Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [71]
“Natalie.” She blinked and then realized he was there, standing right in front of her. He had come to her. Naked. For several long moments his eyes studied her, and she felt the intensity of his gaze throughout her body.
“Now for your clothes. Strip for me,” he suggested in a soft, taunting tone.
She wouldn’t know where to start. But for him, she knew it would come naturally. She took a step back and eased her bathrobe off her shoulders, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Her gown wasn’t anything sexy, definitely nothing like the lingerie he’d purchased for her last week. Instead she wore white-cotton baby-doll pj’s. But from the way he was looking at her, she could have worn another Victoria’s Secret creation.
“You’re slowing down, Natalie.”
She blinked, realizing she had.
“I’m not sure how long I can hold out and behave myself,” he said.
Her gaze traveled past his chest down to his middle and saw what he meant. Amazing. She smiled. Her pj’s might be simple, but he was making her feel sexier by the minute. It didn’t take her any time after that to remove her sleepwear. Then she stood there, facing him and just as naked as he was.
He didn’t say anything, but she knew what he was thinking. He took another step forward, and her heart began beating fast. Then faster. And then he was there, right in front of her, wrapping his arms around her, sliding his palms all over her back, cupping her bottom and then returning his hands to the center of her back. And before she could blink, utter a single word, he had her off her feet and into his arms.
He stared down at her. “There’s one thing you need to know about me. About any Steele.”
“What is that?”
“We love forever,” he said.
And then he lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her in a way that only he could, giving her all of his love, his emotions, his heart.
She kissed him back, tasting his urgency. She murmured a soft moan when he placed her on the sofa, breaking off their kiss.
He dropped to his knees and gazed down at her. “I will cherish you and your body for as long as I live, Natalie. That is my promise to you. I will love you, be there for you and I will always be proud of what you do. Admire your work. Honor you. And belong to you. Only to you.” Then he leaned closer to reclaim her mouth, as he continued to stroke the flames of desire. Doing what he’d said he would do, restirring her emotions.
Donovan kissed her with all his heart. If he was doing so with the fervor of a starving man, it couldn’t be helped. He was starving for her, to savor her, taste her, claim her irrevocably as his. After tonight there wouldn’t be any questions, no lingering doubts about what they meant to each other. They still had some talking to do, reassurances to make, but right now, at this moment, more than anything he wanted to restore her passion, passion he had foolishly taken from her.
He broke off the kiss and settled his mouth near the curve of her neck and placed a passion mark there, officially claiming her as his. And then his mouth moved lower to her breasts. The moment he latched on to a nipple, her lips parted and she released a soft moan.
Hungry for her in a way that he had never been hungry for another woman, he sucked her nipples shamelessly and with a desperation he felt in his engorged sex. She began shifting restlessly about as passion began to build. Then his hands, which had brought her to climax so many times he’d lost count, stroked her feminine core. She was wet. She was hot. She was ready.
With the force of a magnet, his mouth was pulled lower, down to the center of her legs where he buried his tongue, replacing his fingers deep inside of her. She nearly came off the sofa but he held tight to her hips, refusing to let her go anywhere.
He heard her say his name over and over again, coherently and incoherently. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that she