A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [7]
The next minutes consisted of seduction in its most sensuous form, both sweet and raw, and by the time his mouth settled between her legs, using his tongue to excite her even more, to make her squirm in sensual need beneath his mouth, something inside of him nearly broke.
Being here with her, loving her this way was the reason he had nearly driven himself crazy reworking his schedule to make it here before the weekend. The flight had been torturous. All he could think about was what he would do to her when he saw her, how her body would react while he made love to her.
“Brian!”
He recognized the tone of her voice, knew what it meant, and he pulled his mouth from her and eased his body in position over hers, parting her thighs in the process. “I’m here, baby.”
And with one smooth thrust, he was inside of her. For a minute he stayed still, needing to absorb the feel of being planted inside of her, feeling the way her inner muscles clenched him greedily as if trying to milk everything out of him.
Then he began moving, withdrawing and thrusting again, over and over, listening as her whimpers turned into murmurs and then groans. No woman knew how to take him in like she could.
She was with him all the way, never missing a beat as he made love to her the way he was driven to do, the way he knew she expected. The next time they would go slow, savor the moment. But for now it was fast and voracious. Hard. Relentless. No restrictions.
At that moment he couldn’t imagine his life without her. He wondered how he’d made it before he’d met her, and knew it didn’t matter now. She was here, in his life, in his arms, sharing his body while he rocked within her, and he knew at that moment August couldn’t come fast enough to suit him.
He took her mouth again and she gasped the moment he did so, causing a firestorm of emotions to erupt within him. He thrust deeper, harder, and when she screamed his name, his senses shattered and his erection exploded. The hot release that shot from him into her, mixing with her juices, made him pull back his mouth to suck in a deep satisfying breath. He inhaled the scent of sex—raw, primitive and edgy.
One hell of an orgasm ripped through them, wrapped them in a cocoon of sensations, enveloped them in something so deep and absolute he knew she was an element in his life that he needed just as much as he needed his next breath.
And as they slowly began drifting back down to earth, he knew they would rest up a bit and then do this all over again. He was looking forward to it.
Chapter Two
“Erica isn’t answering her phone, Wilson. I think I’ll call Griffin and ask that he go over there and check on her,” Karen Sanders said, tossing the words to her husband who stood on the other side of the living room about to pour a glass of scotch. For years this particular room served as the place the two of them would retire after dinner.
Lately, however, she couldn’t help noticing their paths crossed increasingly infrequently, especially since Erica had moved out. There was less conversation between her and Wilson these days, although she would be the first to admit during the thirty years of their marriage there had never been much dialogue anyway.
Their marriage had not been one of love, but over the years they’d put up a good front and tried to make the best of it. Now without Erica there to motivate the pretense, such a charade was no longer needed…at least not in private. It was as it was. He’d been born a Sanders and she a Delbert. Their parents had planned their futures and they’d had no say in the matter. That’s the way things had been and she fully understood the importance of preserving one’s family heritage, especially when it was a distinguished one such as theirs.
Instead of hanging up the phone she immediately began dialing the number of the man she’d always assumed would one day be her son-in-law. As far as she was concerned, engaged or not, there was still hope that Erica would come to her senses.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, Karen.”
She