The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [44]
And then he moved, slowly closing the distance separating them, soundless as his bare feet touched the carpeted floor. She wondered if he knew the effect he was having on her, or if he knew just how beautiful he was.
Usually one didn’t think of a man as beautiful, but in this case she had to disagree. Durango Westmoreland was handsome, good-looking and devastating. But he was also beautiful in a manly sort of way. It was there in the shape of his face, the intensity of his dark eyes, the build of his high cheekbones and the fullness of his lips. The closer he got to her, the more her body responded and she braced herself for the full impact when he came to a stop in front of her. He glanced down at her outfit and then met her gaze. She saw the questions in his eyes and felt the heat in them, as well.
“I’ve changed my mind about a couple of things,” she said softly, thinking how good he smelled.
“Have you?”
She met his gaze levelly. “Yes.”
“And what have you changed your mind about?” he asked in a voice that Savannah thought sounded way too sexy.
“About my wedding night.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Your wedding night?”
“Yes, I’ve decided that I want one.”
He studied her. His gaze dark and heated. “Do you?”
“Yes.” She was fully aware that he knew what she meant, but because he hadn’t wanted to risk a misunderstanding, he had to be absolutely sure.
“Okay, I can handle that. Is there anything else that you want?”
She bit her lip a few times before saying, “I want for us to share a bed during the time we’re married. I think we’re mature enough to handle it, don’t you?”
For a minute he seemed to absorb her words in silence before allowing a smile to touch his lips. “Sure, I don’t see any problem in that. Do you mind telling me what made you change your mind?”
“I think it would be hard for us to share a house without sharing a bed. We’re too attracted to each other and…”
He arched an eyebrow when she didn’t finish. “And what?”
A smile touched the corners of her lips. “And I don’t handle temptation very well, especially the Durango Westmoreland kind.”
He reached out and placed his hand on her waist and leaned forward slightly. “Can I let you in on a little secret?” he whispered against her lips.
“Sure.”
“I don’t handle temptation well, either. Especially the Savannah Claiborne kind, so I guess on some things we see eye to eye. That’s a good sign.”
“Is it?” She couldn’t help but look at his mouth since it was so close to hers.
“Mmm, let me show you just how good it is.”
And then he captured her lips and the moment he did so a wave of desire swept across her to settle in the pit of her stomach. He wrapped her tight into his arms and the intensity of the kiss made her bones melt. Moments later he reluctantly released her mouth.
“There is something I want to do, Savannah, and it’s something I had intended to do at Chase and Jessica’s wedding reception but never got around to doing,” he said as his lips gently kissed the corners of her mouth and slowly moved to the side of her ear.
“What?” she asked softly, barely able to get the question out.
“Dance with you,” he murmured in a low, sexy voice. He took a step back and held his hand out to her.
It was then that she heard the music, a melodic, soulful ballad by Anita Baker. The slow-tempo, easygoing jazzy sound of a saxophone in the background began flowing through her, touching all her senses, revving every nerve in her body and turning the heat up a notch more. Anticipation surged through her veins when she placed her hand in his.
Her pulse quickened when he pulled her closer into his arms, and she came into contact with his bare chest.
“Enjoy the dance,” he said, his voice a sensuous whisper against her ear. He pulled her even closer and she knew the exact moment he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Their bodies meshed together perfectly as they moved to the slow beat, making them fully conscious of the scanty clothing they were wearing. She could feel the heat deepening between them, and the way her flimsy negligee