Tall, Dark_.Westmoreland! - Brenda Jackson [46]
When the conversation shifted from her to the latest in women’s fashion, Olivia’s gaze went back to Reggie. He was talking to a group of men. Because the men had that distinguished Westmoreland look, she could only assume that they were relatives of his—brothers or cousins.
She was about to turn her attention back to the group of women around her when Senator Reed, who was standing across the room, caught her eye. He was staring at her. For some reason, the way he was looking at her made her feel uncomfortable, and she quickly broke eye contact with him.
Reggie had endured the party as long as he could and was glad when Brent indicated he could leave. He headed for the door, but not before finding Olivia. He smiled at her and nodded. He knew she would interpret the message.
He had been in his car for about five minutes when she called. “Where are you, sweetheart?” he immediately asked her.
“The ladies’ room. I’m alone, but someone might walk in at any minute. You wanted me to call you?”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “I want you.”
The depths of his words almost made Olivia groan. She turned to make sure she was still alone in the ladies’ room. “And I want you, too,” she whispered into her cell phone.
There was a pause. And then he said, “Meet me. Tonight. Our place.”
Olivia inhaled deeply. Meeting him later wouldn’t be a problem, because her father was a sound sleeper. She knew it would be their last time together for a while. Her brothers would be arriving sometime tomorrow. She could pull something over on her dad, but fooling her brothers was a totally different matter. “Okay, I’ll be there. Later.”
She then clicked off her cell phone.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Libby?”
Olivia glanced over at her father as they walked up the stairs together. “Yes, I had a good time, and the food was excellent.”
Orin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, it was good, and I was glad to see you eat for a change, instead of nibbling.”
When they reached the landing, he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Good night, sweetheart. I’m feeling tired, so I’m going on to bed. What about you?”
“Umm, I may stay up a while and paint. Good night, Dad. Sleep tight.”
He chuckled. “I will.”
As soon as Olivia walked into her room and closed the door behind her, she began stripping out of her clothes, eager to get to the Saxon Hotel and meet Reggie. Going to her closet, she selected a dress. She felt like going braless tonight. Within minutes she was slipping her feet into a pair of sandals and grabbing her purse. Opening the door, she eased out of her room, and within seconds she was down the stairs and out of the house.
She couldn’t wait until she was with Reggie.
Reggie stood when the door to the hotel room opened and Olivia walked in. Without saying anything, she tossed her purse on the sofa and then crossed the room to him. The moment she was within reach, he pulled her into his arms and swept her off her feet.
On other nights he had stamped his ownership all over her body, but tonight he wanted to claim her mouth, lips and tongue and locked all three to his. At the party she had been so close, yet so far, and he had wanted her with a force that had him quaking.
He pulled his mouth back. He was moving toward the bedroom when she began wiggling in his arms. “No. Here. Let’s make love in here.”
The moment he placed her on her feet, she went for his clothes, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and greedily kissing his chest. He was tempted to tell her to slow down, to assure her that they had all night, but he knew that they didn’t. She would need to leave before daybreak.
Her hands went to the buckle of his pants, and he watched as she slid down the zipper before easing her hand inside to cup him. He threw his head back and released a guttural moan as sensations spiraled through him, almost bringing him to his knees. And when she began stroking him, he sucked in a deep breath.
“I want this, Reggie,” she said as she firmly held his shaft.
“And I want to give it