Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [25]
Heat flared through her when she felt the straps of her dress fall from her shoulders, and then he was no longer kissing her. He had turned his attention to her breasts. Being braless left her bare and exposed for his pleasure, and when his mouth latched on to a nipple she knew this was just the beginning. When it came to breast stimulation he was as skilled as they came.
"Ian."
Ian pulled away, deciding he would take more time with her breasts later. He knew exactly what they both wanted and needed now. He stood with her in his arms when the ring of his cell phone intruded.
"Damn," he muttered as he placed her on her feet while working the phone out of his jacket. "What?" he barked after answering the call.
"Domestic dispute," Vance said, the security manager's words washing over Ian like a pail of cold
water. "One of those electricians got a surprise visit from his wife."
"And?"
"She caught him in bed with..." After a brief pause Vance added, "...another electrician. Male."
"What?” "You heard me right. And now the woman is hysterical."
Ian rubbed his hand down his face. He couldn't very much blame her for that. Because of the satellite floating overhead, the reception was clear, and standing close in front of him he knew that Brooke had heard Vance's words. Ian met her gaze and, regardless of the situation, he was tempted to sweep his mouth down for another tongue-tingling kiss. Instead he said to Vance. "Go on, I'm sure there's more."
"Yes. She's threatened to sue everyone— the electricians' union, the airline that flew him here, the man he was caught with, as well as this casino for allowing such behavior and conduct."
Ian didn't like hearing the word sue. "Where are you'?" "On the fourteenth floor."
"I'm on my way." He flipped the phone shut and gazed into Brooke's face thinking how damn sexy she looked with her hair mussed and her lips swollen from his kisses.
"I need to go," he said regretfully, straightening his jacket. "I understand how it is when duty calls."
A small smile tugged at his lips. "I appreciate that." Straightening out the situation might take a while, and since it was almost two in the morning, Ian knew it would be two days before he saw Brooke again.
He took her hand in his as he led her toward the elevator. "Enjoy yourself while I'm in Memphis." She smiled over at him. "I will."
He frowned. "But not too much." She chuckled. "Okay, I won't."
When the elevator closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms. He thought of asking her to come to Memphis with him but quickly pushed the idea from his mind. Instead he said, "Have dinner with me in my penthouse when I get back."
He thought it was better to ask now. He had a feeling the two-day separation would have her thinking that tonight had been a mistake, and he didn't intend to let that happen.
"Ian, I—"
He kissed the words off her lips. "No, Brooke. We owe it to ourselves to finish what we started."
She stared up at him. "Do we?"
"Yes." And then he kissed her again, liking the feel of her in his arms, her warmth,, her closeness and definitely her taste.
When he released her mouth she sighed deeply and said, "All right." Tension that had been building inside of him slowly left his body. "I'll see you to your suite."
She shook her head. "That's not necessary, Ian. You have a matter that needs your immediate attention. Besides," she said, smiling, "I think I'll stop at one of the blackjack tables and try out some of those skills you taught me today."
He chuckled. "Okay." "Have a safe trip, Ian." "Thank you."
As the elevator arrived on the lobby floor, he released her. When she stepped away he suddenly felt a rush of loss through every part of his body. And when she began walking off he called out to her before she was swallowed by the crowd. "Don't forget about