One Special Moment - Brenda Jackson [52]
She caught her breath when he released her mouth, and began placing a trail of butterfly kisses around her nose, ears and neck. And when his hand pushed the robe from her shoulders, she almost drowned in the sea of desire that shone in his dark eyes.
Sterling breathed in Colby’s scent as he looked at every detail of her. The thin, white, spaghetti-strap gown she wore was short and skimpy and didn’t come close to fully covering her. Slowly, his fingers reached out and touched the gentle curve of her waist to the small of her back. When his fingers moved upward to graze the soft swell of her breasts that were pressing against the thin material, he heard her release a passionate groan.
These were the breasts that would one day nourish his son, he thought as his fingers gently caressed each one. Wanting her in a way he had never wanted another woman, he leaned down and kissed her again, wanting her taste to fill him completely. This kiss was hungrier, more urgent, and more full of strained passion. He pulled her even closer to the hard length of him. The feel and taste of her were all-consuming.
Thunder rumbled overhead and with the turbulent sound, Colby’s control returned. She had allowed Sterling’s kiss and fondling to render her mindless, and knew she had to put a stop to what they were doing. Things were getting out of hand. She had a will of her own and was determined to use it. She had given him liberties she’d never given another man because she loved him, but she had to remind herself he didn’t love her. And at that moment when he whispered in her ear just what he wanted to do to her tonight in his huge bed, it reinforced her resolve.
She broke off their kiss and moved out of his arms. “I’m sorry, Sterling. Please don’t think I’m a tease. I never meant for things to go this far, but you make me lose myself,” she said truthfully. “We can’t continue to do this any longer. It’s not—”
“Proper,” Sterling muttered, finishing the statement for her. Frustration clearly lined his features and was evident in his voice.
“Yes,” she said, nodding and putting her robe back on. “I’m glad you agree.”
“I don’t agree with anything, Colby.” The set of his jaw was firm and the darkness in his eyes was intense. “Do me a favor and go to bed.”
She cast a glance at him and saw his frustrated features. “We have enough to deal with in our relationship without the complications of sex before our marriage, don’t you think?”
Sterling looked at her like she had completely lost her mind. “No. I don’t think that way at all,” he snapped.
There was a gentle quietness in her voice when she replied, “Then it’s a good thing I’m thinking clearly for the both of us. Good night.”
Sterling watched as she quickly walked away toward the house. When she was no longer in sight he removed his shorts and raced off toward the beach. For once he was in dire need of the cold ocean waters.
Kyle was right, he was in way too deep.
Chapter 12
“Sterling, promise me you’ll try to get along with James.”
Sterling sat leaning back in the seat of his private jet with his eyes closed. Colby’s words, which had been whispered softly in his ears, made him cock one eye open and look at her. The gaze that met his was so serious he couldn’t help but open both eyes.
“Colby, your brother is the least of my problems right now,” he replied truthfully, in an irritated tone. He was tempted to tell her his main problem was having endured a sleepless night, and he wasn’t in a good mood because of it. His late-night swim in the ocean had done little to quench his desire for her. The wanting he felt was strong, urgent and needy. It was like a deep ache straining against the zipper of his pants. And it wasn’t helping matters sitting this close to her tempting body.
“If anything he better