The Proposal & Solid Soul - Brenda Jackson [118]
“No. Will her knowing bother you?”
“No.”
“What about your brothers and cousins?” she asked.
“It wouldn’t bother me for anyone to know we’re together, Kylie,” he said, closing the door when she slid onto the smooth leather seat.
When he got inside the vehicle and slid beneath the steering wheel she said, “Nice car.”
He grinned. “Thanks. I decided to leave the truck home and bring my toy.”
She chuckled. A Mercedes sports car was some toy. “Where are we going?”
He glanced over at her. “Where do you want to go?”
They could go to either her place or his since there weren’t any kids at home. That thought made a girlish giggle escape her lips. He glanced over at her when he pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the interstate. “Are you okay?”
She grinned. “Yes. I was just thinking that with the kids away the parents will play. I feel like being naughty tonight, Chance.”
He surprised her when he braked and veered off to the shoulder of the road.
“Why are we stopping, Chance?”
“I feel like being naughty tonight, too, starting now,” he replied simply, before leaning over and connecting her mouth with his again. Her lips parted without any hesitation and his aggressive tongue mingled diligently with hers. He tasted of the wine he had consumed earlier and it only raised her body’s temperature. She returned his intensity with her own, and as their tongues mingled, her insides turned to molten liquid.
When he pulled back, they were both breathless. He captured her gaze, held it. “So, will it be my place or yours?”
She reached out and placed her palm against his cheek. “Mine. I want you in my bed, Chance Steele.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LESS THAN A HALF HOUR later, they entered Kylie’s home. As she closed the door, a warm, tingly, tantalizing sensation began building up inside of her in anticipation of what was to come.
There in the middle of the room stood Chance. The dark eyes looking at her were smoldering and, as always, he looked the embodiment of extreme male sexuality. And there was no doubt that he was the most tempting sight she’d ever seen.
Neither of them spoke.
He continued to look at her, long and hard, making her already heated body that much hotter, making her fully aroused. When she thought there was no way she could stand the intensity of his gaze any longer, he smiled, that slow, sexy smile that was meant to warm her. Instead it ignited everything woman within her, making her body respond to his physical presence in the most primitive way. When she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, he slowly closed the distance separating them.
“Are you sure about this, Kylie?” he whispered huskily, taking her hand in his and bringing her closer to him. So close that she felt his huge erection.
Kylie felt off balance and her mind became a mass of desire, of wanting, of need. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Chance,” she whispered back. “But…”
“But what?”
“But I don’t have any real experience at this and I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer still. “Trust me, sweetheart, you won’t. There’s no way you can.”
He leaned down and took her lips, and seconds later she felt herself being lifted in his strong arms. He carried her up the stairs. “Which room is yours?” he asked when he’d reached the landing.
“The first door to your right.”
She had left a low lamp burning in her bedroom and now it cast an intimate glow in the room.
“I love that dress you have on but it’s coming off, Kylie,” he said as he set her on her feet. Without hesitation he stripped off his tuxedo jacket and bow tie, and unbuttoned his white shirt.
She tilted her head back. “If you want it off, you’ll have to take it off,” she said with sass.
He accepted the sensuous challenge in her voice. “I have no problem doing that, because it is coming off. I have a lot of plans for you tonight.”
She smiled. Whether he knew it or not, she had a lot of plans for him, as well. “I take it you’re going to teach me a few things.”
“Yes,” he said,