Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [62]
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Haven’t you gotten enough of me already?”
“Afraid not. I have the desire to make love to you for the rest of the night. In fact I want you to spend the rest of the weekend with me.”
She lifted a brow as she came from behind the desk. He scooped her up in his arms and set her down on the edge of it. “You want me to stay with you all weekend?” she asked, to make sure she’d heard him correctly.
“Yes. But that means you’ll have to go to the Steele brothers basketball game tomorrow morning.”
Earlier she had imagined how it would be to see him work a basketball court. “I’d love to go watch.”
“It can get brutal,” he warned, reaching out and sliding his hand up her legs. “Depending on how much frustration we have to work out.”
She leaned in, close to his face. “Do you think you’ll be frustrated?”
His hand went farther up her thigh. “Not as long as I go to bed with you tonight and wake up with you in the morning,” he said huskily. “You, Natalie Ford, are the best frustration-reliever there is.”
“Glad I can help, Donovan Steele.”
Donovan leaned closer and captured Natalie’s lips with his. Kissing her had a way of stripping his senses, making him lose control. He liked the way her tongue mingled with his, the way her taste always made him more aroused than he already was. The way he could rouse her just by touching her in a certain sexy spot, like he was doing now. She groaned deep in his mouth. He pulled back slightly, enough to break off their kiss, but then he used his tongue to trace a trail around her lips, lips he loved kissing.
He then nibbled a path close to her ear. “I need some more of you,” he whispered huskily.
“Greedy,” she accused in a deep moan, and he retaliated by inserting his fingers deep inside of her. Her next moan sounded deeper than the last.
“Only with you.” And that was so much of the truth that it had him trembling inside. Every cell in his body was attuned to her. He never imagined being this connected to any woman.
“Then if you want me, take me,” she invited.
“Gladly.”
And then he went back to her mouth, fed on it greedily, while her fingers sank deep into his shoulder.
Pulling back, breaking off the kiss, he yanked his T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her beautiful breasts. He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, teasing the hardened tip with his tongue.
But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside of her.
He drew back, looked into her face and saw her passion-glazed eyes. He then eased out of his jeans, kicked them aside and put on a condom before sweeping her into his arms and heading for the nearest wall. By the time she felt the hard surface at her back, she parted her thighs. Before she could take her next breath, he had entered her and was moving inside of her, holding her in a way that allowed him to penetrate deep.
The legs that curved around his back were tight, urgent, but not as urgent as the movement of his thrusts that were going in and out of her. When he felt her inner muscles clamp down on him, he threw his head back and actually growled.
As if the sound was what she needed to hear to push her over the edge, he heard Natalie cry out his name. She thoroughly lubricated his sex while at the same time she milked it for all it was worth.
His teeth clenched when another orgasm hit on the tail of the last, and he knew as he heard her orgasm follow his that when it came to undiluted passion, Natalie was in a class by herself.
“Aren’t you the one who said you would never bring a woman to watch us play?” Bas asked his brother as they took a time-out. “What’s going on? Are you and Natalie joined at the hip?”
Donovan didn’t say anything as he took a huge gulp of water. After last night, they might as well be joined at the hip…as well as a number of other places. After making love in his office, he had taken her downstairs and they made love in the other rooms, as well. By the time she left tomorrow, he wanted them to have christened every room.
But to get his brother off his back, he said,