Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [41]
She swallowed. “Like I said. Talk is cheap.”
He smiled in a hungry way. “And like I said, I’m a man of action.”
Then he leaned in and captured her mouth, not giving her a chance to stifle the moan that immediately rose in her throat. His arms wrapped around her, and his hands stroked her back at the same time his tongue stroked every inch of her mouth.
She had long ago decided his kisses were unique, full of passion and capable of inciting lust. But she was also discovering that each time they kissed, she encountered a different effect. This kiss was tapping into her emotions and she was fighting like hell to keep them under tight control where he was concerned. This was all a game to him. Not for her. For her, it was about finding herself in more ways than one. Discovering her past and making headway into her future.
He deepened the kiss and she felt his hands move downward to cup her backside and pull her more fully against him. She groaned again when she felt his hard erection press into her at a place that was already tingling with longing. Unfamiliar sensations were floating around in her stomach and she was drenched even more in potent desire.
And then he suddenly broke off the kiss and took a step back. She watched him lick his lips as if he’d enjoyed kissing her and then he thrust his hands into his jeans pockets, looked at her and asked, “Did I make my point?”
Oh, he’d made it, all right, but she’d never admit it to him. “Kind of.”
She quickly scooted around him. “I think you should get to work now. I plan on setting up my laptop and answering a few e-mails. And then I plan to work on tomorrow’s manners lesson for you.” She headed toward the stairs. “Brittany?”
She stopped and turned around. “Yes?”
A smile touched both corners of his mouth. “I like you.” His face lit up as if the thought of it was a revelation to him or something.
She rolled her eyes. “Should I be thrilled?”
He gave her an arrogant chuckle. “The thrill will come later.”
She turned back toward the stairs and damn if she wasn’t looking forward to her first orgasm ever.
Chapter 11
Galen shut off the lamp on his worktable. Surprisingly, he had gotten a lot done once he’d been able to put Brittany to the back of his mind.
He liked her.
He had told her that earlier and had meant it. There were no dull moments with her around. Just when he thought he had her figured out, she would do or say something to throw him off base, literally stun him. His Miss Manners was becoming a puzzle he needed to put together, but there were so many pieces, he wouldn’t know where to start. One thing was for certain, she was definitely keeping him on his toes.
Just like he had plans to keep her on her back starting tonight.
He smiled at the thought and leaned back in his chair as he recalled their meal at the restaurant earlier today. There was nothing like a buffet that included mouthwatering ribs and the best corn bread you’d ever want to taste. Jennie’s Soul Food drew a lot of truckers, businesspeople and just plain everyday folks. Brittany hadn’t been bothered by the mixture of clientele. The last woman he’d taken there had complained all through dinner, saying she’d felt out of place. That had been their first and their last date. He hadn’t looked her up afterward, not even for a booty call. Personally, he didn’t like women who whined or who felt they had a reason to complain about everything. Brittany was definitely not that type of woman.
He glanced at his watch. It was six already, which meant he’d been holed up in his garage for at least four solid hours. He’d still managed to get a lot done while anticipating tonight’s events. He wondered if Brittany had taken his advice and was prepared. Probably not. He had pretty much spelled things out to her earlier. Laid them on the table, so to speak. Given her the real deal. If there had been