Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [25]
“The scent. It’s different.”
A smile touched her mouth. She wasn’t surprised that he had picked up on something, which proved he was a passionate man. “It’s called Arouse,” she said, watching the darkening of his eyes when she said it. “It’s supposed to—”
“No need to explain. I have an idea what it’s supposed to do,” he said, moving away from the door and walking slowly toward her. Her gaze traveled over him and immediately noticed something.
“And as you can see,” he said, coming to a stop in front of her, “it works.” He reached out and took his jacket from her and tossed it on the sofa. He then took hold of her hand to bring her body flush against his. “But I would be in this state even if you hadn’t put it on.”
“Why?”
“Because I ache for you.”
Tristan knew Danielle assumed it was an ache that had begun recently, probably just that day. Someday he would let her know that in all actuality, he’d ached for a long time. It was an ache he thought he would never get rid of, but tonight he would.
He regarded her for a long moment, wanting to kiss her, put his hands all over her, trail his mouth across every inch of her skin. He wanted to know the taste of her just like he wanted her to know the taste of him. Going from friends to lovers would be something she wouldn’t forget. Neither would he, and he intended to make it so.
“You said earlier today that you’re desperate, Dani. I plan to find out just how desperate you are.”
Dani stared at him and could feel him pressed against her. His voice had a husky timbre now, one that sent soft chills through her body, while at the same time an enticing warmth flowed through her veins, heated her blood. She wasn’t used to such desire, such an ingrained degree of yearning and craving. He wanted to see desperation? She had no problem displaying it to him in living color.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been intimate, and considering the man she’d been with, she didn’t want to remember it. She would welcome any new memories Tristan wanted to make. Tonight was their night. Tomorrow would be their day. For however long it lasted, it would be their time.
She took a step back out of his arms. “You want to see desperation, Tristan Adams? I will give you desperation.” And before he could react, she reached behind her and with swift fingers undid the catch of her dress. Before he could blink, it slithered down her hips. As a model she’d learned how to get in and out of clothes quickly, and from the look in his eyes she could tell he appreciated that lesson.
She watched his gaze take in all of her, every inch her black-lace, low-cut pushup bra and matching thong didn’t cover. His eyes left a heated trail across certain parts of her body and a lingering hot caress on others. The evidence of his arousal was becoming even more prevalent. Deep within her something seemed to break free. She felt her senses unraveling, replaced by a desire to explore everything and anything with this man.
With that thought imprinted in her brain and feeling compelled to get swept up in the storm of emotions that were descending on her like a whirlwind, she took two steps toward him. Instinctively he reached for her, giving her the warm embrace she needed.
Tristan tilted up her face with his fingertips, letting his gaze linger on it for a long moment before slowly lowering his mouth to hers, kissing the sigh off her lips. There he found a sweetness that touched him to the core. He was driven to lap it up with a hunger he felt to his bones. He needed her like he had never needed any other woman, and wanted her just as much.
He heard her moan beneath his mouth while she kissed him back, making his muscles quiver. Simply put, she had a way of igniting passion with fire, the degree of which nearly burned him.
She freed her mouth from his and inhaled deeply, and from the look in her eyes he could tell the kiss had affected her just as much as it had him. He would show her desperation, as well, he thought,