Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [32]
Deciding she wanted to check out other areas of that body, she trailed her fingers downward. The moment she did so, she heard his sharp intake of breath and glanced up to his face. The eyes watching her beneath lowered lashes were dark, smoky, sensuous.
Knowing they didn’t have all night, she unhooked his belt and pulled it through the loops before tossing it to join his jacket and shirt on the chair. She glanced back up at him. “I need to take your boots and socks off before going any further,” she said softly.
He smiled before sitting down on the bed so she could remove his boots and socks. When that was finished, she stepped back as he stood again. Instinctively, her hands went to his waist and she eased down his zipper. Tugging it down wasn’t as easy as she’d thought it would be, mainly because of the size of his erection. It was hard to believe that he wanted her that much.
“Need help?”
She glanced up at him. “I’ll be okay once I get this zipper past here.”
He chuckled. “Here where?”
She couldn’t help chuckling with him before replying, “You know where. And why do you have to be so big?” Too late. She couldn’t believe she’d actually asked that.
Embarrassed to the core, she peered back up at him and saw the huge smile on his face. “This isn’t funny, Dillon Westmoreland.”
“No, sweetheart, that is the most precious thing anyone has ever said to me.”
She knew he was teasing, of course, and after working with his zipper a few moments more it finally cooperated. She was able to tug his pants down his legs as he stepped out of them. Satisfied, she took a step back. There was only one piece left, his briefs. She frowned, wondering why she hadn’t thought to remove them with his pants.
“It’s not all that serious,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
“Maybe not for you, but it is for me,” she said, giving him a playful pout. “This is my first time and I have to get it right.”
A smile curved his lips. “No, you don’t. You can get it all wrong and I will still make love to you tonight.”
His words, as well as the determined look in his eyes, did something to her, made her eager to remove his final piece of clothing. She was curious to unveil that part of him that had given her the most trouble. From the way the briefs fit him she had a pretty good idea of just how well-endowed he was. The rest of him was exceedingly toned, definitely virile and oh-so-male.
She inserted her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and gently tugged them down his hips, having no easier time getting them off than she had his slacks. But what removing them fully exposed to her eyes had been well worth the trouble. The man’s body was perfect in clothes, but she was particularly enjoying this view of him out of clothes. She had seen a naked man before, but not one this well put together. Not one this large and hard.
“Is there a problem?”
She glanced up and met his gaze, suddenly feeling shy, awkward and unsure of her capabilities where he was concerned. “I hope not,” she said softly.
“There is not,” he countered. “Go ahead, feel your way. Touch it.” And then in a lower voice he said, “Get to know it.”
Get to know it? She had never fondled a man before in her life but, doing what he suggested, she reached out and first ran her fingers over the tip, fascinated by the feel of the smooth head. Then she traced with her fingertips a path along the sides, marveling at the swollen veins. And when she finally got the nerve to close her hand around him, he moaned out loud.
She quickly loosened her hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It didn’t hurt. In fact, just the opposite. Your touch feels good.”
She smiled at that. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Umm, in that case…” She began stroking her hand up and down the length of his thick erection. Her gaze held tight to his face and watched how his eyes became glazed and his lips seemed to tremble. She smiled, satisfied with