Irresistible Forces - Brenda Jackson [38]
“Good morning,” she said, pulling herself up in bed, making sure she kept a tight grip on the bedspread covering her. He might be dressed but she was still completely naked. So much for all those nightgowns she had brought along. At the rate they were going she wouldn’t be using them. At least she’d had on the red one for a split second before he’d taken it off her.
“How would you like to go sailing today?”
The low, sexy tone of his voice had tiny little shivers moving down her spine. “Sailing?”
“Yes.”
It would get them out of the suite for a while, she thought, and couldn’t help wondering if that was the reason he’d come up with the idea. Was he getting tired of her already?
“Trust me, that’s not it.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
He eased his tall frame from the chair and came to stand beside the bed. She thought he looked simply gorgeous in a pair of jeans and a blue polo shirt. “I saw something flash in your eyes just now that I’ve never seen before. Not in all the time I’ve known you,” he said softly.
She bit her lip nervously. “What?”
“Doubt. And you’re one of the most confident people I know, male or female. The only reason I think it’s best that we remove ourselves from this suite for a while is because if we don’t, we’re liable to try every damn position in that book and there’re close to sixty of them.”
She couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. “Sixty-five to be exact.”
There was an electric silence in the room as if they were both remembering the ones they had tried so far. “I’ll leave so you can get dressed,” Dominic finally said, as he turned toward the door.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be taking any more showers alone,” she couldn’t help but say.
He stopped walking and turned back around. The look he gave her was filled with desire, as if it wouldn’t take much for him to cross the room and strip her naked. “Trust me. It took all I had not to wake you when I took mine, but the next time I won’t spare any mercy. I plan to have you in there with me.”
His eyes challenged her to deny what he’d said as a fact and she couldn’t. Doing so would be pointless. In just one night she had discovered she enjoyed making love with him way too much. The man was too downright irresistible for his own good…and hers. She had never responded to another man the way she was responding to him.
The moment he closed the door behind him, she eased out of bed, hoping he wouldn’t change his mind and decide to join her in the shower anyway. She moved around the bedroom gathering up everything she would need for her bath and trying to decide which of the outfits she’d brought along would be appropriate for sailing. She placed her underthings on the bed and before going into the bathroom she strolled to the window and looked out. She was again in awe at the beauty of the island. The ocean looked inviting and she would enjoy being out on it in a sailboat.
Moments later she stepped under a jet of warm water thinking a shower was what she needed for her sore muscles because they had definitely been put to the test. The last time when they’d made love before finally drifting off to sleep, they had used another position from that book. A smile formed on her lips. The leapfrog position definitely had had its merits.
Deciding she needed to get dressed quickly before Dominic was tempted to come find out what was taking her so long, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and began toweling dry with one of the huge fluffy towels. Once she was dry she wrapped the towel around her before making her way back to the bedroom to select something out of her closet.
She found an outfit she thought would be perfect, a pair of crochet-trim gauchos with a matching tunic top that tied at the back of the neck. It was an outfit she had purchased last summer while visiting Cheyenne in Jamaica.
Moments later she stood, completely dressed in front of the mirror, viewing the results and finding them acceptable. She hoped