Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [61]
After Bronson left, they had gone back to bed to make love again and had eventually drifted off to sleep. But as was the norm with her, she found herself waking up with chemical equations in her head that she needed to jot down. She didn’t have her laptop, but she always kept a notepad in her purse.
Slipping Donovan’s T-shirt over her head she padded in her bare feet down the stairs to get the notepad out of her purse. Then she headed back upstairs to his office. She sat down behind his huge desk and inhaled deeply, thinking that sleeping with Donovan again had not been in her plans. But the man was a master at seduction.
She glanced around the room. This was only her second time in here. The first time she had been concentrating too deeply on cleaning the room to pay close attention to the plaques on his wall and the trophies in a cabinet.
Getting up from behind the desk, she walked over to study the plaques. All but one had been presented to him for his volunteer work in the Special Olympics. The other had been presented to him for being a mentor with the Charlotte public school system.
Then there were all the basketball trophies he’d gotten while in college. She wished she could have been in the bleachers when he was running up and down the court. With his fine physique, that would definitely have been a sight to see.
Returning to the chair behind the desk, Natalie knew she had to tread very carefully where Donovan was concerned or else those emotions within her which were already teetering close to the edge, would soon lose their balance and topple over. The last man she’d thought she loved had ended up hurting her badly. She knew that, because of her mother, she didn’t take rejection well, so she avoided it at all costs. Karl had taught her a lesson of what could happen if you were to let your guard down, and she could see herself falling for Donovan if she wasn’t careful.
She had been working on various formulas for almost an hour when she heard a sound and glanced up. Donovan stood shirtless in the doorway wearing a pair of jeans, unzipped, and riding low on his hips. His shoulders looked powerful; the wide span of his chest was masculine, sexually compelling. His appearance was doing a number on her senses, and the degree of his sexuality set off a distinct throb in her body.
She could vividly recall everything they had done since entering his home, and the memories made sensuous shudders flow through her. And it wasn’t helping matters that she was pinned by the deep intensity of his gaze.
“I woke up and you were gone. You okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.
She knew why he was asking if she was okay. Their lovemaking had been intense. She smiled. “Yes, I’m fine.”
He glanced at her notepad. “What are you doing?”
She closed the notepad and pushed it aside. Now would be a good time to tell him about the chemical equations she was working on for the global warming panel, which would lead into what she did for a living. But for some reason she wasn’t ready to reveal that to him now, especially when she remembered how other men had reacted, calling her a chemistry geek. She couldn’t handle it if he acted the same way. But she would have to tell him soon, especially since she would be flying out on Thursday for Princeton.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said, “and thought I’d come in and kill some time until you woke up.”
A smile touched the curve of his lips. “I’m awake now.”
He slowly crossed the room, and the closer he got the hotter the desire burned within her. “Are you sure you’re fully awake?” she asked, watching his approach and thinking just how undeniably handsome he was.
“Why don’t you come from behind that desk? I’ll show you