The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [21]
And when their lips locked and he inserted his tongue inside her mouth, the contact was so intimate, heated and passionate that she knew there was nothing she could do but stand there and enjoy it.
And she did.
They were consenting adults and a little kiss never hurt anyone, she convinced herself when her tongue joined in with his. But this was no little kiss, she discovered moments later. The tongue stroking hers was strong and capable, arousing her to a pitch higher than he’d done that night in her hotel room.
It was the usual Durango kiss—long, hot, sexy. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl, your breasts feel full and your stomach tingle. She closed her eyes to feel more deeply the sensations that crowded her mind and the electrical charges that were burning all over her body. She breathed in his scent, glorying in the slow, methodical way he was making love to her mouth.
Too soon, he reluctantly broke off the kiss. She slowly opened her eyes, met the deep intensity of his gaze, expelled a deep breath, then dragged in an unsteady one, feeling satisfied. And even now she saw his gaze was still locked on to her lips.
“I enjoy kissing you,” he said softly, throatily, as if that explained everything, especially every tantalizing stroke of his tongue.
She watched those dark, intense eyes that were focused on her mouth get even darker. “Um, I can tell.”
She had to admit that nothing about her visit to his home had turned out like she’d planned. She had come to tell her news and leave. It was too bad she hadn’t stuck to her plans. But then, if she had, she wouldn’t be standing here discovering once again what true passion was like. Before meeting him, she hadn’t had a clue.
“I think I’d better go. I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered low against her moist lips.
And before she could blink or catch her next breath, he was gone.
The moment the door closed behind Durango, Savannah could feel her stomach muscles tightening. She swayed slightly when the floor beneath her feet felt shaky. Talk about a kiss!
Muttering darkly—probably some of those same words Durango had said earlier, but hadn’t wanted her to hear—she crossed the room and dropped down on the bed. His kiss was one of the reasons she was in this predicament. She had invited him into her room for the two of them to indulge in some more champagne. She hadn’t gotten to completely filling his glass before he had taken both the bottle and glass from her hand and had filled her mouth with his instead. He hadn’t kissed her silly—he had kissed her crazy. The taste of him had been hot, delicious and incredibly pleasurable. She had lusted for him, after him, with him and by the time they had made it to the bed, they had stripped naked.
They were extremely attracted to each other. Deep down inside she knew that Durango didn’t like their explosive chemistry any more than she did. She had seen the way his eyes had flashed when he had lifted his mouth from hers, as well as the way his jaw muscles had tightened. Also, there was the way he always looked after kissing her senseless, like he needed divine intervention to help him deal with her and the sexual response they stirred up in each other.
“And to think that he’s proposing marriage,” she mumbled in a low voice that rattled with frustration. “So okay, it will only be for a short while, as he’s quick to remind me every chance he gets,” she said, shifting to her back and folding her arms over her chest. “What will I get out of this arrangement?”
More kisses, her mind immediately responded. And if you stop being so dang stubborn, you’d also get a temporary bed partner. What do you have to lose? You’ll be entering into a relationship with your eyes open and no expectations. You