A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [70]
“Stop squirming around so much,” he warned, pulling his mouth from hers to whisper against her moist lips.
“Why?” she asked, smiling.
“Why you think?” he asked, knowing she had gotten used to his erections by now. It didn’t take much to arouse him where she was concerned.
“I like hot sex. I like you. You’re beginning to grow on me,” she teased.
A smile touched the corners of his lips. “I like hot sex, too, and I like you. And I know all about growing on you. If I expand any more I’m going to do irreparable damage to my zipper.”
She glanced down at his lap. “Show me what’s growing.”
He didn’t give her a chance to recant her request as he tumbled her back on the sofa while standing up to quickly remove his jeans, T-shirt and boxer shorts.
“Oh, my, Mr. Hayes, you’re truly a Mr. Big,” she said, giving his manhood an eyeful.
“So you say.”
She chuckled and reached down and caught hold of his shaft. He knew she felt it thickening in her hand. Her smile widened. “So I know.”
Not giving him time to say anything else, she covered his mouth with hers and he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. He pulled back and whispered, “You’ve got on too many clothes.”
“Umm, earlier today you thought I had on too little clothes.”
He smiled remembering the bikini she’d worn during her photo shoot. Just thinking about how she looked in it made sensations race through his groin. She felt him grow some more and laughed before pressing the palm of her hand against his chest, sending him tumbling backward.
Moving quickly, she stripped out of her shorts and blouse. He watched her hungrily. “No panties and bra?” he asked when she returned to ease her naked body over his body.
“Around you, why bother?” Without hesitation, she eased her moist heat down on his manhood.
“I like this,” she said in a low, husky tone that heated his blood. Made him tingle with all kinds of sensations as he drove deep inside of her. He lifted his hips off the sofa for deeper penetration.
“I like that, too,” she then added.
He could feel himself swelling inside of her and when she glanced down and met his gaze he figured it was going to be one of those days that she intended to ride him until he went crazy.
“I like you,” she whispered.
He opened his mouth and his voice caught in his throat. The response he had been about to make to her was, “And I love you.”
He sucked in a deep breath instead when the truth of his emotions overtook him with a vengeance. He did love her and he might as well tell her. “I don’t just like you, April. I’ve fallen in love with you.”
He watched her eyes flicker when she realized what he’d said. Her body went still, but her inner muscles clamping hard on him didn’t let up any. And then he saw something form in her eyes he hadn’t expected. Tears.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetheart.”
“But you told me you loved me,” she said as a couple of tears fell down on his chest.
“Would you rather I not tell you? Did you want to think all I want from you is sex? I couldn’t do that. To me you’re too honest, clean and pure. You’re nothing like those other women I’ve messed around with.”
“But I didn’t think you would fall in love with me.”
He smiled. “Well, I did. And I didn’t tell you that to make you express feelings for me that I know you don’t feel yet, but I—”
“Don’t feel? I’ve loved you forever, Griffin Hayes!”
Now it was his gaze that flickered. He was totally startled. “What?”
“You heard me. I can’t recall a time that I haven’t loved you.”
He swallowed thickly. “I never knew.”
More tears fell. “It wasn’t meant for you to know. I wasn’t sure how things were between you and Erica and she was my best friend. Besides, Mrs. Sanders would have banished me off the face of the earth if she thought I had fallen for the guy she wanted Erica to marry.”
He held her gaze.