Free Essence of Desire by Brenda Jackson Page B

easily, and wasn’t surprised when while keeping his hands at his side he leaned down and swiped the side of her face with the tip of his tongue. “Behave,” she scolded.
    His husky chuckle sent shivers down her already aroused body. “If you expect me to behave then you don’t know me very well.”
    She looked up and met his gaze when she had finished the last button and proceeded to ease the shirt off his shoulders. She did know him very well. And because she knew him she knew exactly what he needed. Today, at this moment, he needed her. But she wasn’t conceited enough not to admit that in her own way, she needed him as well. However, she wouldn’t go so far as to think she was also in need of a complete makeover like him. She liked the way her life was going just fine. Two years without any kind of intimacy was no big deal for her, but going without, for even a month, was probably a big deal for him. For any man. Sex on a regular basis was just part of their nature.
    “Now for your socks and shoes,” she said, taking a step back.
    He grinned. “No fair. I took off yours.”
    “Do as you’re told. I promise to make it worth your while.”
    He held her gaze. “And I intend to hold you to that promise.”
    Robert sat on the edge of the huge Jacuzzi tub and removed his shoes and socks. He then stood and was at Roxie’s mercy again when her hands went to the waist of his slacks, specifically his zipper.
    When she had eased it all the way down, she glanced up at him beneath long lashes and a soft, warm smile on her lips. And at that moment he couldn’t help wondering if she and her ex had ever played any bedroom games like they were doing. If not, what a pity. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he knew that his own enjoyment level was at a tremendous high.
    “Nice set of tools, Noble.”
    The sound of her voice was sexy. “Glad you think so.” And when she reached her hands past the waistband of his slacks to cup him, he sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Her hands felt good on him. Her fingers were tracing a path up and down the full length of him as if taking stock of his size. And when she fondled his testicles, he almost groaned out loud.
    “I’m looking forward to working with these,” he heard her say.
    “Glad to hear it,” he murmured deep in his throat.
    He reopened his eyes when he felt her tug on his slacks, wanting them off his body. He was happy to oblige and pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Then he was standing in front of her as naked as she was. Not one to waste time, she held out her hands. “This is your makeover, Robert. I want to change your attitude, remind you what you’ve been missing, and how going without just doesn’t cut it for you. It makes you uptight, stoic, boring. I want the old Robert back. I want to be made love to by the old Robert.”
    Robert wondered if she knew what she was asking for since she’d never made love with the old Robert before. But he didn’t mind giving her what she thought she wanted and hoped she didn’t have any regrets.
    He closed the distance between them and instantly lowered his mouth to hers; kissing her with a hunger that he felt all the way to his bare toes. He felt something else as well. She was pressed against him so tight that he felt the hardness of her nipples pierce his chest, while at the same time his engorged sex was nestling between the warmth of her thighs.
    He couldn’t get enough of kissing her and when her hands wrapped around him, held him tight, he was helpless to do anything but lengthen the pleasure. And this was pleasure to the point of madness. The way her tongue was responding to his, interacting in a way that had his groin on fire. He could come just from kissing her.
    Not willing to risk that possibility, he broke off the kiss long enough to reach out and cup her breasts in his hands, just moments before taking a budded nipple into his mouth, wrapping around it with