Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [35]
"How soon will the food arrive?" she asked, sliding into one of the high-back chairs at the casino-style blackjack table in the room.
"How soon do you want it?"
She smiled, wondering if they were still talking about the food. "If the chef decided to cook slowly tonight it won't bother me," she said silkily.
No sooner had the words left her lips than the zing of the elevator let them know that unfortunately, the chef hadn't been slow and their food was on the way up. Ian glanced across the room and saw the disappointed pout on her lips. Lips he couldn't wait to devour again.
"There's no law that says we have to eat it as soon as the food gets here. It will keep for a while," he assured her.
Her response was a slow, sensuous smile, and a deliberate shifting of her body in the chair exposed a lot more than a bare leg. He bit back the growl that threatened to roar from deep within his throat.
"Don't you dare move," he said when the elevator arrived on his floor. He quickly left and went to the elevator,
Brooke smiled as a shiver slithered through her, and she found she couldn't sit still as he'd instructed. When she had walked into the room and had seen the flickering candles and inhaled the scent of vanilla, as well as seeing Ian standing at the window shirtless, displaying his muscular shoulders and wearing pants that showed what a great butt he had, she had fought back the need to cross the room and touch him all over, ease down on her knees in front of him and unzip his pants and ultimately savor him the same way he'd done her earlier.
With a long sigh she stood and tried to remain calm. Walking around the blackjack table she concentrated on the huge glass window in front of her and the wonderful view of the mountains.
Moments later when she saw Ian's reflection in the glass, she knew he had come back into the room and was standing not far behind her. Their gazes met. reflected in the glass, and she was tempted to turn around.
Her gaze remained fixed on the windowpane as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back into him, letting her head fall back against the breadth of his chest. She felt the need to share herself with him again, not just her body but her heart, whether he wanted it or not. She loved him and nothing could or would ever change that.
"Brooke."
He said her name in that sexy voice of his while nuzzling a certain spot on her neck that could always turn her on. And then she felt his tongue lick the side of her face, moving to the area just below her ear.
"Feel me," he whispered, and she did when she leaned back against him. She felt the hardness of him pressing deep into her backside at the same time she felt him use his hands to part the front of the shirt she wore. .And when one of his hands went to her center to claim the area between her legs, a tantalizing sensation shot all through her.
"Are you sure you aren't ready to eat?" he asked huskily.
"I'm sure," she whispered, barely able to get the words out in a coherent voice: His beard was rubbing sensuously against the side of her neck causing an erotic friction that was sending shivers all through her body.
"Then tell me what you're ready for, Brooke."
He turned her around, evidently needing to look into her eyes when she answered. "You, Ian. I'm ready for you."
Her words made something within him shatter and he lifted her to sit on the edge of the blackjack table and then stepped back to remove his pants. He kicked them aside before going back to her and tugging his shirt from her shoulders and tossing it to join his pants on the floor.
He reached out and lifted her bottom and wrapped her legs around him. "I'm ready for you, too, Brooke. Let me show you just how much."
And before she could take another breath he swiftly entered her, going deep and locking tight. And then he began moving with a