Spontaneous - Brenda Jackson [46]
Just because.
Just because he thought she was simply adorable. Just because she had to be the most sensuous woman he’d ever met. And just because everything they did was spontaneous. Especially when they made love.
“I hope there’s a reason for that smile, Duan.”
He hadn’t noticed she’d turned around. “There is a reason, but it has nothing to do with that call I just got from Landon,” he said, crossing the room to place his cell phone back on the nightstand. “The smile has everything to do with you and your behavior at the fair today.”
She looked at him, surprised. “My behavior? And just what was wrong with my behavior?”
He forced his conversation with Landon to the back of his mind and crossed his arms over his chest, not bothered by the fact that he was standing in front of her totally naked and fully aroused. She was used to seeing him hard, as well as nude, since that was the way he slept every night. That was the way she slept, too, although she admitted it was something she’d only begun doing since being with him.
“I couldn’t believe how many of those wild and crazy rides we went on,” he said, grinning. “Most women would have backed off, claimed they were too scary. But not you. Makes me wonder just what else you like doing for kicks.” Not that he didn’t have a good idea. In the time they’d spent together, he had come to know her pretty well.
“I like to cook, but I wouldn’t say I do it for kicks,” she said, chuckling. “Mainly for survival.”
Yes, he knew she liked to cook. She had awakened him that Sunday morning after their fishing trip to breakfast in bed—pan-seared pieces of the fish they’d caught, grits and the best buttermilk biscuits he’d ever eaten.
“Tell me something about you that I don’t know,” he suggested, moving closer to place a kiss on her nose and then her lips.
“We’ve already covered the good, the bad and the ugly. Besides, I can’t think when you kiss me,” she protested as his mouth slid to her neck.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, sliding his arms around her waist and proceeding to run his hands down her hips, the portion not covered by the T-shirt. He then cupped her naked backside to bring her smack against him.
“If you stop, I might have to hurt you,” she threatened in a voice that sounded close to a moan. And when he returned his lips to hers, she opened her mouth to take his tongue and wrap her arms around his neck.
The scent of her aroused him even more, and he deepened the kiss while pulling her closer to him. There was this chemistry between them that had him wanting to lay his hands on her every chance he got. Even when they were just sitting together—alone or with others—he had a tendency to place his hand on her thigh, as if he liked having that connection.
From the first he’d never questioned why he liked touching her so much. He’d just accepted it, like he was doing now. He no longer had to analyze why things were the way they were between them. Why he enjoyed getting naked with her, sinking deep into her body, and reaching a climax where his release seemed endless, especially when it mingled with hers.
And why, despite the lust and desire he felt for her, he still enjoy doing simple things with her, such as sharing breakfast in bed, listening to her talk about her job at the hospital, hearing her excitement about going to med school.
He looked forward to breathing in the same air that she did, looking into her face while they ate, waking up with her scent all over him and her limbs entwined with his. Before being with her, he’d much preferred sleeping alone. Now he wondered how he would ever sleep alone again.
In an unexpected move, she withdrew her mouth from his. “Hey, Jeffries, you’re slow. You’re already naked, so what’s the holdup with me?” She took a step back and whipped the T-shirt over her head, tossing it aside. “Don’t you like