of witchery to literally bring him to his knees.
But he didn’t run as he’d been tempted to do. He’d been too intrigued, too determined to discover what it was about Erica that made her different from all the others. And after spending time with her he’d found the answer. She was just as alluring out of the bedroom as she was inside it. She didn’t have a pretentious bone in her body. She was totally genuine and he loved her.
Amazing, how he loved her.
And with that thought embedded deep in his mind as well as in his heart, he continued to kiss her, enjoying the way she was kissing him back with a combination of heat and passion.
His hands roamed all over her body as he angled his head to kiss her even deeper, needing to touch her, reacquaint his hands with her heated skin and the parts of her he could never forget. Never intended to forget. There was an urgency within him that he felt and knew she felt, as well.
The phone on her nightstand began ringing and he pulled his mouth from hers. She was flat on her back as he loomed over her. “Do you need to get that?” he asked.
She blinked as if hearing the ringing phone for the first time and then she shook her head. “It’s probably Mom. I’ll call her back later.”
And then she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth back down to hers. A rush of profound desire filled him to capacity, made his entire manhood ache in a way that only she could. Made him feel like one greedy bastard with a need to get inside her, be enveloped in her hot heat, her inner muscles clenching him in a way that could make him growl.
Like he was doing now.
She recognized the sound, knew what it meant, and it seemed her body prepared for what was to come. Her response only fueled his need as he leaned back and flipped her on her belly, and then his mouth went to work. He needed to taste her all over, every inch of her skin, top to bottom, inside and out.
He felt her shiver when his tongue did a hot sweep up her spine, over her buttocks and thighs. And when he flipped her on her back and continued the torment with his mouth to her breasts, licking the dark nipples, before sucking the hard pebbles into his mouth, he couldn’t help but feel the desperation