Tall, Dark_.Westmoreland! - Brenda Jackson [34]
In addition to checking her out, he was trying to get a read on her but couldn’t. The sexual chemistry had hit the airwaves the moment she had walked through the door. With them, it couldn’t be helped. But what about her attitude? he wondered. She had said yesterday that she didn’t want them to become involved. Yet when he had defied her wishes and had called and asked her to meet with him here, she had accepted.
What was she expecting from him? What was he expecting from her?
He definitely knew what he wanted, but wanting and expecting were two different things. For the moment he was just glad to have her here, in this hotel room, alone with him. Had she come to spend time with him or to chew him out for having the audacity to call and ask her to meet with him? He was certain he was about to find out.
“Hello, Olivia.”
“Reggie.” And then, with her gaze still locked firmly with his, she moved away from the door and walked toward him.
His heart somehow began beating again, and it was only when she came to a stop directly in front of him that he allowed his gaze to shift and took note of the cut of her blouse. The low, square cut showed the nice swell of her breasts. They were breasts he had tasted before and was dying to taste again. Not surprisingly, something primal stirred inside him. His heart rate increased, and he breathed in deeply as a way to slow it down.
He cleared his throat. “I ordered lunch,” he heard himself say and watched as she glanced behind him to see the table that had been set for two. “I’ll call them to deliver the food when we’re ready to eat,” he said and drew a somewhat shaky breath.
She reached out and smoothed her hand along the back of his neck. “Are you hungry now, Reggie?” she asked, her voice an octave lower than he remembered.
He swallowed thickly. The feel of her fingers on his skin was pure torture. “It’s up to you, since you’re my guest.”
A smile touched her lips at the corners. “In that case, we can wait. I’d rather do this now.” And then she leaned up on tiptoe and connected her mouth to his.
At that moment whatever control he had been holding on to broke, and he instantly swept her into his arms without disconnecting their mouths. He wanted to head directly for the bedroom, but at that moment the only thing he could do was stand there with her in his arms and savor her this way, not sure when or if he would be granted the opportunity to do so again. He intended to make this their day, just like Saturday had been their night.
On the way to the hotel, Brent had tried to pin him down as to where he was going. He had told his friend that he was to be disturbed only if there was an emergency. He could tell Brent had wanted more information, but none had been forthcoming. What he did on his personal time was his business, and this lunch was on his personal time. And he was feasting on what he enjoyed most. Olivia’s mouth.
He wasn’t sure what had changed her mind since yesterday, when she had been adamant about not getting involved with him, but he was just glad she had. There was only so much a man could take.
He finally pulled back from her mouth. It was then that she nuzzled against his ear. The tip of her tongue trailed a path beneath it, and then she whispered. “I want to make love with you again—”
Before she could finish her words, he headed in the direction of the bedroom, sidestepping the table set for two. She laughed when he gently tossed her on the bed, then captured her laughter with his mouth when he quickly joined her there. And then it was back on. The heat was blazing. They didn’t have a moment to waste, and they both knew it. As they lay fully clothed in bed, with their mouths joined