Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [41]
She was not going to waste her time wondering how it happened, or why it had happened. She was willing to accept that it had happened…just as she was willing to accept it would be a one-sided love affair that would lead nowhere. At the end of the thirty days she would be leaving. But at this very moment, she had tonight and wanted to take full advantage of it.
“I do trust you, Clint,” she finally said softly. “Teach me how to play your game.”
Ten
S till holding her hand in his, Clint moved around the desk to gently pull her up from her seat and into his arms. He knew she had to see the desire flaring in his eyes, had to know from his aroused state just how much he wanted her. And he did want her and had from the first, when he’d seen her at the airport.
Leaning slightly, he took the liberty to place his open hands over her bottom, bringing her closer to him, and groaned through clenched teeth when he felt her softness come to rest against his hardness. Desire ripped into him, adding to the heat that was already there.
“Alyssa.” He moaned her name just moments before covering her mouth with his, devouring with an intensity that shook him to the core. He’d become familiar with her taste, the very essence of her flavor, and each time his mouth was reacquainted with it, one part of him wanted to savor it slowly, while the other part wanted to devour her whole.
He was too far gone to savor yet he refused to be rushed. He wanted to make their passion something she would enjoy. That way she would let him make love to her again…and again…and again.
In his mind, nothing about their relationship had changed. They were just taking things to the next level. They were adults and they would be able to handle it. They would make no promises, just pleasure. In thirty days, their marriage would be annulled and Alyssa would leave. His life would continue just the way it had before getting that fateful letter from the bureau. For some reason the thought of Alyssa leaving made him feel uneasy.
She pushed against his chest so he could release her mouth and when he saw her lips he understood why. Already they looked thoroughly kissed. “Don’t know just how much of that I can handle,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
He knew he could kiss her in other ways and was anxious to explore those options with her. In his mind, the game of playing with fire was basically doing just that, and he was curious to see just how much heat she could handle.
“Come with me,” he said as he led her over to the sofa. He sat down and then pulled her down in his lap. Immediately, he brushed a feathery kiss on the top of her head. When he saw her trying to pull the T-shirt she was wearing down to cover her exposed thighs, he stilled her hands.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
He reached out his hand to stroke her flesh there, liking the feel of her soft skin. From that first day he had enjoyed looking at her legs. But lately she had covered them up with jeans. The jeans she wore always emphasized her womanly curves, so he’d had no reason to complain, until now.
In fact, when it came to Alyssa, he was unable to find fault with anything. The only thing that gave him reason to pause was her unwillingness to discuss her family at any great length. He had tried getting her to talk about them while they were at the mall, but she hadn’t had a lot to say. He couldn’t help but wonder what they thought of her living with him for thirty days. Had she told them the full story like he had told his siblings? he wondered.
Cole had called earlier tonight from Mexico where he’d been for the past month on assignment. Like with Casey, Chester hadn’t wasted any time sharing the news. It didn’t come as a surprise that Cole had thought the situation rather amusing. Cole said he was glad it was Clint caught in that predicament and not him. Cole had claimed that he was too much of a ladies’s man to be tied down to just one woman. The first question his brother had asked was if Alyssa was pretty. Clint had assured