Spontaneous - Brenda Jackson [47]
If only she knew. “I always enjoy seeing you without clothes, Kim,” he said, reaching out and bringing her naked body back to him. And that was no lie. There wasn’t a part of her body that he didn’t like looking at, touching or tasting.
“Then I can’t have you losing your touch,” she said, rubbing against him. His erection got harder when it came into contact with her wet heat.
“I’ll never lose my touch when it comes to you, beautiful,” he said, sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. He headed toward the bed. The primitive male in him wanted her with a need that was consuming every part of his body, sending heat rumbling in his belly.
She kissed his nose and lips. “I love a confident man.”
When she slid out of his arms onto the bed, he ran his hands all over her, needing to touch her everywhere. A degree of hot energy surged in his groin, and when she propped herself on a pillow in that position he loved so much, he leaned down and with the tip of his finger traced a path down her throat and chest, pausing when he got to her stomach.
He drew circles around her navel while thinking about the child she’d said she wanted one day, and wondered about the man who would eventually plant his seed inside her to make it happen. He inhaled sharply when the mere thought of such a thing—Kim having another man’s baby—snatched his breath away.
Fighting back a crazy impulse that was running through his mind, he removed his hand from her to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. How many of these had they gone through already? Hell, he wasn’t counting and he figured neither was she. The main thing was that they were acting as responsible adults and using them.
He sheathed his penis in the condom, and when he glanced over at Kim, the eyes watching him were filled with hot desire. He had come to recognize that look—an urgent and silent message that told him how desperate she was for him to get inside her. That thought sent what felt like liquid fire rushing through his veins.
“You like torturing me, don’t you, Duan?”
“No more than you like torturing me—the way you’re doing now, lying there with your legs spread open. Whenever I see you that way all I can think about is getting inside you.” But it was more than that. He craved her like a man who craved a woman who was in his blood. His head reeled at the very thought.
He watched as she took her hand and slid it down to her thigh, then back up to splay it across her stomach, the same stomach he’d gazed at moments ago. Then she shifted her body to spread her legs even wider, giving him a pure, unadulterated visual of what lay between them. His erection stirred at the same time his heart did.
Unable to resist any longer, he moved toward the bed. “I want you, Kim.”
“Prove it.”
She tossed the words out the moment he placed one knee on the bed and reached for her. “Come here,” he said, lifting her off the bed into his arms and toward his waiting and hungry mouth. And then he tumbled on his back with her on top of him, their mouths still locked.
Kim gripped Duan’s shoulders and concentrated on kissing him with the same intensity that he was kissing her, with a hunger that was sending hot blood racing through her veins. Their mouths fitted together perfectly, like those Lego blocks she had as a kid, and they mated with a fervor that was unrelenting.
He raked his fingers through the curls on her head and she gripped his shoulders tightly as their tongues dueled and tangled, sucked and licked while something fierce and potent tugged deep inside her.
She tried to focus on his mouth and not on what she was feeling in her heart. This wasn’t just sex for her.
This was love in a way she’d never thought possible.
She pulled her mouth away and released a moan from deep within her throat, staring down at him. The look in his eyes was as hot and as predatory as anything she’d ever seen. And behind those dark pupils she sensed a need, the magnitude of which had her inner muscles gripping and tensing something awful.
She moved her hands from his shoulders