Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [35]
Donovan stared at the phone for a moment after hanging it up. He could not believe that he had just broken a date with Jean Carroll of all women. Jean, the one who came ready with her own set of handcuffs. And it was Natalie Ford’s fault.
Ever since he had kissed her last night, his mind and body had started playing tricks on him. First, he had awakened after a night of dreaming about Natalie with a hard-on that wouldn’t go away, even after he’d relieved his bladder and taken a cold shower. He had finally gotten it to act right by the time he had slipped into a T-shirt and jogging pants to meet his brothers for a game of basketball.
Then it had been the taste of her in his mouth that wouldn’t fade. He had brushed his teeth, gargled several times and still whenever he smacked his lips he could taste her—that sweet, sensuous taste that had electrified his mouth while kissing her.
And lastly, it was the way she had felt in his arms, how soft and cuddly her butt had felt beneath the palms of his hands. He didn’t want to touch another woman quite that way any time soon. His erection was throbbing for just one woman. If he didn’t know better he’d think Natalie had cast a spell on him.
He was about to get up and head toward the kitchen when the phone rang. He checked the caller ID to make sure it wasn’t Jean calling him back to try and change his mind about their date tonight. He sighed in relief when he saw it was his roommate and friend from college, Uriel Lassiter. Over the years, he and Uriel had maintained a close relationship.
He picked up the phone. “Uri, how are things going, man?”
“I’m still tired from last weekend at the races, but I called to give you some good news.”
“What?”
“That publishing company in Colorado that we had our eye on last year is back on the market.”
Donovan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, so what do you think?”
Uri chuckled. “I think that if you’re still interested, I’ll have an updated portfolio on your desk by Monday morning.”
“Hey, that’ll work because I’m still interested.” His cousin Taylor was his wealth-asset manager and she was doing a fantastic job of managing his finances, but right out of college he and Uri had formed their own co-op. They’d started out flipping houses, and it became such a moneymaker that they expanded and began buying small companies and reselling them for a profit. The co-op had become so successful that they had invited a few select others to join in over the years. Uri had left his job as an insurance executive to handle the business end of things on a full-time basis.
Donovan talked to Uri another fifteen minutes before they ended the call. Standing, he stretched his body before heading toward the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. For the first time in years, this was a Saturday night and he didn’t have anything to do.
He gave her a slow, sexy smile as he moved toward the bed, his gaze moving over her naked body, seeing everything but zeroing in on the area between her legs. The nipples on her breasts automatically hardened and she released a deep breath. He was pretty potent if the size of his erection was anything to go by. And his muscular body was masculinity at its perfection.
She watched as he began to move closer and closer, and without waiting for him to join her on the bed, she pulled up and willingly went into his arms. Together they tumbled back onto the covers.
Natalie’s eyes flew open as she inhaled a long, deep breath. She’d just had another dream about Donovan. She couldn’t believe she was letting him interrupt her sleep this way. Typically, she wasn’t a hot and bothered woman, but there was something about Donovan that unleashed a sexual desire she had never encountered before. Never before had she dreamt about a man making love to her. Or almost making love to her, she corrected, since so far in none of her dreams had they finished the act. She would always wake up moments before their bodies joined as one.
She inhaled deeply not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. In a way