Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [23]
Ian grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his, and whispered, "I hate to disappoint you, but that's a satellite."
"Oh." Her heart jumped, and heat suddenly flooded her spine where his chest was pressing against it. Then there was the feel of her backside pressed against the zipper of his pants. She felt the firmness of his arousal, getting thicker by the minute, and wished there was some way to defuse the tension steadily growing between them. Of course she knew that Ian would have his own ideas of how they should go about rectifying the problem.
Deciding she couldn't take much more of what she realized was his sly attempt to seduce her, Brooke turned around to suggest they go back to the lounge. Her move was a huge mistake. Turning around placed her face-to-face and body-to-body with him. When she gazed up into his eyes, she suddenly had a memory lapse, and every coherent thought froze in her brain. At that moment nothing mattered but the man staring down at her.
He reached out and traced the pad of his thumb across her jaw. and when he did, currents of electricity shot to every part of her. He leaned down and brought his face closer to hers. Up this close, underneath the beauty of a moonlit, star-glazed sky, her gaze swept over his features and her heart reaffirmed her love for him.
"Do you know what it means when a couple kisses beneath a shooting star?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"No. what does it mean?" she asked. "According to Greek mythology, Zeus bestows upon the couple the gift of uncontrollable passion."
Uncontrollable passion? Brooke swallowed deeply, thinking they must have kissed beneath a shooting star once before because whenever it came to passion it seemed they'd cornered the market. Back in the old days, he had been able to draw her to him with a magnetic force. Her hormones would go haywire each and every time. She felt her bones melting just thinking about those times.
"In that case I suggest we don't kiss under a shooting star," she said, trying to get a grip on her senses.
"I disagree." He moved his thumb from her jaw to her neck. "Nothing's wrong with a hefty amount of passion every once in a while," he said, leaning closer to her.
Not if you haven't had any in four years, she wanted to say, but the only thing she could do was stand and watch his mouth set closer and closer and...
Her eyes drifted shut when his lips touched hers, and when he deepened the kiss she thought there was nothing like being kissed under the beauty of a night sky, especially when the person doing the honors was the man you loved
Brooke's insides sizzled as Ian's tongue gently, unhurriedly mated with hers. Kissing was something she'd always enjoyed doing with him and she couldn't help but recall how they had even gone so far as to develop their own technique of French kissing. And the way Ian was using his tongue on her now jarred her senses, melting her insides. She felt heat spread up her thighs, settle between her legs, and she felt the first sign of that special brand of titillation only he could stir within her. When it came to passion, they didn't need a shooting star. Their fiery chemistry came naturally.
The room felt like it was beginning to spin when he intensified the kiss, delved deeper into her mouth, making the taste of him explode against her palate. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, felt the material of his jacket beneath her fingers, holding on tight lest she be swept away.
When Ian finally released her mouth she could barely breathe, and a moan slipped from between her lips although she fought to hold it back. She felt the solid length of him cradled against her middle and knew what his body wanted. She tilted her head and looked at him, gazed into those dark eyes that could make a woman swoon. She was getting in deeper by the minute.
He continued to stroke the fire within her as he slid his hand up her arms, over her shoulders and leaned closer to place butterfly kisses around her nose and mouth. "I need to leave town for