Dreams of Forever: Seduction, Westmoreland StyleSpencer's Forbidden Passion

by Brenda Jackson

  A part of her couldn’t believe this was happening or that she was letting it happen. It was as if she’d given up any willpower she had, giving him the liberty to latch on to her mouth, to taste her senseless, to touch her in a way that had a rush of heat flooding her body. Never had she experienced a kiss so intimate, pleasurable, one that had her insides tingling all the way down to her toes. Beneath the onslaught of his mouth she felt breathless, weak in the knees, consumed with desire.

  She suddenly realized Spencer had slid her slacks down to her knees and was gripping the bare flesh of her behind that the thong she was wearing didn’t cover.

  She felt herself slowly falling, then realized that wasn’t the case, it was Spencer easing her down onto the sofa. And, as if it had a mind of its own, her body became supple, receptive and nonresistant in his arms. When she felt the soft cushions at her back she opened her eyes and looked up into his at the same time he pulled his mouth away to slip a hand beneath her head. His face hovered above hers as he shifted their bodies to a more comfortable position and lay half propped over her.

  Her heart began beating at an alarming rate and the urgency she felt within her couldn’t be held at bay. Their faces were close and their gazes were locked. She detected his change in breathing the same moment she detected her own.

  Slowly he leaned forward, softly whispered her name before capturing her lips, playfully nibbling, licking and sensuously torturing them with his tongue and teeth. What he was doing elicited a fierce reaction from her and she closed her eyes against the sensations ripping through her, fearful of losing her sanity.

  And then he was kissing her again, even more intensely than before, sweeping her away on a turbulent storm that made a guttural moan escape her lips. And just like before, she kissed him back, needing the taste of him, wanting to be physically close to him. She would probably regret all of this later, but for now, she accepted what she wanted and what she needed.

  Drugged by desire, she returned his kiss with a passion and hunger she hadn’t known till now. In his arms she turned brazen, wanton. Only Spencer had the ability to rob her of common sense and replace it with something so addictive she couldn’t think straight.

  The moment she felt cool air hit her skin, she realized he had lifted her blouse, and before she could give a moan of protest, he moved his lips from her mouth to undo the front clasp of her bra with his teeth. The moment her bra fell open and her breasts escaped confinement, he was there, greedily taking one into his mouth, his tongue lavishing pleasure of the most erotic kind.

  Then she felt his hand ease inside her thong and possessively clutch her feminine mound just seconds before his fingers stroked her, making her wetter than she was before. She moaned out his name although she tried holding it back.

  What he was doing to her down south, coupled with his mouth on her breasts up north was having one tremendous effect and she felt herself floating on a sensuous wave. Nothing she and Robert had done had ever escalated her to this degree of passion. This was foreplay at its finest and experiencing this kind of intimacy nearly shattered her brain cells. She closed her eyes, thinking she’d been dead wrong. He was her type in more ways than one. He was sharing with her the kind of passion she hadn’t known she possessed. Forbidden passion. Hidden passion. He was exposing it and making her aware that not only did it exist but it was his for the taking.

  And then he shifted his attention to her other breast while his fingers remained between her legs relentlessly stroking her. She opened her eyes, willing her strength back, but she felt as though she was drowning in delicious waves that were completely overwhelming her, possessing her, forcing her to acknowledge his power over her.

  He finally let go of her breast and before she could say anything, he captured her mouth again. He interwove his tongue with hers, mated thoroughly, extensively, completely.

  Suddenly he pulled back, rested his forehead against hers, breathing in deeply. She had a feeling that, like her, he was fighting hard to reclaim a normal heartbeat, which wasn’t easy. Moments later he looked down at her, and she felt herself falling deeper into the intensity of his gaze.

  “Tell me,” he whispered hotly against her lips. “Tell me you were wrong and that I am your type, your perfect match in every way.”

  After the way he had made her feel, Donnay felt weak enough to say anything he wanted to hear, but another part of her knew if she did what he asked then he would always consider her putty in his hands. With the strength and willpower that had deserted her earlier, she refused to give in to what he wanted and stubbornly shook her head and said in as firm and absolute a voice as she could, “What I just experienced meant nothing. I still say you aren’t my type and we are far from being a perfect match.”

  “Meant nothing?” He gazed down at her, narrowed his eyes for a fraction of a second and then, to her surprise, moments later smile lines replaced the frown. “Then I will have to work at changing your mind about that, Chardonnay. I hope you’re prepared because I love a challenge.”

  She glared at him. “You can try.”

  A smile spread from one corner of his lips to the other, and he said, “Don’t think for one minute that I won’t.”

  * * *

  After Spencer opened the rear door to the limousine for Donnay, she hung back. “You aren’t riding in the limo to take me home, are you?” she asked with a serious frown on her face.

  He met her gaze. “That’s my plan.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Then change it, because it’s really not necessary.”

  “I believe that it is. Your mother and grandmother have enough to worry about with your grandfather’s illness. They shouldn’t have to worry about you, too.”

