The Object of His Protection - Brenda Jackson [35]
Chapter 10
She moaned.
The sound made Drey delve into her mouth that much deeper. He had no business kissing her this way out in the open where any of his neighbors could observe, but at the moment he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was kissing Charlene, tasting her.
He ignored the warning bells, he disregarded the danger signs. All his body and mind could comprehend was both need and greed. Warmth was spreading all over him, shooting right to his groin area. He wanted her. That fact he understood. And whether she knew it or not, she wanted him too. He could tell in the way she was kissing him back. All they needed was a bed…and, oh yeah, a little privacy.
He quickly remembered again just where they were and grudgingly pulled away from her mouth. “Come on, let’s go inside,” he whispered hot in her ear while taking her hand in his.
He could tell the instant she regained her senses. She pulled her hand away from his. “Why? No. We can’t. We need to talk.”
He couldn’t help but smile at all the words that tumbled out of her mouth. A mouth he wanted to devour again. “Okay, let’s go inside and talk. Anything in particular you want to discuss?”
She looked at him as if he were dense. “You’re suggesting breaking and entering and you want to know what in particular I want to discuss? What about the thought of being arrested? How does that sound for starters?”
He began walking and noted that she was moving beside him. “Not good. You’re right. Forget the idea.”
“Now you’re sounding reasonable,” she said, nodding.
“It’s something I can do on my own. You stay here until I return.”
She stopped walking and swung around and stared at him as if he’d completely lost it. “What! Are you crazy?”
“Don’t think so,” he said, smiling at the way she got overexcited at the least little thing. He wondered if she showed that same degree of excitement in the bedroom.
When they were back at his place he took the keys out of his pocket to open the door. He followed her inside, closed it behind them and leaned back against it. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you get stirred up about something?”
She took off her jacket and tossed it across a chair before giving him an irritated look. She then crossed her arms over her chest. “This isn’t funny, Drey.”
His gaze moved from her face to her chest, more specifically, her breasts. The way her arms were folded lifted the twin globes up, pressing them against her blouse where he could clearly see the nipples. “No, it isn’t funny,” he said. “I might find a number of things amusing but never what I’m looking at now.”
He could tell that at first she didn’t comprehend what he’d said, but seconds after she did, she quickly dropped her hands by her sides at the same time he heard her grit her teeth.
He slowly crossed the room to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist him. Moments later he disconnected their mouths and then proceeded to cradle her face in his hands and kiss her again. He didn’t know any other woman who in addition to having a high degree of sensuality was capable of igniting his enthusiasm for any little thing. Go figure.
Moments later, he withdrew his mouth from hers thinking he would never get tired of kissing her. The feel of her lips beneath his was a sensation he just couldn’t explain. “I think I’ll kiss you every time you get pissed off with me about something,” he said softly. “Anger must do something to your taste buds. Electrify them. Make them addictive.”
He then stepped back and gestured over to a huge book cabinet on one of the walls. “There’s a bunch of movies in that top drawer over there if you want to watch one while I’m gone. And if you get bored doing that, you can tackle all those video games that I—”
“I’m going.”
He frowned. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
He shook his head. “What you said by the pond made sense.