Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [40]
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, indignant.
Her indignation was something he could handle. What he couldn’t handle—at least not much longer—was desiring her so much he could no longer think straight. His erection was growing heavier by the minute. “I just did something I was tempted to do Friday night. I wanted to see your hair tumble around your shoulders, and then I wanted to do this.” He reached out and ran his fingers through the lustrous strands.
It was a bold move, and she stared up at him like he’d lost his mind. Maybe he had. While she seemed at a loss for words, totally stunned, he figured he might as well push the envelope and take things to another level.
On that decision, he lowered his mouth to hers and swept his tongue between her startled, parted lips. She moaned, which triggered his own groan, and his erection grew harder. Like the last time, this kiss was hot. It was also something desperate. Their tongues mingled and then began dueling, and in the process he felt his senses get shredded to pieces. When he felt her trembling, he wrapped his arms around her, needing to hold her as much as he wanted to believe she needed to be held.
He could tell she was too overtaken by the kiss to notice he was slowly walking backward, pulling her with him. And he continued to kiss her provocatively, without any restraints, not thinking of letting up and with a hunger that astounded him. He claimed her mouth with a free-for-all kiss as all those dreams that had tortured him this past week came surging back with megaforce. When the back of his legs touched his bed, he deepened the kiss and pulled her closer to him, gathered her tighter into his arms. Together they went tumbling backward, actually free-falling into the sheets.
But he didn’t let up. In fact, knowing he had her where he wanted her actually made him sort of crazy, and it wasn’t helping that she was responding to him with a passion that he felt all through his body.
He deepened the kiss to drown farther in the sweet recesses of her mouth, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her all over, taste her until he got enough…which wouldn’t be any time soon. She had become an itch he needed to scratch—but way below the surface. The stark reality of just how much he wanted her loomed in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t deal with that now. For him to desire any woman to this degree was unheard of, totally crazy. Insane. And he simply refused to admit to the possibility that he, the master of seduction, was the one getting seduced.
And with that possibility flashing through his mind like a bold warning, he suddenly freed her mouth to draw back to look at her, observe her in silence. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing heavily and her lips looked liked they’d been thoroughly kissed. But the main thought in his mind, what he considered as a major accomplishment, was that she was in his bed, flat on her back beneath him.
He knew at that moment that she was fully aware, just like he was, of what could or would happen next. Here, in this bed with her, a bed he’d never shared with another woman, the thought of which had fueled his lust since meeting her.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looked back and what he saw was a beautiful woman whose hair was tumbled around a flushed face, and whose honey-brown eyes had a degree of warmth that symbolized a level of passion he rarely saw in a woman.
Enthralled, he held her gaze, wanting more than anything to get naked and sink into the deep, luscious depths of her. On his tongue he tasted her, even while imagining another taste of her he wanted to become familiar with. Her intimate taste. The thought of doing so made his sex surge, and he knew she felt it when it did.
“You’re trying to seduce me,” she whispered as fragments of passion exploded bit by bit, inch by inch in his stomach from the sound of her voice. He was getting turned on even more seeing her