Temptation - Brenda Jackson [39]
Sheila nearly moaned at the boldness of his statement. And the desire she saw in his dark gaze was so fierce, so ferocious, that she could feel an intensity stirring within her that she’d never felt before. His need was rousing hers.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, brought her mouth close to his and whispered thickly, “And I want you inside me, too.” And she meant it. Had felt each and every word she had spoken. The throbbing between her legs had intensified from the hardness of him pressing against her and she was feeling him. Boy, was she feeling him.
Before she could release her next breath, he swept her off her feet and into his arms and headed across the hall to his bedroom.
Nothing, Zeke thought, had prepared him for meeting a woman like Sheila. She hadn’t come on to him like others. Had even tried keeping her distance. But the chemistry had been too great and intensified each and every time they were within a foot of each other.
The last time they’d made love had been almost too much for his mind and body to handle. And now he could only imagine the outcome of this mating. But he needed it the way he needed to breathe.
He placed her on the bed and before she could get settled, he had whipped the nightgown from her body. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hey, you’re good at that.”
“At what?” he asked, stepping back to remove his own clothes.
“Undressing a woman.”
As he put on a condom, he glanced at her. She was the only woman he wanted to undress. The only woman he enjoyed undressing. The only woman he wanted to make love to. Suddenly, upon realizing what his mind had just proclaimed, he forced it free of such an assertion. He could and never would be permanently tied to any one woman. That was the last thing he wanted to think about now or ever.
He moved back toward the bed. The way she was gazing at every inch of his body made him aware of just what she was seeing, and just what he wanted to give her. What he wanted them to share. What he intended them to savor.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and returned her gaze with equal intensity. Moonlight pouring in through his window shone on her nakedness. There she was. Beautiful. Bare. His eyes roamed over her uplifted breasts, creamy brown skin, small waist, luscious thighs, gorgeous hips and then to the apex of her thighs.
“Zeke.”
She said his name before he even touched her. She rose on the bed to meet him. The moment their lips fused, it was on. Desire burst like a piece of hot glass within him, cutting into his very core. Blazing heat rushed through his veins with every stroke of his tongue that she returned.
He lowered her to the mattress and pulled back from the kiss, needed the taste of her and proceeded to kiss her all over. He gloried in the way she trembled beneath his mouth, but he especially liked the taste of her wet center, and proved just how much he enjoyed it.
She came in an explosion that shook the bed and he cupped her bottom, locked his mouth to her while those erotic sensations slashed through her. And when his tongue found a section of her G-spot and went after it as if it would be his last meal, she shuddered uncontrollably.
It was only then that he pulled back and placed his body over hers. “I like your taste,” he whispered huskily. He eased inside her, stretching her as he went deep. Her womb was still aching and he could feel it. Already she wanted more and he intended to give her what she wanted.
He began thrusting inside her, thinking he would never tire of doing so. He was convinced there would never come a time when he wouldn’t want to make love to her. He slid his hands beneath her hips to lift her off the bed, needing to go even deeper. And when he had reached the depth he wanted, he continued to work her