“Yes.”
“I have a few ideas. You want to hear them?”
His mouth tilted in a slow smile. “Not certain I’d be able to handle them.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t you just say there wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle?”
He came closer, getting an eye-full of her breasts that were now in full view. “You don’t forget much, do you?”
“I try not to.”
His smile deepened. “Then maybe I should remind you of something, Lennox.”
“What?”
Reaching out, he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “I told you at dinner last week that I was a breast and leg man.”
She swallowed deeply. The feel of his hand on her breast was making it ache. “I thought you were talking about chicken.”
“I was talking about anything I intend to put in my mouth.”
His words painted a picture--a very erotic picture--in her mind…and in other parts of her body. Her sex ached for him. Reaching out, she started to unbutton his shirt.
“I thought I was going to do you first,” he said.
“You’re too slow. So I thought we’d do each other.”
A deafening clap of thunder rang through the house, making her jump. He tightened his arm around her and whispered close to her ear, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. And I’m going to make you forget all about the storm.”
He eased her back on the bed and took her mouth with a kiss that robbed her of what little sense she had left. The moment he released her mouth, she felt his fingers hook in the waistband of her panties, easing them down her legs.
Then she watched as he stood and all but ripped the shirt from his body, sending buttons flying. After kicking off his shoes, he eased his hands to the waistband of his jeans and quickly dispensed with them, as well as the boxers he wore.
And then he stood there, exposed. Every single hard magnificent inch of him was hers to admire. And speaking of inches….
She watched as he reached into the jeans he’d discarded and pulled out his wallet to retrieve a condom.
This, she had to see. She’d never seen a man put a condom on before. She had been on the pill so there had never been a need for DeWalt to use a condom. Roland was so well-endowed that she found it hard to believe a condom would fit. But her body tingled as she watched him maneuver the latex over his massive erection.
“I’m ready, Lennox,” he said, coming back to the bed. “Are you?”
“What about my shoes? I still have them on.”
“I know. I’d like you to keep them on. The thought of making love to you, while you’re wearing those heels, has been one of my fantasies.”
His fantasy? Was he admitting to fantasizing about her? Or fantasizing about making love to a woman in stilettos? But she forgot those questions when he reached out and cupped her breasts. A bolt of heat passed through her with his touch.
“You’re not going to have any regrets about this, are you, Lennox?”
There was no way she could regret something that she felt was meant to be. “No regrets, Roland. Now or later.”
ROLAND HAD HEARD LENNOX’Sdeep indrawn breath when he’d sheathed himself in a condom. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she’d never seen a man put one on before. But he knew many men preferred doing it in private, so that might very well have been her experience. He, on the other hand, didn’t have a problem with a woman seeing for herself how he intended to protect them both during their sexual encounter.
Seeing her in bed, naked except for those stilettos, had made his arousal almost painful, and he couldn’t wait to take her in his arms. He loved touching her and desperately wanted to become acquainted with her whole body. Lennox Roswell was the kind of woman every man dreamed of.
She was his fantasy woman.
Roland wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He could actually feel the heat radiating off her body and it took everything he had to keep his control. When he eased her back, then moved over her, right between her thighs, he gritted his teeth at the sensation of flesh touching flesh.