Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [45]
He could have sworn she had tasted of cinnamon and spice that night, and even now the flavor of her still clung to his tongue and wouldn’t go away. Her feminine heat was emitting a scent that was being absorbed into his nostrils, his skin and every damn inch of him.
He released his breath when she got out of the tub, showing a nice curvy and delectable backside. Her long, beautiful legs glistened with water and were gorgeous and as shapely as a pair of legs could be. As soon as her feet, which were as beautiful as the rest of her, touched the tile floor, he noticed a toe ring.
She crossed the floor to where she’d placed a towel across a chair, and worked every curve of her body as she strutted her stuff. A lump formed in his throat as she swayed her hips, lifted her breasts and all but glided sensuously to her destination. A model on a runway could not have done any better. He nearly moaned in agony when she reached for the towel, flapped it open and then draped it around her body, covering up all those parts he’d enjoyed seeing.
“Show’s over, Blade.”
His gaze moved to her face. “Why did you even bother?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “So you’ll have a chance to see what you’ll never get.”
She was teasing him, toying with his jewels, and he didn’t like it one damn bit. “Would you like to bet on that? Two can play your game, Sam.”
He could tell from her expression that she didn’t like the sound of that.
“What do you have in mind? Torment me. Tease me. Tantalize me with no promise of release?” he asked.
“All of the above.”
Now it was his time to chuckle. “Don’t mess with a man who’s at the top of his game, especially if that man is so hard up for you that he can’t think straight.” He was giving her fair warning. It was the right thing to do.
He watched her features and knew she was trying to make a decision about something. “Maybe you’re right. All we’re doing is causing each other agony, which is a waste of time and energy.”
His erection throbbed in anticipation. Now she was making sense.
“But I’m not sure you can handle me, Blade. I’m not a woman who can be easily pleased.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to remind her that pleasing her hadn’t been too difficult the other night. “There’s not a woman walking this earth that I can’t please.”
“So you say.”
“So I know. Give me one night with you to prove it.”
He saw indecision etched on her face. “I’ll think about it.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, you do that. But in the meantime, have breakfast with me in the morning.”
She shook her head. “I have an early appointment at the office.”
“What about lunch?”
“I plan to work through lunch.”
He refused to give up. “Dinner?”
He waited to see if she would come up with another excuse, and then she surprised him by saying, “Dinner will be fine, but it has to be here. It was your treat the last time. It’s only fair that it will be mine this time.”
He nodded, wondering what her “treat” consisted of. “What time?”
“Will six o’clock work?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll see you here at six.”
She was about to open the French doors to her bedroom when he stopped her. “Wait! Do you need me to bring anything?”
She looked at him for a moment, then tossed her head to send the hair that had been atop her head falling to her shoulders. She stood there, looking not only like a seductive creature, but one who was wild and too sexy for words.
“Yes, you can bring something.”
The look in her eyes was scorching every part of him. “What?”
“Plenty of condoms.”
He couldn’t think. His mouth dropped, and before he could pick it up, she slid inside the house and closed the door behind her. And while he stood there in a daze, with a hard-on that was like nobody’s business, the lights on her balcony went off and cast him in total darkness.
Sam couldn’t help the smile on her face as she slid into bed an hour later. By her parting words, Blade could only assume that there would be some action after dinner at her place. But he was so wrong. She planned to tempt him and tease him, but she had no intentions of delivering. In the end