Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [34]
"Stay here and rest. I'll let you know when dinner is ready," Ian's warm breath whispered against Brooke's ear before he slipped out of bed.
He glanced back over his shoulder long enough to see her eyes slowly drift open at the same time an adorable smile touched her lips as she snuggled under the covers. "Um, okay."
His lips twitched into a smile. He'd totally worn the woman out. She needed rest, and the only way to guarantee that she got it was for him to leave for a while. So after putting his pants back on he quietly eased open the door and slipped out of the room.
Talk about him being obsessed with making love to her. They hadn't made it past the foyer. She'd had no idea he'd set the stage for seduction with romantic lit candles. Their pure vanilla fragrance was sending a sweet scent through the rooms. He knew Brooke was partial to Thai food and so he'd had one of the resort restaurants prepare a special meal for them. He hoped the meal he had selected would please her. Making his way across the room, he picked up the phone and within minutes had instructed room service to deliver their dinner to his penthouse.
Knowing there was nothing for him to do but wait; he walked over to the window and looked out. It was dark outside, but the shape of the mountains could be seen across the lake. He would love to share this beautiful view with Brooke.
If he were to go back to his bedroom now and wake her he would do more than just show her the view. It was bad enough that he had to get her up when their meal came. He wouldn't take any chances. Brooke was too much of a temptation, and now that he had made love to her he wanted her more and more.
The memory of their bodies tangled together in his bed was so vivid in his mind that his blood was racing through his veins a little too fast to suit him. Although they had turned the heat up a notch, in fact had kicked it into a full blaze in his bed, a part of him refused to remain anything but cautious where she was concerned. She had hurt him once and could possibly do it again and he wasn't a glutton for punishment.
"Ian?"
At the sound of her soft voice he felt his entire body go tense. Squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath, he turned around. Immediately he wished he hadn't. She was wearing the shirt he'd worn earlier, but she hadn't bothered to button it up, giving him a good frontal view.
He heard himself groan as his mind savored what he was seeing. There was nothing more beautiful than a naked or half-naked Brooke. A Brooke who'd recently been made love to or a Brooke who was wearing a let's-do-it-again look on her face.
The memories of what they had shared in his bedroom were tossing his mind every which way but loose. He fought for composure. He fought for control. He fought the urge to cross the room and take her again. If she was trying to get him all hot and bothered again, it was a complete waste of time because he was already there. He hadn't cooled down from the last time.
"Yes, Brooke?" he answered in a low, barely audible voice. "What is it that you want?"
He met her gaze. Heaven help him if she even hinted that she wanted him to make love to her again. There was no way he would be able to resist. Even now his arousal was thickening beneath his zipper. "Just tell me what you want, sweetheart. Your every wish is my command."
Brooke's breath caught as Ian's gaze held hers. She tried to remember the last time he had called her sweetheart and couldn't, it had seemed so long ago. But the endearment had flowed off his lips just as easily as it used to. And then there was the way he was looking at her with dark eyes filled with more than just heat and desire. Hope escalated within her at the thought that maybe, possibly...
She quickly pushed the far-fetched thought from her mind. Ian might desire