Bachelor Unleashed - Brenda Jackson [28]
Then he turned toward her. “You have on too many clothes,” he whispered in a deep, husky voice.
“Mainly to stay warm. I get cold easily,” was her response.
“I promised to keep you warm, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but that was last night.”
He began unbuttoning her coat. “That promise stands whenever we’re together.”
Farrah drew in a deep breath as she studied his face. His gaze was focused on every button he was opening as if what he was doing was a very important task. She knew she should probably tell him that when it came to promises from men, she found they didn’t hold water, so he didn’t have to waste his time making one that he expected her to believe. But for some reason she couldn’t say it. Not when he had kept her warm last night. And not when he was taking his time now, handling her like she was a piece of fine china. He was opening each button slowly, with painstaking deliberateness, as if he was about to expose something beneath her coat other than the short blue dress she was wearing.
The dress might be short, true enough, but her black leather boots were long, stopping at her knees. Did he intend to remove them as well? Would she let him? Before she could think further on that question, he whispered, “Now scoot up a bit so I can work your arms out of the sleeves.”
Like a dutiful child, she did what she was told. When she leaned forward, she placed her hand on his thigh and almost snatched it back when she felt his hard erection. Her eyes flew to his face and there was nothing apologetic about the look staring back at her. Instead it was a look that almost made her regret they were no longer bed partners.
And she didn’t want to have any regrets. Although she’d found it extremely difficult to forget him and get beyond everything they’d shared, she was convinced she had done the right thing when she’d made up in her mind not to fall back in bed with him.
Fate, it seemed, was working against her now. It was as if some fragment of her brain was trying to convince her that getting back with him would be a fantasy come true and that her sex-deprived body would thank her for the chance to get laid again. But a part of her, the part that had endured pain of the worst kind at the hands of a man she’d once loved, was holding back, keeping that guardrail around her heart firmly in place. She doubted that even Xavier could knock it down.
She knew she should remove her hand from his thigh, but the feel of his erection beneath her palm was doing something to her, reminding her how it had been a vital part of her life at one time. And how it had given her so much pleasure.
She felt his erection begin to throb beneath her fingertips, a slow, steady pulsating thump that was causing her hand to tremble while causing certain parts of her body to vibrate. She was so in tune to this part of him and remembered well how once it was inside of her, it could stroke her into a frenzy of the sweetest kind. She felt the inner muscles of her feminine core clench just thinking about it.
Farrah glanced up and met his gaze when he pushed the coat off her shoulders. There was a look in his eyes that sent a delicious warmth through her body. She couldn’t help wondering how she had endured a half year without this. Without him.
When her coat was off, he tossed it to the other side of the backseat and his gaze slid down the length of her outfit, which wasn’t much. What little it was seemed to have his attention.
“I like blue,” he said, running his fingers along the hem of her dress. “Do you?”
“Yes. It’s my favorite color. And these boots look good on you.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
“So tell me,” he said, easing closer to her after removing his own coat and lowering his head to whisper huskily in her ear. “What does a man like me have to do to get you out of a dress like this?”
She grinned and looked at him. “Umm, I don’t know, Mr. Kane. You’ve always seemed to be a very innovative kind of guy. What do you have in mind?”
She couldn’t help but take note that her hand was still on his