Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [31]
For a long time after Tammi had left he had kept his guard up around women, and had only dated when he got a physical urge to mate as a way to relax, relieve stress and keep his abundance of male hormones in check. But there was something different about Pam, something he’d picked up on the first moment he’d seen her.
She sparked to life something inside of him and he knew making love with her was about more than just blowing off steam. More than great sex. It was about a connection he had never felt before with a woman. A connection on a plane so high it had his insides throbbing.
On a deep, shuddering breath he reached out and tilted her chin up, needing to plunge into her mouth once more, to intensify the connection he already felt. And when she automatically pressed closer to him, he deepened the kiss and slid his arms around her, holding her in a tight grip, as if he never wanted to let her go.
He gave full concentration to her mouth, just as he had done earlier that day. He’d once heard a woman say that you hadn’t been kissed unless you’d been kissed by a Westmoreland. Dillon wanted to make sure after tonight that Pam thought the same thing.
So with thorough precision and a masterful meticulousness, Dillon took his time and put his tongue to work. He penetrated it into areas of her mouth that had her groaning, and then he flicked it around in a way that seemed to jar her senses—if the sounds she was making were any indication. He enjoyed kissing her, but moments later he knew he wanted more. Pulling his mouth from hers he took a step back to remove his jacket.
After tossing it across a chair he whispered, “Undress me and then I will undress you.” He intended to save her—the best—for last.
A pair of uncertain eyes stared up at him in a way that had him asking, “You have done this before, right?”
He watched a lump appear in her throat as she swallowed, and then she said in a strained voice, “Which part?”
Which part? He lifted a curious brow before responding. “Any of it.”
She shrugged her feminine shoulders. “I’ve had sex before, if that’s what you’re asking. While in college. Twice. But it wasn’t good. Both times it was over before it got started. And I’ve never undressed a man.”
She then lowered her gaze for a second before returning her eyes to his with a flush on her face. “I’ve said too much, haven’t I?” she asked softly. “Given too much information?”
As far as Dillon was concerned, it definitely hadn’t been too much information. What she’d just said was something he needed to know. Now he was aware of just what she needed and how she needed it. If any woman deserved to be made love to the Westmorelands’ way, it was her. And he intended to do the honors. Proudly. Gladly. Tonight would be a night she wouldn’t easily forget. In fact, he planned on taking things slow and making sure every aspect of the evening stayed in her memory forever.
“No, you’ve told me what I needed to know,” he said. In fact, he was sure there had to be more, like why the man she intended to marry hadn’t done his job. But they would talk about Fletcher later.
“I’m going to make undressing me worth your while,” he said, smiling at her, already imagining her hands on him, all over him. “Go ahead, baby, and do your thing.”
She gave him a hesitant smile before reaching out, and the moment her fingers began working on the buttons of his shirt his stomach knotted, and it was all he could do to remember he was supposed to go at a slow pace and not be tempted to speed up the process. This first round would be hers and he intended to make it special for her, even if it killed him.
Pam pushed the shirt off Dillon’s shoulders and marveled at how broad they were. She couldn’t resist the temptation to touch them, amazed at the