Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [32]
She shook her head to clear it, needing to focus mainly on the facts. Clint Westmoreland was the sexiest man she had ever seen in clothes, so naturally a part of her—the feminine part—couldn’t help wondering what he looked like without clothes. That kind of curiosity was new for her.
Then there was the way Clint carried himself. He had a self-assured nature that was very attractive. And lastly, she couldn’t downplay the fact that since meeting him, she experienced an all-consuming desire that had invaded her entire body. It wasn’t in her normal routine to lust after a man but she was definitely lusting after Clint Westmoreland.
She turned away from the window, her mind stricken by what she was thinking, her body shaken by what it needed. The couple of times she had made love with Kevin, it hadn’t done anything for her. She hadn’t felt the earth shake and she hadn’t experienced the feeling of coming out of her skin. In fact, she had been inwardly counting the minutes when it would be over. Was it possible an experience with Clint would be just the opposite? Would it be one she wouldn’t want to end? Such thoughts made her draw in a shaky breath.
As she crossed the room and slipped between the cool covers of the bed, she had a feeling that sleep wouldn’t come easily for her tonight, especially since the aches in her body wouldn’t go away.
By the time she finally closed her eyes, she was convinced that dreaming about all the things Clint could do to her wasn’t sufficient. She wanted to experience the real thing.
Eight
T he next morning Alyssa entered the kitchen to find Clint already sitting at the table drinking coffee. She frowned. She had hoped to get up before him and have breakfast started.
“Chester said he usually doesn’t start cooking until around five o’clock. You’re up early,” she said, glancing at him while going straight to the sink to wash her hands.
A smile touched the corners of his lips as he shrugged one broad shoulder. “I thought I’d have a cup of coffee while watching you work,” he said.
She raised her chin defiantly. “You don’t think I can handle things?” Alyssa asked in an accusing tone.
“Oh, trust me. I believe you can handle things. Chester wouldn’t let you in his kitchen if he thought otherwise. I just wanted to watch you do it and offer my help if you need it,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
A short while later Alyssa wondered if she’d been too quick to give Clint her thanks. Each time she moved around the kitchen she felt his eyes on her and had a feeling his intense stares had nothing to do with her culinary skills. She was dressed in another of the outfits belonging to his sister. This one was a pair of jeans and a top. He’d been right. She and Casey were about the same size and so far everything she’d tried on fit perfectly.
She turned around from the stove to tell him that everything was ready and her gaze collided with his. She saw something flicker in the dark depths of his eyes and that fiery light sent a burning sensation through her middle. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Everything is ready.”
Then, following Chester’s instructions, she called the foreman at the bunkhouse to let him know the meal was ready to be picked up. She had prepared enough food to feed at least fifty people and was grateful for all those times she had helped Aunt Claudine and the other older ladies at church prepare meals for the homeless.
She hung up the phone only to find Clint standing only inches away from her and her pulse rate escalated. He was the epitome of handsome and radiated a sex appeal she couldn’t deal with this early in the morning.
“You did an outstanding job,” he said, and the sound of his voice only added to her discomfort. Alyssa began to feel a tingling sensation all over.
She tried playing off the feeling. “Save your compliment until after you’ve tasted it,” she tried saying lightly.
He smiled. “Don’t have to. I watched you. You definitely know your way around