Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [31]
Heat stained her cheeks and she snatched her gaze back to his face, not believing she’d thought of such things. She nervously licked her lips and couldn’t help noticing how his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. The way he was looking at her mouth reminded her of their kiss yesterday. It had been short, but it had left a lasting impression on her.
“So what else is up here?” she asked after feeling a tightness in her chest.
He leaned down and placed his mouth near her ear to whisper, “Right now I couldn’t care less about what’s up here except me and you.”
She figured had she been capable of speech he might not have made his next move. But she hadn’t been able to talk with the warmth of his breath close on her skin. And when she tilted her head to look up at him, he took that opportunity to swoop his mouth down on hers.
This kiss was a lot different from the one yesterday. She still detected a sense of hunger, but it was as if he’d decided he had no reason to rush. They didn’t have an audience and she was not going anywhere. It didn’t take long for her to realize that he wasn’t just kissing her. He was consuming her, every inch of her mouth and then some.
He angled his mouth in a way that provided deeper penetration and swirled his tongue with hers. And then her tongue started doing something it had never done before: it began mating with a man’s. Her world started to spin and she felt grateful when he wrapped his arms around her and brought her body closer to his. Through her blouse her nipples pressed against the cushion of his hairy chest, and just the thought of the contact had her moaning deep in her throat.
Before she realized what he was doing, he had backed her against a wall while his lips and tongue continued to engage hers in a deep, hungry kiss that threatened to push her over the edge of madness. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back while blood roared like crazy through her veins.
She would be the first to admit she was experiencing some of those hidden pleasures Nikki had warned her about. They were coming out of hiding and she seemed incapable of concealing them again. Whether she liked it or not, she couldn’t deny how Galen was making her feel. She stirred with an emotion she had never felt before. Passion. And she knew he was pushing her toward pleasure that only he could deliver.
But it was pleasure she wasn’t quite ready for.
She broke off the kiss and pulled in a deep breath. He leaned over and kissed the corners of her mouth. “Is there a reason you stopped it?” he whispered against her moist lips. And it was then that she noticed his hand was underneath her skirt, actually on her thigh and squeezing it. How had it gotten there without her knowing it?
“Is there a reason you started it?” she countered. The man made seduction a work of art.
He lifted his head and smiled. Those green eyes were sexy as sin, totally irresistible. “Yes, there is a reason. I got a sample of you yesterday and I liked the way you taste and couldn’t wait to kiss you again.” His voice was so husky and deep, goose bumps were beginning to form on her arms.
“Do you always say what you think?”
He flashed an arrogant smile. “I always say what I feel. No need holding anything back.”
She doubted he could do that even if he tried. He had the ability to render a woman mindless, make every cell and molecule in her body suddenly feel wicked. It would have been so easy to let him take her right here. Get it all over and done. But a part of her knew her experience with him would not be like the