Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [47]
As he tossed his shirt aside he tried to come to terms with what was going on with him where she was concerned. Why was she so embedded under his skin that he was intent on screwing her out of it?
He swallowed hard at the thought of that tactic backfiring on him and instead of screwing her out of it, he might just bury her deeper into it. But for some reason that possibility didn’t bother him. He breathed in deeply, feeling antsy, unreasonably horny. Maybe he ought to slow things down a bit.
For what purpose? his mind snapped back and asked. She was in a giving mood tonight, so he’d best just take what she was offering.
His erection had thickened and lengthened, and like a divining rod, it was aimed straight toward her, namely the juncture of her legs. He removed the rest of his clothes and when he stood naked in front of her, he let out a deep growl when her scent reached him. And from her scent, he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
But something was nagging his mind, making him wonder why she was being so generous tonight. She had known when she’d accepted his offer that it would come down to this. Still, she hadn’t been happy about it. Why had she done a one-eighty?
“Manners rule number five, Galen. Never keep a lady waiting.”
Her words made his heart pound and his pulse race. And as he moved toward the bed he knew that she was a lady. The sexiest lady he’d ever met. “There’s a good reason for this delay, sweetheart,” he said, moving to the bench at the foot of the bed. “A must-do.” He lifted the top and pulled out a condom packet and proceeded to sheath himself.
He knew she was watching his every move. When he finished, he braced one knee on the bed, held out his hand and said, “Come here, baby.”
He thought her movement was as graceful as a swan, and she looked sexier than any woman had a right to be. When she reached him and placed her hand in his, he leaned toward her and began placing kisses up the side of her neck while whispering how much he wanted her.
He then began trailing kisses along the curve of her shoulders, liking the taste of her skin there just as much as he had the area between her thighs. The sweet taste of her womanly essence was still on his tongue and would stay there for some time. And then he kissed her deeply as they tumbled backward onto the bed together.
It was then that Galen pulled back and stared deep into her eyes. “I need to know,” he whispered. “I need to know that tonight isn’t a fluke and tomorrow you’ll regret everything that takes place in this bedroom. And even worse, that you won’t share yourself with me the next six days.”
He outlined her lips with the tip of his finger. “Tell me that won’t happen, Brittany.”
Brittany stared deep into Galen’s intense eyes and at that moment she doubted she could deny him anything. Not this man who’d less than twenty minutes ago given her the experience of her first orgasm. And for that she was exceedingly grateful. The last thing she would have tomorrow was regrets. Nor did she want to deny herself this pleasure for the next six days. She was a late bloomer where sex was concerned, but tonight she’d become a woman finding out how to lose herself in the heat of passion and pleasure.
“Tell me, Brittany.”
She swallowed. A part of her silently warned she was getting in too deep. She should take tonight and be done with it. Anything beyond this could lead to some serious trouble. What if he discovered it had been more than the lure of her mother’s house that brought her to his bed? That it had also been her quest to find out more about herself. Her need to know if she could enjoy an amorous relationship with a man.
He’d proven she could. Should she take that knowledge and run? Be through with it? Let him know there wouldn’t be any more sensual interludes