Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [42]
That didn’t take long. When her thighs began trembling, he knew she was about ready to detonate. Every nerve and muscle in his body was poised, prepared and primed for the experience. And when it happened and she screamed out his name, he continued the intimate kiss, claiming this part of her as his. Intense pride filled his chest at the sounds of pleasure she was making. He held nothing back and neither did she. The next time, he silently vowed, he wanted to be staring her in the eyes when it happened. And there would be a next time.
He continued kissing her while at the same time giving her body time to recover. It was only then that he withdrew his mouth, eased back up her panties and shorts before sliding up her body to look at her. Her eyes had a glazed look, and she seemed momentarily at a loss for words.
She moved her mouth as if she was going to say something, and he quickly decided that he wasn’t ready for her to say anything. So he leaned closer, bent his head. Her lips parted and he slid in his tongue and kissed her, sharing her own taste with her. Moments later he reluctantly pulled his mouth away.
She looked up at him. “That should not have happened, Donovan.”
He figured she would say something like that. “But it did. You and I both wanted it to happen. We enjoyed it. Admit it,” he countered.
Natalie wasn’t ready to admit anything. Her mind had practically turned to mush, and she couldn’t even think straight. She’d arrived this morning to clean his house, not to be the recipient of mouth sex. And especially not to the point at which it had made her scream. She was the most disciplined person she knew, and she had screamed.
“Admit it, Natalie.”
She narrowed her gaze and wished she could ignore what had happened between them. Ignore him and that smile curving his lips. So she glanced around the room and said, “I need to finish up in here and leave.”
The smile curving his lips widened. “So that’s the way you want to play?”
She had news for him; she hadn’t wanted to play at all and had been doing just fine remaining on the sidelines. He and his naughty tongue had definitely thrown a monkey wrench into things. The vivid memory of his head between her legs had her blushing.
“Like I said, today was a mistake,” she reemphasized.
Donovan quirked a dark brow and recognized her ploy for what it was. She still wasn’t ready to acknowledge what was between them, what he wasn’t about to let slide by. She had said she thought today was a mistake, but she hadn’t said it wouldn’t happen again. Evidently she had missed that fact and he was glad.
Deciding he had pushed her buttons enough for one day, he eased into a sitting position. He glanced around the room when she got up off the bed. “There’s nothing else you need to do in here,” he said.
He noted she tried looking everywhere but at him when she said, “There’s plenty I need to do. I haven’t dusted, vacuumed the floor or changed the linen,” she said briskly.
“Don’t worry about dusting or vacuuming in here today. And I don’t want my linen changed, Natalie. Your scent is absorbed into the sheets, and I want it to stay that way for a while.”
She tilted her head and met his gaze. The air suddenly became charged again. Intimate. Sexually explosive. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before replying, “Suit yourself.”
He gave her a slight smile. “I did and I’m extremely satisfied.”
She began backing up toward the door. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t want me to do anything else in here, then I’ll be going.”
“I’m sure.”
“And I’ll be contacting you sometime next week to discuss my replacement,” she added firmly.
“No, you won’t. There will be no replacement, Natalie.”
Her eyes widened and then glared. “Surely you don’t think that I can continue to be your housekeeper after what happened here today.”
“I’m afraid that’s exactly what I think. It’s what I know.”
He knew his words sounded arrogant, more than a little presumptuous and selfishly