Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [37]
Before he eased his head away from her, he lifted his gaze and met her eyes, which seemed dazed, hazy, stunned. Surely she’d had a man make love to her in that way before. The look in her eyes, her flushed face, took his breath away. He reached out and gently stroked his hand through her hair, which had come undone and was tumbling around her shoulders, making her look downright sexy and sated.
He let his fingers glide through the strands, while fighting the throbbing of his aroused body part. The interior of the car had her intimate scent. The more he inhaled it, the more he wanted of it. Not only did he want to taste her again, fill his mouth with her flavor, but he wanted to sink his shaft into her, feel the wetness that he’d tasted.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her, knowing she could taste the essence of herself on his lips and tongue. The thought of her doing so sent molten blood surging through his veins, and drove his senses wild, so much so he thought he would explode. But he couldn’t stop kissing her. He couldn’t curb the urgency of his tongue as it took hold of hers, stroking, melding, tangling. This was definitely an R-rated kiss if ever there was one.
Finally, he released her mouth and drew in a deep breath as he leaned back against his seat. He wanted to do a lot more than just kiss her, but he knew the confines of the car wouldn’t allow it.
“Blade…”
He shifted to meet her gaze. Her eyes were still hazy with a look of sensuality, and her breathy voice seemed throaty and constrained. “Yes, Sam?”
“I have a sensual confession of my own to make,” she whispered, in a tone saturated with the aftereffects of her orgasm.
He moved closer to her. “What’s your confession?”
“What you did to me down there…no one…ever.”
He released a hard, guttural breath as his mind translated what she was saying. He had suspected as much, but her confession confirmed it. She had just admitted that no man had ever done to her what he’d just done. A fierce sense of sexual pride arose in him as he shifted his body to lean closer to her lips, connecting them with his again.
He began devouring her mouth once more, enjoying sexual pleasure everywhere his tongue touched. When she pushed him away, he literally groaned in protest.
“I thought I saw a light, Blade.”
He glanced out the window and saw the headlights of what looked like a security patrol car headed their way. He pulled her up on the seat. “Come on. We need to get out of here.”
Blade watched as Sam quickly eased up in her seat. He turned on his headlights to give the impression he was about to pull away, and when the patrol car circled the parking lot and left without approaching them, he released a deep breath.
He glanced back over at Sam and saw her straightening her clothes, tugging her skirt down her thighs. Then she ran fingers through her hair and glanced over at him.
Not sure what she was about to say, and really not wanting to risk that it would be something he didn’t want to hear, he leaned over and kissed her again. He then pulled back, looked into her eyes and whispered, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
He appreciated that she merely nodded as he backed out of the parking space. It didn’t take long to reach where her car was parked. As soon as he pulled up beside it, she opened the door and jumped out.
“Sam!” he called after her.
Instead of slowing down she tossed over her shoulder the same line he’d just said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
He watched as she quickly got into her car, and when her red sports car sped off across the parking lot, he was right behind her.
Sam’s fingers tightened on her steering wheel as she drove through the streets and away from downtown. How did tonight happen? She was supposed to have been the one with the upper hand. But somehow Blade had turned the tables on her, caught her at a weak moment and taken advantage of the fact that she had lowered her guard.
She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stop the tingling sensation that was still