Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [43]
Then there was that point at lunch when he had been tempted to reach out, snatch her up out of her seat and kiss her. Just watching her drink, the way her mouth had fit perfectly around the plastic straw and the way she'd slowly sucked her soda from the cup had made him hard.
He was taking his fourth lap around the pool when he heard her voice. "So you couldn't wait for me."
He glanced over his shoulder and immediately was grateful he was in the shallow end, otherwise he would have clearly sunk to the bottom. Brooke was standing there beside the pool in the skimpiest bathing suit he had ever seen. The one she'd been wearing the other night had been an eye scorcher but this one. this barely there, see-how-far-your-mind-can-stretch piece was definitely an attention getter and erection maker, not that he needed the latter since he was already there.
He pulled himself up and stood in the water and reached out his hand, and in a thick, throaty voice said, "Come here."
Brooke swallowed. When he'd stood, she couldn't ignore how his dripping-wet swimming trunks gave a pretty substantial visual of just how aroused he was. But that didn't keep her from crossing the room, stepping into the pool and taking his outstretched hand.
"You like playing with fire, don't you, Brooke'?" he asked when she was standing directly in front of him, so close that their thighs were touching. So close that she could feel his hardness settle against her midsection.
"Not particularly." was the only response she could come up with, since she was so captivated by the dark heat in his eyes.
"Oh, I think you do. And since you like playing with fire I want to see just how hot you can get."
"You already know how hot I can get, Ian," she said, then sucked in a breath when he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to the fit of him.
Ian smiled. Yes he did know. That was one of the things he always loved about Brooke: her ability to let go when they made love and not hold anything back. .And speaking of hot... she was like the blast of an inferno, the scorching of volcanic lava, the hottest temperature at the equator. Hell, a summer solstice had nothing on her. And during the four years they'd been apart she hadn't changed.
She'd said she was hormonally challenged, but that was only because her sex life had stopped after him. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. When he'd entered her body and found her so tight, he'd known inactivity was the cause. Whatever the reason she hadn't slept with any other man, he intended to remedy that by helping her make up for lost time.
All the reasons why he should be working her out of his system escaped him. probably because at the moment he couldn't think. All the blood from his brain had suddenly rushed downward to settle in the lower part of his body. The part that desperately wanted her.
"I thought we were going to swim," she whispered as he began lowering his mouth to hers.
"We are. Later." And then his mouth devoured hers with all the want and need he'd been holding inside since he'd last made love to her. Had it been just this morning'? The hunger that was driving him made it seem a lot longer than that. She had tempted and teased him since then, bringing out the alpha male inside of him.
As usual, she tasted fiery, seductive and spicy. He hungrily consumed her mouth with wanton lust, but kissing her wasn't enough. He reached out and, without breaking the kiss, with a flick of his wrist he undid the tie of her bikini top at her back. Umm, now all that was left was her bottom.
Moments later he pulled back and, kneeling down, grateful they were still in the shallow end, he began peeling the thong bikini down her hips. His hand ran up the length of her inner thigh and he stroked her slowly, liking the sound of her erratic breathing. He stood back up and lifted her hips.
"Wrap your legs around me, Brooke." And the moment she did he slipped between her thighs to widen them and then he buried himself inside of her to the hilt