The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [57]
No man could touch her and make her feel the way Durango was making her feel. She was certain of it. He could stroke her desire and fill all of her needs and only with him could she give her entire being, and share the very essence of her soul. Her love.
At the thought of how much she loved him, a pulse began beating deep inside of her, close to her heart. And when his mouth released her breasts to move lower, she nearly stopped breathing.
He touched her intimately and her body responded immediately. Her back arched and her hips bucked the moment his fingers slipped inside of her. His fingers stroked her, expertly, seductively, intently, and moments later, when his mouth replaced his fingers, her entire body nearly jumped off the bed at the same time that a small, hoarse, gurgle of pleasure found its way up her throat. If she could be granted one wish for them, besides wanting a healthy baby, she wanted this. Him. For the rest of her life.
“You make me think crazy stuff, Savannah,” he whispered when he covered her body with his own and swiftly entered her, making her breath catch. She wondered what crazy stuff he was thinking because he was making her think crazy stuff as well. And the craziest was that she didn’t want their marriage to end. But she knew there was no permanent future for them. She loved him, but he didn’t love her. But tonight, she wanted it all and if she couldn’t have the real thing, then she would pretend.
They had made love plenty of times but something about tonight was different. She felt it in his every stroke, his every thrust into her hot and responsive body. Whatever fever that was consuming him began consuming her, as well.
And she couldn’t take it anymore.
A deep-rooted scream tore from her lips and she felt it, the smoothness of his engorged flesh as it jetted a hot thickness deep inside her, getting absorbed in her muscles, every hollow and every inch of her womb. And when he leaned down and kissed her, the urgency of that kiss melted her further. She knew if she lived to be a hundred, Durango was the only man who would ever have her heart.
A short while later, bathed in the room’s soft lamplight, she exhaled a satiated sigh as he pulled her closer into his arms. He kissed her gently as one hand possessively cupped her breast. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered huskily.
She couldn’t get enough of him, either, and knew she never would. “What skill did you want to show me?” she asked, barely able to get the words out.
He shifted on his back, lifted her, smiled and said, “Now I want you on top.”
“Tell me about your brothers,” she said, bending her head toward his and whispering against his lips. After several hours of practicing her new skills, she couldn’t move an inch even if she needed to.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her there, on top of him with their bodies connected. “I guess you should know something about them as you’ll get to see them soon. I found out today that I’ll be able to take two weeks off now that Lonnie is back at work,” he said.
“That means we can fly to Atlanta and Philly?”
“Yes, within a week’s time.”
She snuggled closer. “I met all your brothers at Chase and Jessica’s wedding, but I don’t know much about them and I want to be prepared.”
“Okay, then let me prepare you,” he said. “At thirty-eight, Jared is the oldest and the only one who’s married. He’s the attorney in the family. Next comes Spencer. He’s only eleven months younger than Jared. He’s a financial planner. I always admired his ability to keep both his profession and personal life from falling apart a few years ago when his fiancée drowned. He took Lynette’s death hard, and I doubt to this day that he has fully recovered. Spence lives in California and is the CEO of a large financial