Temptation - Brenda Jackson [30]
He turned around to face her and wished he hadn’t. She had two glasses in her hand and a bottle of wine under her arm. But what really caught his attention was the way the firelight danced across her features, combined with the glow from the candles. She looked like a woman he wanted to make love to. Damn.
She was temptation.
Zeke moved to assist her with the glasses and wine bottle, and the moment their hands touched, he was a goner. Taking both glasses, as well as the wine bottle, from her hands, he placed both on the table. And then he turned back to her, drew her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers.
Sheila went into his arms willingly, their bodies fusing like metal to magnet. She intended to go with the flow. And boy was she rolling. All over the place.
She could feel his hand in the small of her back that gently pressed her body even closer to his. And she felt him. At the juncture of her thighs. His erection was definitely making its presence known by throbbing hard against her. It was kicking her desire into overdrive. And she could definitely say that was something that had never happened to her before. Since her breakup with Crawford she had kept to herself. Hadn’t wanted to date anyone. Preferred not getting involved with any living male.
But being in Zeke’s arms felt absolutely perfect. And the way he was mating his mouth with hers was stirring a yearning within her she hadn’t been aware she was capable of feeling. And when he finally released her mouth, he let her know he wasn’t through with her when his teeth grazed the skin right underneath her right ear, causing shivers to flow through her. And then his teeth moved lower to her collarbone and began sucking gently there.
She tilted her head back and groaned deeply in her throat. What he was doing felt so good and she didn’t want him to stop. But he did. Taking her mouth once again.
He loved her taste.
And he couldn’t get enough of it, which was why he was eating away at her mouth with a relentless hunger. He was driven by a need that was as primitive as time and as urgent as the desire to breathe. He could feel the rise and fall of her breasts pressed to his chest and could even feel the quivering of her thighs against his.
He hadn’t had the time or inclination to get involved with a woman since moving to Royal. Brad’s problems meant putting his social life on hold. He had been satisfied with that until Sheila had come along. She had kicked his hormones into gear, made him remember what it felt like to be hard up. But this was different. He’d never wanted a woman to this extreme.
And kissing her wasn’t enough.
Keeping his mouth locked to hers, he walked her backward toward the sofa and when they reached it, he lowered her to it. Pulling his mouth away, he took a lick of her swollen lips before saying, “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want what I’m about to give you.”
She gazed up at him as if weighing his words and his eyes locked with hers. His gaze was practically drowning in the desire he saw in hers. And then he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But still, he was letting her call the shots. And if she decided in his favor, there was no turning back.
Instead of giving him an answer, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth back down to hers. He came willingly. Assuaging the hunger they both were feeling. At the same time, his hands were busy, unbuttoning her pajama top with deft fingers.
He pulled back from the kiss to look down at her and his breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “I want to cherish you with my mouth, Sheila.”
No man had ever said such a thing to her, Sheila thought, and immediately closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath when he immediately went for a breast, sucked a hardened nipple between his lips. She could feel her breasts swelling in his mouth. Her stomach clenched and she couldn’t help moaning his name. She felt every part of her body stir to life