The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [38]
Savannah wanted to pull back, stop playing with fire, cease indulging in temptation, but she couldn’t. Her legs felt weak, her thighs were becoming a quivering mass and her mouth was definitely getting branded the Durango way. And when he reached up and touched the tip of her breasts through the soft and clingy material of her swimsuit, she almost lost her bearing. She would have done so if his hands weren’t still around her waist, holding her close.
He pulled back slightly and whispered hotly against her moist lips, “I also like touching you. You feel hot all over.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say that thanks to him she was hot all over, but at that moment he leaned forward and took that same tongue into his mouth again, ending further conversation. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch when his hand moved from her waist and slid lower and when he shifted their bodies so he could sufficiently caress the area between her legs, through the soft material of her swimsuit, she almost cried out at the sensations he elicited.
“I know this part of you is off-limits,” he said in a deep, throaty voice that sent even more heat running through her. “But I can tell it wants me. It wants how I can make it feel, Savannah. It’s hot for me, the same way I’m hot for you. For two months I’ve lain in my bed at night and thought about us, how we were that night, how good we were together and how good we could be again.”
While he was talking, drumming up memories, his thumb continued to caress her, driving her mad, insane with desire and her head fell forward to his chest, her breathing became choppy and her mind was overtaken by passion.
“It’s going to be hard for us to share space being such passionate individuals and not want to do something about it, don’t you think?” he asked hotly against her ear.
“Yes, I’m sure it will be,” she agreed, easing the words from between her lips.
“But I’m honor bound to abide by your wishes and I will…unless you change your mind and give me the word to do otherwise. And then there won’t be any stopping me, Savannah.”
Savannah didn’t know what to say. And when she thought of what would happen if she ever changed her mind as well as the movement of his fingers on her, a needy ache flamed to life between her legs. And when a shudder began passing through her again, igniting every cell in her body, sending sensations rushing through her, she called out his name. Just with the use of his fingers he had pushed her over the edge, giving her the big “O” without fully penetrating the barriers of her clothing.
Durango gently pulled on her hair to bring her face back to his and he kissed her, literally drank his name from her lips, as his hungry and demanding mouth devoured her, giving her a taste of what she would be missing, and giving him a thorough taste of her.
Savannah forced her mouth away from his when breathing became a necessity. The first thing she noticed was that sometime during their kiss she had wrapped her legs around him. She didn’t remember doing it but Durango had been kissing her senseless and the only thing she did remember was the magnitude of that kiss, the explosiveness of it.
She inhaled deeply. Jessica was right. This wasn’t a regular man. This was a Westmoreland and they didn’t do anything halfway. She had a pregnancy to prove it. What other man could make a woman scream his name in ecstasy while still wearing clothes?
She looked up at him to say something and he leaned forward and kissed her again. This kiss was slow, lingering and just as hot as the kisses that he’d lavished on her before.
When he pulled back his dark eyes held her with deep intensity. And his voice was strained when he said, “I meant what I said, Savannah. I want to make love to you again, but unless you give me the word, kissing is as far as it will go between us.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, knowing he would respect the boundaries she had set. But she also knew that he intended to use his kisses to break down her defenses. When she felt him easing away, she opened her eyes and watched him get out