Wrapped In Pleasure - Brenda Jackson [65]
“What?” she asked softly, barely able to speak.
“The scent of you having a climax. It’s a scent that is purely you, private, individual and totally sensual. I wish like hell I could bottle it.” He leaned over and kissed her again. “Stay put. I’m coming around the car to get you,” he said when he finally released her lips.
She watched as he got out of the car and came around to her side and opened the door. Undoing her seat belt he scooped her up into his arms and, as if she was a precious bundle, he held her gently to him and carried her inside his home.
Jamal took Delaney straight to the bedroom and placed her on his bed. “I’ll be right back. I need to lock the door.”
Delaney nodded, closing her eyes, feeling blissful yet totally drained. Moments later she slowly reopened her eyes and glanced around. The bedroom was huge, probably big enough to fit two of her bedrooms in. She had noticed the same thing about the other parts of the house when he carried her through to the bedroom. She sat up, and when she noted her dress had risen up past her hips, tried tugging it back down.
“There’s no need to pull it down since I’ll be taking it completely off you in a second.”
Heat filled Delaney’s cheeks when she met Jamal’s gaze across the room. He was standing in the doorway removing his jacket, which was followed by his tie. Her gaze stayed glued to him, while she watched him undress. She continued to look at him, thinking he was such a fine specimen of a man and that he was hers.
“Jamal?”
“Yes?”
“How soon do you want to get married?”
He smiled as he pulled the belt out of his pants. “Is tonight soon enough?”
She returned his smile. “Yes, but I’d like you to meet my parents first.”
He nodded. “Only if you won’t let them talk you out of marrying me.”
Delaney didn’t blink, not once when she said, “No one could do that. I love you too much.”
Jamal had taken off all his clothes except for his pants. She remembered the first time she had seen him without a shirt and how her body had responded to the sheer masculinity of him. And her body was responding to him now.
He walked over to where she sat in the middle of the bed. “And I love you, too. I hadn’t realized just how much until I had to leave you. Being without you was hard on me. You totally consumed my every thought. There were days when I wondered if I would make it without you.”
Delaney looked at Jamal. She knew an admission like that had probably been hard for him to make. “I will make you a good princess, Jamal.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out and pulled her into his lap. “Mmm, will you, Delaney?” he asked, smiling. “Are you willing to salaam me each and every time you see me?”
She lifted a dark brow at him. “No.”
“Well, then, are you willing to always walk two paces behind me?”
“No. Nor will I hide my face behind some veil,” she decided to add.
Jamal couldn’t keep the amusement out of his gaze. “You won’t?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Mmm. Then will you be obedient and do everything that I say?”
She didn’t give that question much thought, either, before quickly shaking her head. “No.”
He chuckled as he looked at her. “All right, Delaney, then what will you do to make me a good princess?”
She shifted positions in his lap so that she was sitting facing him, straddling his hips. She placed her arms around his neck and met his gaze intently. “On the day I become your desert princess, you will become my desert sheikh. And I will love you more than any woman has ever loved you before. I will honor you and be by your side to do what I can for your people who will become my people. I will obey you to a point, but I will retain my right to disagree and make my own decisions about things, always respecting your customs when