Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [44]
She sucked in a breath, and with their bodies connected he moved against the pool wall. Of all the places they had made love, they had never made love in a pool. He'd heard that water was a highly sensual playground and he was about to find out if that was myth or a fact. When her back was braced against the wall, he began moving inside of her, flexing his hips, thrusting in and out.
Brooke closed her eyes, absorbing the intensity of Ian moving between her legs. Her fingers bore down on his shoulders as a scream gathered in her throat. He was amazing and was giving her just what she needed. What she wanted. And just seconds before an orgasm was about to hit, he pulled out of her and spun her around with her back to him.
"Lean over and rest your hands on the ledge, sweetheart." he said, whispering in her ear.
The moment she did so he tilted her hips and parted her slightly and pressed into her, entering her from behind. His body went still and he leaned over and kissed her shoulder and asked in a hoarse tone of voice. "You okay?"
"Yes. but do you know what I want?" she asked, gripping the ledge of the pool, liking the feel of his firm thighs right smack up against her butt.
"No. what do you "want"?"
"More of you. Now!"
She heard him suck in a deep breath just seconds before he began moving. Each stroke was like an electrical charge that sizzled inside her body. She moaned each and every time his hips rocked against her; each contact was a sexual jolt on her mind and her senses.
A guttural sound tore from her throat the same exact moment he screamed her name and gripped her hips tight, holding her steady for his release. And when it came it shot into her womb like a stream of hot molten lava, stimulating each and every part of her body and bringing her to yet another orgasm.
She moaned in surrender, groaned in pleasure and purred with the satisfaction of a kitten just fed. And she knew that no matter what happened once they parted ways, what they were sharing now, this moment, was hers and hers alone. This memory was one that no one could ever take away from her.
Instead of cooling down, things were only getting hotter and hotter between her and Ian, Brooke thought, almost a week later as she took an afternoon stroll along the lake's edge. Every morning they woke up in each other's arms and she was spending more time at his penthouse than at her villa.
They did almost everything together. He had taken her sailing again, had played a couple of rounds of golf, had taught her how to play poker, and one night they had even gotten together and whipped up dinner in his kitchen.
And they took long walks and talked about a number of things: how they felt about the state of the economy, war and the storms that seemed to get worse each hurricane season. But what they didn't talk about was what would happen after she checked out of the casino on Sunday, which was only three days away. And she was smart enough to know that things would never be like they used to be between them. No matter how good things were going now, there was no second chance for them. She felt that he would never fully trust her the way he had before they broke up.
For the past couple of days Ian was busier than usual with Delaney's upcoming party. He had For the past couple of days Ian was busier than usual with Delaney's upcoming party. He had asked her to go as his date, and they pretty much decided they would answer his family questions as honestly as possible by saying, "No, we aren't back together. We've decided to be friends and nothing more."
Friends and nothing more.
That thought pierced a pain through Brooke's heart but there was nothing she could do about it. Things had happened just as she'd predicted. In trying to work her out of his system, Ian had only embedded himself deeper in hers. Although she loved him, he didn't love her.
The shrill ring of her cell phone broke into her thoughts and she quickly pulled it out of the back pocket of her shorts. "Hello."
"So, how are