The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [37]
“Hey, this feels nice,” she said, liking how the hot water seemed to penetrate the tired muscles of her body. “And you were right. I don’t feel how cold the temperature is.”
“I’m glad. And by the way, you can come from hiding under the water. I promise not to jump your bones if you do,” he said slowly, grinning.
She met his gaze and smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t think that you would. I was merely making sure I wouldn’t freeze to death.”
“And now that you know that you won’t?”
She took a deep breath and eased more of her body out of the water. When the hot, bubbling, swirling water came to her waist like it did his, she felt a sizzling sensation flow down her spine and settle in the pit of her stomach. He was staring at her. Her bathing suit was decent, but it was fashioned in a style that made anyone aware of the fullness of her breasts.
“I like your swimming suit. At least what I’ve seen of it so far,” he said. His voice was low, intimate.
“Thanks.” She then glanced around. “So what made you decide to put this hot tub in?”
He gave her an intent look, knowing she was trying to change the subject. “It was an easy decision since I was taking advantage of one of the natural hot springs located on my property.”
“Oh, you have others?”
He grinned, knowing he had told her that already. “Yes, but don’t expect me to show them to you tonight,” he said, leaning back against the wall of the tub and deliberately stretching out one of his legs. He made it seem like an accident, an innocent mistake when his thigh touched her thigh. She gasped and slowly eased back to give him more space.
“Going someplace?” he asked with a totally innocent look on his face.
“No, I’m just trying to give you more room.”
“I don’t need more room.”
“Could have fooled me,” she muttered under her breath.
“You say something?”
She glanced over at him. “No, just thinking out loud.”
Before she could blink he had pushed away from the wall and had glided over to her, putting his face inches from hers. “Now what did you say, Savannah?”
Savannah pulled in a sharp intake of breath. Not only was Durango’s face near hers, but she could feel the heat from his entire body. He was within touching distance. He was making the already hot water that much hotter.
“Did I ever tell you how much I like kissing you, Savannah?” he asked.
A shudder of desire ran through her, first starting at her toes and easing its way to the top of her head. “I don’t recall if you have or not,” she said silkily, watching his lips inch even closer.
“Well, let me go on record and say that I do. You have a unique taste,” he said in a deep, husky tone.
“I do?”
“Yes. It’s so tantalizingly sweet that I can feast on it for hours.”
Another shudder ran through her. “No man has ever told me that before.”
He smiled. “Then maybe you haven’t kissed the right man.”
“Maybe.”
“And although you haven’t given me any bedroom rights while we’re married, you haven’t denied me kissing rights, have you?” he asked in a sensual tone.
“Ahh, no.” But maybe I should, she quickly thought.
“Good, because I’m going to enjoy kissing you whenever I can.”
She held her breath when he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and took the tip of his tongue and began slowly, sensuously, passionately tracing the outline of her mouth.
She moaned deep and eased his name from between her lips just moments before he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Moaning more, she returned his kiss as their tongues met, mingled and stroked. The signals they were exchanging were intimately familiar, and all it took was the shift of their legs to bring their bodies right smack together, making her feel the very essence of his heat. She knew exactly what that huge, hot engorged body part pressed against her midsection meant.