Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [11]
She moved to take a step back and his hand reached out to her waist, to assist her, or so it seemed. But his hand stayed there and his touch burned her skin through the thin material of her blouse. Her gaze left his eyes and moved to his lips, the one part of him that had always fascinated her. The fullness of them made her imagine just how they would feel on hers. She thought they would be soft to the touch at first, but they would become demanding and hungry as soon as they connected with hers.
She wasn’t a forward person, but one thing Gramps had always taught her was that sometimes, if it was something you really wanted, you just had to take the bull by the horns. Well, she intended to do just that.
He was bending his head toward her, or maybe she imagined that he was doing so. And just to be sure, she leaned forward and slid her hands over his chest. The first touch of his lips on hers sent pleasure points in her body on high alert and when she parted her lips on a sigh, he entered her mouth in one delicious sweep.
He tasted hot. He tasted like a man. And she settled into his kiss as if it was her right to do so. With their mouths locked together, their tongues tangled, stroked and slid everywhere. And then in a move she would have thought was impossible, he thrust his tongue deeper inside her mouth, causing her to instinctively latch on to it, suck it and stroke it some more. This was what you called total mouth concentration, the solicitation of participation and the promise of satisfaction. Everything was there in this kiss. And Clint Westmoreland was delivering in a way that made the quiet existence she had carved out for herself the last two years a waste of good time and energy.
The kiss was incredible, she thought, sinking deeper into it. She might have regrets later but now she needed this. Her entire body felt as if this was what she was supposed to be doing. And considering this was the first day she had seen him in over five years, the very thought of that was crazy and…
Clint abruptly broke off the kiss. He drew much-needed air into his lungs and fought the urgent pull in his loins. How had he let this happen? Where was that control he was famous for? Where was his will to deny anything he thought might threaten his livelihood?
He didn’t say anything to Alyssa. He just stood there and stared at her while trying to get the rampant beating of his heart under control. Trying to fight the sensations overtaking him. She had been kissing him as passionately as he had been kissing her. At first her lack of kissing experience had surprised him, but she was a quick study. The moment his tongue came into play, she’d allowed hers to do the same, and without any hesitation.
“Okay, Clint, what was all that about?” she asked in a quiet tone.
She was staring at him while licking her lips. The intimate gesture made his stomach clench. “I think,” he murmured, “that I should ask you the same thing. That wasn’t a kiss taken, Alyssa, but one that was shared.”
He waited for her to deny his words but she didn’t. Instead she turned away from him and glanced back down to look at his ranch house. And before she could ask he said, “I’ll promise to keep my desire under wraps for the next thirty days.”
For a moment she didn’t say anything, didn’t make a move to even acknowledge that he had spoken. And then she looked back at him and at that moment a wave of desire, more intense than anything he’d ever encountered, raced through him.
“Can you?” she asked softly.
Holding her gaze, he was having a hard