Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [60]
She nodded, confused. “Yes, you did say that, and what of it?”
“What I needed to drop by the house to get is you. So will you come inside with me, please? I want you so bad I can barely stand it.”
She frowned, started to tell him that sounded like a personal problem, but when she glance down at his lap, she saw that it was a personal problem for him. A rather huge one.
She stared back at his face. She’d never known a man to want her this much. “Bringing me here was rather presumptuous of you,” she said, her frown deepening.
“I did ask.”
“No, you led me to believe you needed to get something.”
“I do need to get something.”
She opened her mouth to argue at his logic but then closed it, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. The man gave arrogance a whole new meaning. “I’m staying put right here,” she said stubbornly.
He smiled and leaned over the console, very close to her mouth and said, “Then I guess this place will have to do. At least for this.”
Before she could draw her next breath, he had mingled it with his in a kiss that was so potent she felt it all the way to her toes. His tongue was dueling with hers, stroking varying degrees of desire within her. She knew the exact moment he slipped his hand underneath her skirt, expertly moving under her panties to insert his finger into the warmth of her. And then his fingers began moving to the same rhythm his tongue was using on her mouth.
Nothing about the kiss was civilized. It was as untamed and wild as it could get, and when an orgasm threatened, his mouth on hers and his fingers inside of her boldly pushed her over the edge.
“Now are you ready to go inside?” he asked a short while later, pulling his fingers out of her while greedily licking the corners of her lips.
His words, a hoarse whisper, inflamed her body even more, and at that moment she couldn’t deny him anything, especially after what he’d just given her.
“Yes,” she all but whispered back. “I’m ready to go inside.”
Getting out of the car, he quickly came around in front to open her door. The moment she alighted he swept her into his arms and proceeded to carry her into his home.
Not wasting any time, as soon as they passed through the back door he began stripping her naked right there in his kitchen. He then placed her on her back on his kitchen table, and then after practically tearing off his own clothes and putting on a condom, he crawled on top of her.
He gazed down at her. “This is what I wanted to come here to get. Thank you for letting me have it.”
He drew in a huge breath, and in one smooth thrust he entered her, then he pulled out slightly, only to thrust into her again.
Over and over. Nonstop. Even when he felt her inner muscles clenching him and heard her soft sounds of sexual pleasure, he kept going and going. He couldn’t stop. Even the pain of her fingernails digging deep into his back couldn’t slow him down. And when an orgasm struck the both of them, he began giving and giving until he had nothing left to give.
At least so he thought. He began getting hard again while buried deep inside the warmth of her body. “Natalie.” He’d lifted himself up slightly to say her name and then it was on again. The only thing he could think of was that he might never get enough of her.
Natalie eased from the bed, careful not to awaken Donovan. After he had talked her into staying overnight she had called Farrah. Without going into a lot of details she cancelled their sleep-over with a promise they would do lunch next week.
She glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. It was close to five in the morning.
They had finally given the kitchen table a rest only to come upstairs to wear down his bed. Then a few hours later he had carried her back downstairs and after collecting their clothes off the floor and tidying up the kitchen, they had shared cooking duties and made omelets and coffee.
After they had eaten and were headed back up the stairs, Donovan had gotten an unexpected visitor, a man he introduced as his best friend, Bronson Scott.