Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [34]
Getting back on his knees he began lowering her panties down her long, gorgeous legs, and sucked in a deep breath when her scent surrounded him. He shot a glance upward and saw the heated look of desire in her eyes.
It took all his strength to stand, and without wasting any more time, he reached out and swept her into his arms. Holding her gently he moved to the bed and together they tumbled back onto the covers.
Seven
P am felt her stomach stir when she gazed up into Dillon’s eyes. She had ended up on her back between his firm thighs, with him towering over her. At that very moment she felt several things. Captured. Ensnarled. His.
She forced the last from her mind immediately. How could a woman be engaged to one man and possessed by another? She didn’t want to be confused by anything now, and she certainly didn’t want to think about Fletcher. This was her time, this sensual interlude, her moment to seize something she might never have again.
You give. I take. No regrets.
And from the eyes bearing down on her and the arms locked on both sides of her, she had a feeling Dillon Westmoreland was more than ready to take everything she had to give. And there would be no time for regrets.
He began lowering his head and she lifted hers upward to meet his mouth. The moment they touched, he began devouring her with a hunger and need that she felt all the way to her toes. He had kissed her greedily before, but this was a different kind of ravenousness, one that bordered on insatiability. As if, no matter how many times he kissed her or how deep and thorough the kisses, he would never be able to get enough. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. And in this case, trying meant using his tongue to pleasure her in a way she’d never been pleasured before. No man before had taken so much time, had concentrated on so much detail during a kiss. It was a practice that he’d perfected and she was the satisfied recipient.
He gave all and held back nothing. Provoking her, tempting her, almost demanding of her to give back. So she did, by boldly returning his kiss with his same voraciousness. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he sank his mouth even deeper onto hers. Her response was wanton, her desires keen and her senses at the moment were shot to hell.
He broke off the kiss at the same time his hands began to move all over her as he held her gaze. Starting at the center of her throat, he slowly inched a path downward toward her chest. When he reached her breasts and ran the pad of his thumb across the protruding tips, pleasure, as sharp as it could get, rammed through her and she almost forgot to breathe. And when he leaned closer to replace his fingers with his mouth, she felt heat circulate then settle between her legs.
When he brought his tongue into the mix she gasped. Suddenly she felt full as if she needed to scream out, but could not. The most she could do was summon up enough energy to moan. Then his mouth released her breasts and he began trailing a heated path down to her navel with his tongue. He seemed fascinated with her belly button and she felt his wet tongue all around it. She shuddered as her stomach tightened and then relaxed, over and over again.
And when she thought he would be returning to her mouth, he shifted his body, lifted her hips and dipped his head. The moment the scalding tip of his tongue went inside her womanly core, she emitted a loud moan. At the same time, she heard his growl of male satisfaction. It was evident from the way he was using his tongue inside of her, that he enjoyed this type of lovemaking. He went about it with such ardent dedication that she was nearly in tears. She was pinned between his mouth and the mattress. She realized that he didn’t intend on letting her go anywhere until he got his fill.
And he didn’t intend to be rushed.
He was meticulous