The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [50]
Durango knew the difference between lust and love and right now what he felt for Savannah was nothing more than lust. She had caught his eye from the first; they had made love, made a baby, and now they were married. But still the very thing that had drawn them together from the start was good old-fashioned lust. And they were taking it to a whole other level. Just the thought of what they had shared over the past few days made his breath catch, and last night, through the wee hours of the morning, had been the epitome of perfection.
He would be the first to admit that during one of those moments, a part of him had analyzed, fantasized, even had gone so far as to consider the idea of more than a year with her. But then that rip in his sleeve, that deep gash in his heart, had reminded him that there were some things in life that a man never got over. The pain he had suffered that one time had completely closed his mind to the prospect of ever loving again.
That’s the way it was and that’s the way it would stay.
Later that night Durango and Savannah sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the fireplace. They had eaten and showered and were ready to relax.
“Dinner tasted wonderful tonight, Savannah.”
She smiled over at him. “Thanks. That’s my grandmother’s favorite dish,” she said of the steak and baked potatoes she had prepared.
“So,” Durango said, stretching out to lie on his side. “How do you suggest we spend the rest of the evening?”
She grinned at him and said teasingly, “I could take more pictures.”
“I don’t think so. Let’s think of doing something else.”
“Something like what?”
“Something like finding out just how hot things can get between us.”
His words made her pulse quicken and she watched his mouth tilt into a very seductive smile. “Um, what do you have in mind?” she asked, meeting his gaze and holding it tight.
“Come here and let me show you,” he said, reaching out and gently snagging her wrist to bring her on the floor beside him. She watched his every movement as he removed her robe. “Aren’t you curious about the next step?” he asked.
She glanced down at his lap and saw the size of his arousal through his robe and immediately, her feminine muscles clenched in appreciation and anticipation. “No, I have an idea how this is going to get played out,” she said, her breath almost catching in her throat.
“Good.”
“But I do have one request,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What?”
“Let me take off your robe.”
He smiled. “Go for it.”
When she had removed his robe she took her tongue and licked a section of his shoulder before she drew back and looked at him. “You have a beautiful body.”
He chuckled. “You think so?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks, and I think you have a beautiful body, as well, and it’s a body that I want to get all into.”
“Well, in that case…”
He moved closer to her, growled low in his throat as he nudged her on her back. Like a leopard on the prowl, he cornered his prey and when he had her just where he wanted her he whispered softly, “Now it’s my turn to lick.”
And he did just that, starting with the insides of her thighs before moving to savor another part of her.
“Durango!”
Only when he was nearly intoxicated with the taste of her did he ease his body over hers to take her hard and fast, putting everything he had into each mind-wrenching thrust and watching her features glow with the pleasure he was giving her. And when he felt the quivering deep in her womb where his child nestled, he threw his head back and rocked furiously against her the same way she was rocking against him.
It pleased him immensely to know she was on fire, but only for him and with him. And when she arched against