  “They won’t, since they know I can take care of myself,” she threw over her shoulder as she slid into the back seat of the car.

  “Can you?” he asked, easing into the seat beside her. She scooted over, putting distance between them.

  He laughed. “If I wanted to bite, Chardonnay, I would have done so earlier tonight when I had the chance.”

  His words reminded her of one of the places his teeth had been and the hardened tips of her nipples began throbbing in response to the memory. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t forget the skill of his fingers. She immediately glanced out the window so he wouldn’t see her blush. The man had a tendency to say whatever it was that pleased him.

  Sensing that his eyes were glued to her, she continued looking out the window as the driver pulled away from his cottage. A part of her was mortified at all the things she had allowed Spencer to do to her tonight, but then another part had been deliciously pleased, although she would never admit such to him.

  “Don’t forget you only have forty-eight hours to give me your decision, Chardonnay.”

  That statement made her turn toward him. Then she wished she hadn’t. In the dimly lit backseat of the car they were separated from the driver’s vision by a deeply tinted glass plate. They could see the driver but he couldn’t see them. Spencer was lounging casually against the seat in what she assumed he thought was a comfortable position. Personally she thought it was a thoroughly sexy position and, to make matters even worse, his gaze was fixed on her.

  Tension, as well as desire, began swelling up within and she dragged in a deep breath to force both back down. She knew at that moment that he was someone she should not get involved with, let alone contemplate marrying. Somehow, she would get out of this mess she had gotten both her and her family in. The last thing she wanted was to be under Spencer’s control, because whether she admitted it to him or not, the man had proven tonight that he was more than just her type. He had shown just how easy it would be to lose control and give in to him during a weak moment—and she could see herself having plenty of those types of moments with him.

  “I need more time than forty-eight hours.
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  “I’m truly sorry you think that, but that’s all the time you’re getting. You’d have to agree that the plans I have to improve and expand the winery are pretty good ones.”

  “That isn’t the only thing that concerns me,” she said, breaking eye contact with him to glance back outside the car’s window.

  “It should be. Whether you want to admit it or not, I’ve already proven we’re compatible.”

  She turned back and glared at him. “You’ve proven no such thing. It was simply a kiss and a little fondling that got out of hand.”

  He started to speak again, stopped and then chuckled before saying, “Think whatever you want. I’m sure the decisions you have to make are rather hard for you, and it’s obvious your family depends on you to make the right ones for them. But consider this one thing, Chardonnay. Will you be worse off with me…or without me?”

  * * *

  Conversation between them had stopped several minutes ago and Spencer assumed she was huddled in her corner of the limo angrily sulking. But he should have known that a woman as tough and stubborn as Chardonnay didn’t sulk. She had fallen asleep.

  He could take that two ways. Either she had gotten bored with him or he had tired her out earlier. And she wanted him to believe she’d merely considered it to be a kiss and a little fondling.

  He leaned back against the seat as he continued to watch her, thinking she was definitely a sleeping beauty. His stomach knotted when he was assailed by a wave of memories of what had transpired between them earlier that night. Unfamiliar emotions filled him. He wanted more times like that with her, and he wanted the opportunity to take it further without any thoughts of stopping. He wanted her in his bed.

  A shudder suddenly raced through him with that obsession. He’d never been so taken with a woman before. He had given her forty-eight hours, but in his mind she was already his, and what she didn’t know was that he would move heaven or hell to have her. When they had lain together on the sofa, her lithe body had seemed the perfect fit for his and they hadn’t even connected intimately yet. Just the thought of being inside her sent previously checked emotions flooding all through him. Everything he was feeling was new to him. New, as well as troubling.

  He sighed deeply as he continued to watch her sleep, trying to remember the last time he’d done such a thing. With Lynette Marie perhaps? He truly didn’t think so. And if he had, it hadn’t been with such intensity and concentration as he was doing at this precise moment. Nor with such longing. She evoked a desire and need within him so strong that even now he was tempted to pull her into his arms and wake her in one rather delicious way. And when the chauffeur turned down the mile-long, scenic lane that would carry them to her home, he thought, Why the hell not?

  He slid across the seat closer to her, gently caressed the side of her face with his fingertips. “Chardonnay, you’re home.”

  He watched as her eyes slowly opened. She stared at him, seeing how close his face was to hers. “Let’s kiss good-night before we get out of the car,” he urged in a voice that sounded deep and throaty to his ears.

  She continued to stare at him and for a minute he thought she would tell him where he could shove his kiss. Instead he noted the exact moment her breathing became labored. The exact moment her eyes became dilated with a need that mirrored his own.

  And when she eased her lips closer to his, the warmth of her breath touched him. He decided at that moment that this kiss would be slow and easy but filled with a fervor he wasn’t used to giving or sharing. Deciding he needed to hold her in his arms, hold the body he had possessed and claimed as his earlier, he shifted slightly and pulled her into his lap at the same time he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair before lowering his mouth hungrily to hers.

