The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [28]
Slowly, he broke off their kiss, pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes. She fought the urge to tell him the truth, to let him know who she was but knew that as long as Solomon Cross lived, Drake could never know. She fought the tears she was holding back and prayed that he didn't see them. She couldn't let him know what this moment meant to her, the beauty of them being together again this way, something she never thought would be possible.
"That was just a taste," he said almost in a growl. "I want more, Tori."
She felt herself being pulled closer into his arms and could feel the deep hardening of his body against her. The thought that she could still bring him to such an aroused state almost made her breathless. Special memories from the past claimed her senses when they had kissed, but she desperately needed to make new memories; memories to keep long after he walked out of that door. She had missed him so much and hadn't been aware just how much until this very moment.
She lifted her chin and met his gaze, and her body stirred even more from the dark desire she saw in his eyes. A sigh rippled from her throat just moments before the words flowed from them. "I want more, too, Drake."
As if he'd been holding his breath for those very words, he lowered his mouth to hers at the same time he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into his arms. Moments later he broke off the kiss and his face found the side of her neck. She felt the heated moisture on his breath moments before his lips gently caressed her there.
She felt him move with her in his arms to the bed. It was small and had cotton sheets instead of the satin she had envisioned, but at the moment she didn't care. The only thing she could concentrate on was the ache consuming her to be touched by him again. It had been five years since she had been intimate with any man and the last time Drake had been that man.
As soon as her back touched the bed she pulled him down with her, needing the contact of his mouth on hers once again. And he gave it to her. She sensed a need in him! as well. His mouth settled provocatively on hers, taking everything she offered and giving everything she wanted.
More than one strangled sound emerged from her lips while he had total control of her mouth.
And then she felt his hand sliding downward to open the folds of her robe and she knew at that moment there was no turning back, no retreat and no calling a halt to what they were doing. Tonight was meant to be. This was more than just a weakening of the flesh; this was about appreciating your blessings. This man was to have been her husband; the very person she was to share her life with, and to have him back in her arms, if only for a little while, meant the world to her. Nothing had ever felt so right in her life.
Drake continued to kiss Tori, stroking her tongue torridly with his while sliding his hand underneath the folds of her robe. Her skin felt hot, soft, and his hand trembled as his palms traveled hungrily over her bare skin, skimming around her breasts, which seemed to fit perfectly in his hands.
He pulled back and had to take a look at her. When he saw her naked breasts, a primal hunger welled up deep inside of him and his fingers pushed the rest of the robe aside, needing, wanting, and desiring to see all of her.
The beauty of her nakedness almost made him groan and a desire to make love to her flickered through him with every passing second. He stood and quickly pulled the shirt over his head and his hand immediately went to the waistband of his jeans. Tugging them down his legs, he hurriedly stepped out of them along with his underwear, standing before her completely unclothed and totally naked.
When he moved closer to the bed she eased up and unexpectedly leaned against him, letting her face cover his stomach as if she needed to have the scent of him in her nostrils. He sucked in a deep breath when he felt her hot tongue boldly explore the muscular planes of his stomach as if she not only needed