The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [30]
Since Sandy, he had never felt a gnawing hunger to take a woman more than once and he'd certainly never entertained the idea of waking up beside one in bed. But he didn't have any qualms about waking up Tori to make love to her again, and the thought that he had drifted asleep beside her didn't bother him the way it should have.
He leaned on his elbows and continued to study her, wondering what there was about her that had attracted him from the first, pulled him in like a moth to a flame. Although he couldn't understand it, their lovemaking had felt like he had come home. The sense of completeness he experienced when he was buried deep inside of her took his breath away.
And then there was the way Tori seemed to know the exact moment he was about to come; how she lifted her hips, tightened her legs around him and used her inner muscles to clench him, drain the very essence of his release from him like she was entitled to it. She even had Sandy's intimate scent. It was a special scent that used to send his hormones into overdrive and would make him want her right then and there, no matter where they were.
Drake rubbed a hand over his face, thinking he was gc-4 ing insane. How could two women be so much alike and then so different physically? It seemed his mind evidently refused to let go of the past. Instead it had driven him to a woman he was unconsciously and unintentionally using as Sandy's substitute and that was the last thing he wanted. Tori deserved better than that. A part of him felt the emotions he was experiencing were because of Tori and had nothing to do with her similarities to Sandy. But then another part felt the only reason he'd been drawn to Tori from the first was because of those similarities. He closed his eyes and for long moments he felt confused, torn in two halves and incomplete. He was struggling with the conflicting emotions that battled inside of him.
Eyes closed, features tense, emotions in turmoil, he knew he owed it to Tori to be completely honest with her and not to use her in any way. He owed her that much.
He opened his eyes when he felt her shift next to him. Their gazes met and immediately he felt his body get hard. The woman definitely packed a lot of feminine power, he thought, as a jolt of need ripped through him, sending urgent pulses throughout his body. He wanted her again, but this time in a different way. He wanted her to tantalize his taste buds.
Still holding her gaze he tossed the cover off of her, exposing her nakedness. Then he reached out and let his fingers gently stroke all over her, beginning with her breasts, liking the way the areola on her nipple darkened, hardened with his touch. Knowing he couldn't move another inch until he tasted this part of her, he leaned over, caught the nipple between his teeth and licked. "Umm, good."
He then moved to the other breast and gave it the same torment, liking the way the tiny bud fit into his mouth. He noted the change in her breathing when he lifted his head and his attentive hands moved lower, and his questing and eager fingers aimlessly yet thoroughly touched her everywhere, taking his time to sample the taste of her along the way.
"Open your legs for me, Tori," he leaned down and whispered when his hand had moved down below her waist, his mouth, mere inches from her lips.
Without hesitating to do what he'd asked, he watched as her thighs parted and breathed in deeply at the lush sight of her. She was wet already, nearly drenched, and when his fingers gently touched her, invaded her, she moaned like a woman in heat, calling out to her mate.
"I want to taste you," he whispered just seconds before he eased his body downward in the bed. And when his mouth touched her in such an intimate kiss, she cried out his name. Drake's hungry tongue went to work on her, while acknowledging he had never performed this special art of lovemaking but on two women, her and Sandy. He closed his eyes and again he felt a deep familiarity