Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [36]
Tonight he needed this. He needed her.
The only thing he wanted to concentrate on was the sensations that coursed through him with each and every stroke into her body. His hands at her waist tightened even more and he lifted her almost clear off the green felt tabletop, straining to achieve a more penetrated connection. He leaned forward and kissed her, long and deep, liking the sound of her moan in his mouth. He'd never made love to a woman on a blackjack table before and now in his mind, played the role of a master dealer. But it wasn't his hand he was playing. It was his body over and over into hers, and the last thought on his mind was getting busted. He was on a lucky streak and was determined to come out the winner.
When he broke off the kiss, Brooke looked up at him with eyes glazed with heated desire. And as if their minds had been running along the same thoughts she whispered, "I got a three and a five." She tightened her hold on his shoulders. "Hit me."
A smile touched Ian's lips. He would hit her all right. He tilted her hips on the table at an angle that gave him greater access and thrust deep inside her aiming for a spot he knew would drive her wild. It did.
She screamed his name as an explosion hit. The vibration ricocheted through her directly to him. He threw his head back, loving the feel of her orgasm and knowing it would detonate his body as well. When the climax struck, he shuddered uncontrollably and nothing mattered but the woman he was making love to.
She grabbed hold of his face and brought it back down to her taking his mouth with a hunger that he still felt. His body was getting hard again. When would they get enough? It was as if they were making up for lost time, but he was okay with that. Tonight they needed each other. Tonight they were both winners. And they would deal with tomorrow when it came.
"So what do you think?"
Brooke lifted her head from her meal as a blush tinted her cheeks. If Ian was asking her about the food, her reply could be that it was great. If he was referring to their lovemaking sessions, words couldn't describe how wonderful they had been. No matter what happened after she left the Rolling Cascade to return to D.C., she would always cherish every moment she'd spent with him.
She leaned back in her chair. "You know how much I love Thai food, and your chef did a fantastic job. And if you're asking about something else," she said slowly, provocatively, as she picked up her wineglass to take a sip, looking at him over the rim. "All I can say is that I feel I got treated to dessert before the main course." She then gave him a sultry smile.
Ian chuckled low in his throat. "I'm glad everything was to your satisfaction."
He took a sip of wine and thought about how incredibly sexy she looked sitting across from him wearing only his shirt. At least she had buttoned it up.
The primeval male within him wanted to reach out and pull the shirt open. He wanted to once again see how the flickering light from the candles cast a glow against her dark skin.
"It rated higher than my satisfaction, Ian," she said, reclaiming his attention. "You outdid yourself. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a blackjack table again without blushing."
He shivered at the memory. Hell, when he saw a blackjack table again he wouldn't blush. He would get aroused. Speaking of aroused, he watched how her fingertips skimmed a trail along her wineglass, remembering how her hands had done that to him. Knowing they were headed for trouble if he didn't get his mind off bedding her again, he asked, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
She grinned. "I won't be going shopping, that's for sure." "Would you