  The moment their mouths touched, connected, locked hard, a hot tide of sensations surged through him. When he felt his insides start to burn, he pulled her closer, and the degree of desire and his ravenous need nearly undid him. She had a taste that was more fulfilling than any meal he could ever eat. Unique, rich and overpowering, it soothed a throbbing ache within him on one hand, and started an agonizing one on the other. He tried dragging his common sense to the forefront, forcing his body to get a grip. But the only grip he wanted was a tighter hold on her. The moment her tongue began dueling with his, pure exhilaration invaded his already fevered body.

  He shifted his hips and her right along with them, determined to stroke her bottom. Even through her slacks, cupping her in such a personal way had heat blazing through his veins, groans sounding deep in his chest. The next time they were together this way, he wanted her to wear a dress. It would make it easier when he undressed her. And he intended to undress her and touch her all over. He wanted to make love to every part of her body. Just thinking about all he wanted to do had him wound up tight as a coil.

  It was only times like this, when they were seeking mutual satisfaction, that they were on one accord and in tune with each other’s wants and needs, willing to give in to their desires. Whether she wanted to accept it or not, she was giving herself to him, had given herself to him earlier that evening. Her actions spoke louder than any words could have, so she might as well make up her mind to become his wife. Besides, he wasn’t going to listen to her refusal. He wanted to see that heat in her eyes again, hear her labored breath that signified she was as filled with desire as he was. He wanted to make her wet to his touch, sharing every kind of intimacy with her. He wanted to make her come while embedded deep within her.

  Deeply engrossed in the kiss, he hadn’t been aware the driver had brought the car to a complete stop until the man thumped on the top of the car. Spencer reluctantly broke off the kiss and pulled back and gazed down at her. There was nothing she could say. No denials, no accusations, no crying foul play. Not this time.

  She had wanted the kiss, had enjoyed it as much as he had and they both knew it. Besides, over the next forty-eight hours they both had a lot to think about. He needed to understand why he was swamped by emotions he hadn’t known he had. How this young wisp of a woman could overwhelm him the way she had, so quickly and deeply.

  “Forty-eight hours,” he whispered softly against her moist lips.

  Instead of the flaming retort he expected, she nodded and then pulled herself out of his arms, straightening her clothes. He watched her draw in a huge breath before glancing over at him. She exhaled slowly and said, “Are you sure you want me as a wife? I really don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

  He thought about all the satisfaction he’d gotten from what they’d shared back at his place and the limo ride home, all the satisfaction and fulfillment a future with her would bring, and countered by saying, “Yes, I want you as my wife, and I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

  Chapter 7

  Forty-eight hours.

  She had only ten of those left and she’d yet to make a decision.

  Donnay sighed as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry her body. She reassessed the predicament that she and her family were now facing, and although she didn’t want to admit it, marriage to Spencer was the only solution, especially after talking to her grandfather’s doctor yesterday. His condition was improving; however, sooner or later he would need the surgery, and the insurance company would deny paying for it since it was considered experimental treatment. That meant even if she opted for the loan, they would run the risk of not being able to keep up the mortgage payments.

  She then thought, as she finished dressing for the day, about the pros and cons of marrying Spencer. She would have to endure a loveless marriage, which was the main thing she couldn’t get past just yet. She would have to willingly subject herself to spending the rest of her life with a man who didn’t love her and would never love her. Given his attitude toward love, she wondered about the woman responsible for breaking his heart.
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  On the flip side, if she agreed to marry him, her family’s financial worries would be over. And the added plus was that he had agreed to take the winery to the next level. Staying a regional mom-and-pop operation had served its usefulness. In order to compete in a broader market and bring in a higher profit, changes needed to be made, and they were changes that could only come about with Spencer’s financial support.

  She sighed deeply, feeling like the sacrificial lamb. If she were to tell her mother and grandparents about Spencer’s outlandish proposal they would be outraged. On the other hand, if she were to waltz in and tell them she had fallen in love with him and planned to marry him, they would become suspicious anyway, since she had made it pretty clear that she detested the man.

  The good thing was that she hadn’t heard from Spencer since that night he had brought her home in the limo. She considered his absence a blessing. The last thing she needed was for him to further mess with her already muddled mind. With his hands she had been on the brink of her first real orgasm and just thinking about it had hot streaks of sensations rushing through all parts of her. One thing their marriage wouldn’t lack was passion. He had more in his mouth and fingers than most men had in their entire body. He wanted kids and she didn’t doubt he would have her pregnant within the first year. But then she had longed for kids, and a husband who would love her. Getting one out of two wasn’t so bad, she told herself.

  Her mind then went back to the passion. Spencer had touched her in ways she had never before been touched, making her feel things she’d never before felt. What happened to her whenever she was around him? Why was it so easy for him to entice her to indulge in things that she really didn’t want to do? And why was the thought of being married to him turning her on instead of turning her off?

  She knew one thing that was for certain, he was wiggling his way into her family’s affections. According to her grandmother and mother, he had visited with her grandfather at the hospital yesterday, and of course everyone thought it had been extremely kind of him to do so.