One Special Moment - Brenda Jackson [67]
Unable to sleep, he propped his body up on the pillow. Colby’s scent, that special fragrance of hers, was all over him and he knew there wasn’t any place he could go without some reminder of her.
He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but think about the softness of her skin, the heat of her body and the sweetness of her smile after the first time they had made love.
Her smile.
Tonight, each time she smiled at him he felt like a man on top of the world. A man with a very special woman. And he had gotten more than just a glimpse of heaven. Just as she had predicted, he had become a part of it. He had found heaven in her arms.
Sterling reopened his eyes and raked a hand across his face, releasing a deep gutted breath. “What is she doing to me?” he asked himself quietly. Before the question had fully left his lips he knew the answer.
She was breaking his resolve, messing with his mind, and undermining his determination to keep things on a business level between them. She had taken advantage of a weakness he hadn’t known he had, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it went beyond mere physical desire. She was easing her way into his very soul.
His hands balled into fists. I don’t want this in my life! I don’t need this! All I want is my child! Not a mother for my child nor a wife for myself! I want my original plan, where she’s history a year after my child is born. I want her out of my life!
But as his mind thought those things, another part of him ached with different emotions. His breath thickened in his throat, almost making it impossible to breathe. A turbulent war was going on within him, and he fought desperately for control of the situation. The last thing he wanted was to become a victim to love like his father had done. He didn’t want his life dictated by the whims of a woman who might not be there for him when he needed her most. But he couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting back again to earlier that night. Colby had made love to him in a way no other woman had before. He had felt her sincerity in everything she did. There wasn’t a pretentious bone in her body.
At that moment, Sterling heard the sound of the connecting bedroom door opening. Moonlight washing in through the curtains made out Colby’s form in the darkness. She stood in the center of the room wearing a short, skimpy silk robe. The sight of her barely clad body and the floral scent of her assaulted his senses. The silk robe showed off her long, slender legs, the feminine curve of her hips and her high, rounded breasts.
His breathing thickened even more and the hands, which were balled into fists at his sides, trembled. She stood in the room, a few feet from the bed with the same expression on her face that had been there when she had been underneath him while they had made love. It was a look of total trust and surrender. She was again offering him peace and calm from the turbulent storm raging within him. He knew he should rebel at the pull she had on him, and fight her all the way. He shouldn’t let her get any closer to his emotion than she already had.
But when she took another step into the room, coming closer to him, the only thing he could think about was keeping her even closer. He released a deep breath and gave up the fight. At this moment, he wasn’t strong enough to fight her and what she was offering him: a sweet, steamy sexual healing of his mind and body.
He extended his hand to her, and unhesitantly she took it. Her hand felt warm in his larger one. He eased the robe off her shoulders and he pulled her to him, making room for her in the bed.
“I woke up and you were gone,” she whispered as he cradled her close to him. “I missed you.”
He didn’t say anything. At the moment he couldn’t say anything. He just