A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [84]
He also knew the exact moment she began returning his kiss, mating her mouth ardently with his. Slowly and determinedly he kissed her, letting her know in this sensual exchange just what she meant to him and how much love he had in his heart and in his soul for her.
He wished he could erase the past twelve hours from his mind and from hers, but he knew he couldn’t. However, it wasn’t in the forefront and that was enough for now. The only thing his thoughts were centered on was the woman in his arms. Fully and completely.
Moments later he pulled his mouth from hers and his gaze automatically drifted downward to the fullness of her lips, still moist from their kiss. And as he watched them, they moved in a soundless appeal. “Make love to me, Brian.”
Before she could release her next breath, he swooped her into his arms and headed for the bedroom.
She needed him tonight.
That was the foremost thought on Erica’s mind when Brian placed her on the bed and stood back to begin removing his clothes. He would spend hours and hours making love to her first with a tenderness that would bring tears to her eyes and then with a hot, primitive rhythm, that would have her begging for more. It was always that way with them and she knew tonight would not be any different.
He had taken off his shirt, tossed it aside and was now standing there, broad shouldered, heavy muscled and bare chested, fidgeting with the belt on his jeans and looking sexier than any man had a right to look.
A part of her hadn’t wanted him to come but then another part was glad that he had. Her mother wanted her not only to postpone the wedding but to give him up completely. She knew it was the pain of all that had happened that was making Karen issue such demands, but the declaration had hurt nonetheless. The thought of never having Brian in her life was too depressing to think about, too mind-boggling to consider.
He was now totally naked and the lamp’s light illuminated his dark skin, sculpted muscles and the deep set of his dark eyes, staring at her with a hunger that she felt all the way to the pit of her stomach. Her inner muscles clenched in response and she could feel her panties getting wet just from his intense gaze. It was tantalizingly heated and when he suddenly took a swipe of his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, she knew that before the night was over, he would lick every inch of her body.
“You want me to take off my clothes?”
The question she asked was a needless one since she knew just how much he enjoyed watching her strip.
He only nodded while watching her with eyes filled with both love and lust.
Pulling up on her haunches she slowly removed her blouse and tossed it aside, then took off her bra. She saw the heated lust flare in his eyes when he lowered his gaze to her chest and saw the fullness of the twin globes before him. He’d always complimented her on her breasts, always said they could make him hard just thinking about all the things he could do to them.
And he was getting hard. His body was responding right before her eyes, as his gaze appeared glued to her breasts. His stare was like a physical caress, a raw and naked hunger that she could actually feel. There seemed to be a strong electrical current in the room, one that was crackling all over her body, making certain areas sensitive and achy.
Her gaze traveled down his body to concentrate on his manhood. Looking down at such an extraordinary male object—one of her most ardent desires—she could distinctly remember the taste of him and the memory literally made the area between her legs throb. Shifting down on her hips, she kicked off her sandals to remove her slacks and her barely-there panties soon followed. And there she was, fully exposed to his hungry eyes and she actually trembled in response to them.
He moved toward the bed, walking toward her with the confidence of