Chapter 10
He had lost control. Somehow, the tables had been turned, and he had to find a way to turn it back around.
He was about to suggest she get in bed, when she chose that very moment to drop the slinky material. His mouth went as dry as dust as he stared at the voluptuous curves bared in front of him. Her breasts were not large, but the nipples were wide and puckered. Her stomach was flat, her body well proportioned. Heat surged into his loins with the rapidity of a bullet let loose from the chamber.
He could not think.
"What do you think?" She chose that moment to ask that specific question when his mind had gone blank.
"I-" he swallowed the golf-sized lump in his throat.
"You're beautiful." He did not recognize the raspy sound of his voice. "Now come here."
"Remember, no commitment," she warned as she slid in next to him.
"Be quiet," he growled. He would deal with the strange conversation at a later time. Now she was spread out before him like a banquet and he was starving. Shucking the robe, he leaned on one elbow and simply drank in the sight of her, while she did the same.
He was even more beautiful than she had imagined. His clothing hid a magnificent body with well-toned muscles. His shoulders were broad, his chest wide with the furrowing of dense dark hairs leading to a washboard stomach. She dared not venture further down. Her heart was already pounding and her breath shallow.
The pep talk she had given herself while getting ready in the bathroom was like a distant memory. He was beautiful and she was afraid that she had taken on more than she could chew.
His muscles flexed and rippled when he lifted a hand to the fat coil of hair over her left shoulder.
"You have a lot of hair," he whispered, loving the feel of the soft silky strands between his fingers.
"A result of an African-American dad and American-Indian mother." Her nipples were so tight, they were painful. She could smell him; the distinct and obviously expensive colognecombined with the sheer animal magnetism emanating from him. She wanted to touch him so badly, her fingers were itching.
"You're allowed." His voice was indulgent, amusement dancing in his green eyes.
"What?"
"Touch me," he invited.
"How did you-"
"You have a very expressive face." Without waiting for her to comply, he took her hand and placed it flat on his chest. At the first contact, his muscles quivered in response.
"See how much I want you?"
"I-" His flesh felt hot to the touch. Growing more bold, she started to explore the skin, marveling at how crisp and soft the hairs were. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the nipple tentatively. His reaction was explosive and instantaneous. His hand clenched on her hair as he inhaled sharply and muttered something in Spanish. A smile hovered at her lips as she gainedmore confidence. His reaction was a soothing balm to her shattered ego.
When she had been with Brian, he had always been the one to do the initiating. She had tried several times to make the first move, but his comments disguised as teasing had turned her off. He had accused her of trying to be the man in the relationship.
"Honey, I know you're in charge at the office, but a man likes to believe he's in charge in the bedroom."
She had tried to please the bastard by being submissive and look where it got her. This time she was going to be bold. With that in mind, she used the tip of her tongue to caress the small nipple.
"Antoinette-" His breathing was harsh, his body vibrating. "You have to stop."
"You don't like it?" she asked seductively.
"You can see that I do." His voice was taut, his body going rigid.
"Then what's the problem?" she asked innocently, continuing her exploration.
With an unsteady laugh, he pushed her back on the pillows and used his leg to trap both of hers to keep her still.
"The problem is, if you continue doing what you were doing, I'm not going to last and I intend to last, that is." He slid his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and cupped the back of her neck. Holding her steady, his fevered eyes met hers as he lowered his head.
