Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [38]
She shook her head. She wouldn’t want his mouth outlawed, definitely not with the lingering sensations she was feeling now. Once she got home and calmed her enflamed nerves by drinking a cup of herbal tea, she would be able to recover her shattered brain cells and recoup her senses. At least now she was aware just what she was up against, and the next time she would be fully prepared.
To be honest, a part of her, though—definitely not the area between her legs—was hoping there wouldn’t be a next time. Fool that she was, she had even confessed to him that it had been her first time.
“That was real smart, Samari,” she muttered angrily to herself as she hit the button to roll down her car window. The cool night air blowing in her face was what she needed right now.
Sam glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the object of her distraction was following her home again tonight. She couldn’t do anything but smile, thinking that at least she would have the upper hand in something. He evidently assumed he had primed her for the next phase of her seduction, and that she was so hot and bothered that she would tell the attendant at the security gate to let him through. It wouldn’t surprise her if Blade was already wearing a condom in anticipation.
When she came to a traffic light her thoughts went back to what had happened in his parked car. Talk about something that had definitely been wild and risqué. And to make matters worse, she had been so absorbed in what he’d been doing to her that she hadn’t given much thought to where they were parked. Frank, who usually worked from nine at night to nine the next morning, had a habit of driving around the parking lot as part of his security duties. What if he had caught them in a compromising position? Talk about major embarrassment.
She frowned when she saw that Blade was still following behind her as she turned into the driveway toward the security gate. He actually thought she would be gullible enough to tell the guard that it would be okay to let him through. The corners of her lips curved in a wicked smile. She would take great pleasure in bursting his arrogant bubble. She brought her car to a stop. The attendant recognized her and the security arm was lifted.
As she drove through, she glanced back in the rearview mirror. When she saw Blade stopping at the station, she smiled as she kept on going. He would probably claim that he was with her, but the attendant on duty would not let him through under any circumstances without her consent, which she hadn’t given. That would serve Blade right, for assuming he had the upper hand after what had happened tonight.
She had just hit the switch inside her car to open her garage door when she noticed the headlights coming toward her cul-de-sac. She blinked upon recognizing the dark sedan. There was no way. No how. But when the car pulled into the driveway next to hers, she knew for certain it was Blade.
Everything before her turned red as she quickly switched off her ignition and got out of her vehicle at the same moment he did. He had the audacity, the sheer gall, to smile at her.
“Out kind of late, aren’t you, Sam?” Blade said, leaning against his car as he watched her approach with a look on her face that could only be described as furious.
“What are you doing here?” She all but flung out the words.
He shrugged easily before saying, “This place was empty so I decided to lease it while I’m in town.”
She stared at him for a moment before the full impact of his words seemed to sink in. He could tell the moment they did by the look in her eyes. They had sharpened to slivered glass. “Why would you do such a thing?” she all but snapped.
He gave her a faint smile and said, “I like having you within easy reach.”
Sam burst through her front door and slammed it shut behind her. She threw her purse on the sofa in a fury. Her Italian temper was in full bloom. She began pacing the floor, calling herself all