Quade's Babies - Brenda Jackson [34]
“No. I usually don’t eat a lot. In fact, I eat more now because of the babies. I have to do whatever it takes to keep my milk supply up.”
He turned and his gaze automatically went to her chest and was ridiculously pleased when the nipples of her breasts seemed to press tight against her blouse, under the onslaught on his intense stare. Childbirth seemed to have made them fuller, and undeniably tempting.
A swarm of sensations seemed to engulf him and he knew the cause. That night in Egypt, her breasts, like all the rest of her, had been for his pleasure and he in turn had made sure she had gotten hers. And she had, plenty of times over.
Don’t even try it, he thought to himself. What you’re thinking about doing is worse than taking candy from a baby.
His gaze shifted from her chest to her face and he saw in her eyes the same need that he felt. He knew this was crazy, but the attraction between them was back. It was making his body throb.
He hadn’t slept with another woman since the night he had shared with her. He hadn’t wanted another woman, and now he knew why. He also knew things would always be this way with them—instant attraction, quick response, unhurried fulfillment. He had just walked back into her life today, shown up on her doorstep just this evening. But they didn’t have to go through any long, drawn out preliminaries. Neither did they have to take time to get reacquainted, at least not this way. This was one area where they knew each other inside out. He knew exactly what he had to do to make her moan, calling out his name in a raspy tone while begging for more.
And he had become privy to all that information in one night.
Their time together in Egypt would always hold special memories for him and he hoped the same held true for her. And in the end they had produced three beautiful human beings who would be a constant reminder of that night.
“I thought you were taking something out of the refrigerator to eat,” he heard her say.
Quade felt his mouth stretch into a smile as he crossed the room, closing the distance separating them. “It just occurred to me that I have a taste for something altogether different, and what I want isn’t in the refrigerator,” he said smoothly.
“Where is it then?”
He heard the nervous hitch in her voice and was able, without very much effort, to inhale her heated scent. His gaze raked over her and he took in everything about her. There was her beautiful brown skin—a complexion that was smooth and creamy, absolutely flawless. She had shoulder-length, dark hair that hung straight with a little curl at the ends, and black eyes and high cheekbones that gave her an exotic look. Then there was her body, as perfect as it had been before. It was still model-thin, but now there was a lushness, a ripeness, to her perfect curves that were the result of motherhood.
He came to a stop in front of her and reached out and took her hand and pulled her closer to him, plastering her body to his. She may have seen how aroused he was when he crossed the room, but now he wanted her to feel just how aroused he was.
Quade pressed his body even closer to her, exhilarated in the contact. He leaned forward and whispered deep in her ear while taking his free hand and lowering it to the apex of her thighs and touching her through the denim material of her jeans. “Here, Cheyenne. What I want to taste is right here.”
Cheyenne knew this was madness, heated lust of the worst kind. But as she felt his hard erection pressed against her, all she could think about was of him sliding it inside of her hot body. And she was hot. It seemed she had buttons only he knew how to push. She hadn’t slept with another man since that night she had spent with him, and tonight, now, this very moment, her body was letting her know it. It was craving a time it had been fulfilled to an infinite degree.
“Do you remember how things were between us the last time?” she heard him ask. His voice was hot and husky against her ear, while his jeans-clad thigh brushed against hers over and