Tall, Dark_.Westmoreland! - Brenda Jackson [47]
When they couldn’t go any farther, he reached out and pulled down the straps of her dress and smiled when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were bared before his eyes. He licked his lips. “Are you wearing anything at all under this dress?” he asked when his mouth went straight to her breasts.
“No.”
“Good.”
He lifted up the hem of her dress and planted his hand firmly on her feminine mound. “And I want this.”
Taking a step back, he tugged her dress the rest of the way down, and the garment drifted to the floor. His gaze raked up and down her naked body. “Nice.”
He then removed his clothes, and, taking a condom out of his wallet, he put it on. Then he reached out and lifted her by the waist. “Wrap your legs around me, Olivia. I’m about to lock us together tightly, to give you what you want and to get what I need.”
As soon as her legs were settled around his waist and his shaft was pointing straight for the intended target, he tilted her hips at an angle to bury himself deep inside of her and then drove into her. She arched her back off the wall, and his body went still. Locked in. A perfect fit. Silence surrounded them, and they both refused to move.
Flames roared to life within him, and he felt himself burning out of control, but he refused to move. Instead, he held her gaze, wanting her to see what was there in his eyes. It was something he couldn’t hold in any longer, but first he wanted to see if she could read it in his gaze.
Olivia stared back at Reggie. She saw desire, heat and longing. She felt him planted deep inside of her. But it was his gaze that held her immobile. In a trance. And she knew at that moment why she kept coming back, kept wanting to be with him when she knew that she shouldn’t.
She loved him.
The result of that admission was felt instantly: her body shivered. In response, Reggie, she noted, never wavered in his relentless stare, and then he spoke in a deep, husky voice. “I love you.”
She immediately stifled a deep sigh before reaching up and placing her arms around his neck and saying, “And I love you.”
Reggie’s lips curved into a smile before he leaned down and sank his mouth onto hers as his body began moving, slowly, then fast, in and out of her with powerful thrusts, stirring passion, fanning the fire and then whirling them through an abyss of breathless ecstasy. Over and over again, he made love to the woman he loved and captured her moans of pleasure in his mouth. And when she shattered in his arms and he followed her over the edge, he knew he wasn’t through with her yet.
They had just begun.
He tightened his hold on her, and on weak legs, he moved toward the bedroom. For them, time was limited tonight. Their passion was raging out of control. But moments ago they had let go and claimed love, and when they tumbled onto the bed together, he knew that tonight was just the beginning for them.
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s time to go.”
Olivia lifted her eyes and gazed up at Reggie. He was standing beside the bed, fully dressed. “What time is it?” she asked sleepily, forcing herself to sit up.
“Almost four in the morning, and I got to get you home,” he said.
She nodded. Although they had driven separate cars, it was the norm for him to follow behind her and see her safely inside her house. Excusing herself, she quickly went to the bathroom, and when she returned moments later, he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
He reached out his hand to her. “Come here, baby.”
And she did. She went to him, and he pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her so deeply and thoroughly, she could only curl up in his warmth and enjoy. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, he gazed down at her lips.
“You have beautiful lips,” he whispered softly.
“Thank you.”
His gaze then moved to her eyes. “And I meant what I said earlier tonight, Olivia. I love you.”
She nodded. “And I meant what I said earlier, too. I love you.” She didn’t say anything else for a minute, and then she added, “Crazy, isn’t it?”
“Not really.