Irresistible Forces - Brenda Jackson [46]
Thinking he couldn’t let that happen, he glanced at his watch. “Come on, it’s time to get back.”
He pushed the covers aside and stood and then reached a hand to help her up. He couldn’t help staring at her naked body. The woman was so sinfully gorgeous, it was a shame.
“We’ll take a shower when we get back,” he said so she wouldn’t be surprised when he pulled her into the shower with him later.
She only nodded as she got dressed. He finished before she did and glanced over at her to see her standing across from the mirror fussing with her hair. As he continued to watch her, he was amazed by the influx of emotions that consumed him, emotions he wasn’t used to dealing with. Desire was something he understood. Lust was something he was used to, something he often craved. But he wasn’t used to what he felt whenever he touched Taylor. And making love to her was another issue altogether.
She must have felt his eyes on her because she shifted her glance and met his gaze in the mirror. She smiled before twirling around for his inspection. “How do I look?”
He had to bite down to keep from saying, “Like you belong to me.” Instead he said, “Beautiful as usual.” He meant every word.
And then he crossed the room to her, needing to taste her one long, last time before he went up top to take his place at the wheel. Once they set sail he would have to concentrate on what he was doing and not on her. As if she knew his intent, exactly what was on his mind, she took the steps and met him halfway. And when he came to a stop in front of her, she reached up and placed her arms around his neck. He leaned down and connected his mouth to hers, angling his head for deeper penetration and releasing a satisfied groan when he got it.
Yes, this was the desire he understood, the lust he craved. But yet he couldn’t discount that somewhere in the shadows lurked emotions he didn’t want to cope with.
He didn’t want to think about that now. He would find a way to deal with those unwanted emotions later.
“I had a nice time, Dominic,” Taylor said as they entered their suite. The first thing she intended to do was take a shower and she couldn’t help wondering if he would join her. She had never been a person who constantly had sex on her mind but around Dominic such a thing seemed as natural as breathing.
“I had a nice time, too,” he said, tossing the room key on the table. “It’s almost dinnertime. Do you have a particular taste for anything?”
She was glad his back was to her and he couldn’t see her lick her lips. If only he knew what cravings had begun controlling her appetite recently. She shook her head, thinking that something was definitely wrong with her. She’d never been this hard up to get laid in her life and suddenly became suspicious of something. The resort had been the one to prepare the lunch they’d taken on board the ship, and she couldn’t help wondering if perhaps some of the foods had contained some sort of the aphrodisiac-laced ingredients that the brochure had bragged about using in a lot of their foods. After making love most of the afternoon, the idea of doing so again should be the furthest thing from her mind, but it wasn’t.
“One of us got a call while we were out,” Dominic said, claiming her attention as she watched him cross the room to the phone and its red blinking light.
She couldn’t help wondering who could be calling. Her secretary knew not to bother her unless it was an extreme emergency and—
“It was for you,” Dominic said, hanging the phone up. “A call from your sister Vanessa.”
“Vanessa?” she said in surprise as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. She had turned it off earlier since she knew the reception on the ocean wouldn’t be good. As she punched in Vanessa’s number, she hoped everything was okay. Vanessa