Tall, Dark_.Westmoreland! - Brenda Jackson [37]
He reached out and grabbed hold of one, brought it to his mouth, and she threw her head back as she continued to ride him in a way he had never been ridden before. The woman had power in her thighs, in her hips and in her inner muscles, and she was using them to make shivers race all through him.
In retaliation, he covered her breasts with his kisses, using his lips and tongue to push her over the same edge that he was close to falling from. And when an explosion hit, he bucked until they were almost off the bed, but then her thighs nearly held him immobile. His body was locked so tightly with hers, he wondered if they would be able to separate when the time came. And at that moment he really didn’t care if they couldn’t. He would love to stay inside of her forever, in the place where he would one day plant his seed for their child.
That thought triggered another explosion inside of him, and he groped hard for sanity when Olivia came apart on top of him. Her inner muscles clamped him tightly, and she drew every single thing she could out of him. His lungs felt like they were about to collapse in his throat when he tried to keep from hollering out. Burying his face in her chest, he found a safe haven right between her breasts. He knew from this day forward that whatever it took, one day he would make her totally, completely and irrevocably his.
“We never ate lunch, did we?” Olivia asked as she slid back into her slacks.
“No, and I owe you an apology for that,” Reggie said, pulling up his pants. He stopped what he was doing and stared at her, watched how she was struggling with the buttons on her blouse.
“Come here, Olivia.”
She glanced over at him and smiled before crossing the room to him. “I don’t know why I wore this thing when it has so many buttons. It’s not like I didn’t know that you would be taking it off me.”
He didn’t say anything as he took over buttoning her blouse. She was right. It did have a lot of buttons. That wouldn’t have been so bad if his attention hadn’t been drawn to her flesh-toned bra. “Your bra is my favorite color,” he said, smiling down at her.
“I figured as much when I put it on,” she said, grinning. “You were right. Flesh tone is a color.”
“If you’re hungry, we can still—”
“No. I noticed your cell phone went off a few times. You need to get back to work.”
He chuckled. “Have you noticed the time, Olivia? The day is practically over. We’ve been here for five hours. It’s past five o’clock.” And he really wasn’t bothered by it. “There. All done,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides before he was tempted to do something, like pull her into his arms and kiss her.
“Thanks. Now I definitely need to know something,” she said, looking up at him.
“What?”
“Do you have stock in this place?”
Another smile touched his lips. “Wish I did, but no.”
“Then what kind of connections do you have?” she asked, with an expression on her face that said she was determined to know.
“My connection is my brother Quade. Dominic Saxon is his brother-in-law. Both recently became fathers. Quade has triplets—a son and two daughters and Dominic’s wife, Taylor, gave birth to a son a few months ago.”
“Oh. Proud fathers, I gather.”
Reggie smiled. “Yes, they are.”
He slipped into his shirt while he watched her stand before the dresser’s mirror to redo her makeup. Although he knew he would probably get some resistance, he decided to go ahead and have his say. “I got the room again for this Saturday night, Olivia.”
Olivia met his gaze in the mirror before slowly turning around to stare at him. He had just issued an open invitation, and it was one he wanted her to accept. She continued to stare into his dark eyes, and then she shifted her gaze to study his face. There was something, something she couldn’t decipher, in his eyes and on his face.
“Coming here today was risky, Reggie,” she finally said softly.
“I know,” was his response. “But I had to see you.”
“And I had to be with you,” she said honestly.
Too late she wondered why she would admit such a thing to him,