The Wife He Needs - Brenda Jackson Page 0,42

normal when they returned to Fairbanks.

And for her to admit she’d wanted him long before now made desiring her even more acceptable to him. He didn’t have to feel guilty about seducing her when she’d let it be known she wanted to be seduced. Just to think, they’d had the hots for each other, but had kept it secret. Imagine all the times he had wanted her and could have had her.

“Yes, I want to touch you, but shouldn’t I take my clothes off, too?” she asked.

He nodded. “That might be a good idea because when you touch me, I’m going to want to touch you.”

She grinned over at him. “Please do.”

He’d been so used to the very professional, highly proficient Regan Fairchild that he’d have to adjust to the sexy woman reclining on that bed.

She eased up and pulled her top over her head and tossed it to join his T-shirt on the chair. Next came her black lace bra. She was taking her time unhooking it and he felt a stirring deep in the pit of his stomach as he watched her. Feeling a little impatient, he asked, “Need help?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve got this.”

When she removed her bra and tossed it aside to expose a pair of gorgeous breasts with delicious-looking, darkened nipples, his tongue tightened in this mouth.

“Now for these,” she said, working the leggings down her thighs. That left her clad in a pair of scanty, black lace panties.

“May I?” he asked.

She glanced over at him. “May you do what?”

“Take those off you?”

He watched how she drew in a deep breath as if his question had affected her. “If you want,” she said. To him the sound of her voice was breathlessly husky.

“Yes, I want.” Garth doubted she knew just how much he wanted.

He moved toward the bed and thought the same thing now that he’d thought when he’d seen her in her swimsuit. She had a gorgeous body. Seeing her small waist, flat tummy and a pair of long, beautiful legs made breathing difficult.

He felt heat in the tips of his fingers when he placed them beneath the waistband of her panties. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he touched her skin. When he slowly began easing the panties down her legs, anticipation took over his senses.

When he had uncovered her, Garth went completely still. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. Something passed through him, something akin to possession, which didn’t make sense. They weren’t in an exclusive relationship. All they would be sharing was an affair that would last only while they were here in Santa Cruz. Why did he need to remind himself of that?

“Garth?”

He shifted his gaze from her feminine mound to her face. “Who will do the touching first?”

He swallowed. The hell with touching, he wanted to taste her, but she might not be ready for that yet, so he said. “Ladies first.”

She evidently liked his answer. She crawled toward him and took him into her hands and cupped him. He knew he was a goner. “Not sure I’m going to last, Regan,” he said, gritting his teeth to keep from groaning aloud when she worked her fingers on him.

Deciding he needed to touch her while she was touching him, he took her breasts in his hands, loving the way they felt. Then he leaned forward and sucked a hardened nipple between his lips.

“Garth!”

He released her breast as she released him. “I need you, Regan.”

“And I need you. Now.”

An aura of sexual chemistry surrounded them. He’d known for almost a year that he wanted her, but he hadn’t expected to need her to this degree. Reaching over, he reached into the nightstand to retrieve a condom packet. He quickly ripped it open and sheathed himself, knowing she watched his every move.

Then, joining her on the bed, he straddled his body over hers. Her feminine scent fueled his desire. It had blood rushing fast and furious through his veins, causing a spike of heat to rush into his groin. Anticipation thickened the air and he bit back a guttural groan.

Leaning in, he captured her mouth with his, needing to taste her. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he eased his engorged shaft inside of her, feeling how her body stretched for him. Glancing down, he saw the glassy look in her eyes, and when she whispered, “Deeper,” he thrust hard, filling her totally and completely.

Garth gazed down at her and found her staring up at him. He