Brenda Jackson [Westermorelan Wrapped in Pleasure (epub)

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.Mesmerized.Hypnotized.Suddenly consumed with lust of the worst kind.An African-American woman had gotten out of a late-model car and was bending over, taking something out of the trunk.All he could see was her backside but that was enough.He doubted he could handle anything else right now.The pair of shorts she wore stretched tightly across the sexiest bottom he had ever seen—and during his thirty-four years he had seen plenty.But never like this and never this generous.And definitely never this well-defined and proportioned.What he was looking at was a great piece of art with all the right curves and angles.Without very much effort, he could imagine her backside pressed against his front as they slept in a spoon position.A smile curved his lips.But who would be able to sleep cuddled next to a body like hers? His gaze moved to her thighs.They were shapely, firm and perfectly contoured.For an unconscious moment he stood rooted in place, gazing at her through the window.Reason jolted his lust-filled mind when she pulled out one large piece of luggage and a smaller piece.He frowned, then decided he would worry about the implications of the luggage later.He wanted to see the rest of her for now.No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than she closed the trunk and turned around.It took only a split second for heat to course through his body, and he registered that she was simply gorgeous.Strikingly beautiful.As she continued to toy with her luggage, his gaze began toying with her, starting at the top.She had curly, dark brown hair that tumbled around her honey-brown face and shoulders, giving her a brazenly sexy look.She had a nicely rounded chin and a beautifully shaped mouth.He reluctantly moved his gaze away from her mouth and forged a path downward past the smooth column of her throat to her high round breasts, then lower, settling on her great-looking legs.The woman was one alluring package.Jamal shook his head, feeling a deep surge of regret that she had obviously come to the wrong cabin.Deciding he had seen enough for one day—not sure his hormones could handle seeing much more—he moved away from the window.Opening the door, he stepped outside onto the porch.He was tempted to ask if he could have his way with her—once, maybe twice—before she left.Instead he leaned in the doorway and inquired in a friendly yet hot-and-bothered voice, “May I help you?”Delaney Westmoreland jerked up her head, startled.Her heart began racing as she stared at the man standing on the porch, casually leaning in the doorway.And what a man he was.If any man could be described as beautiful, it would be him.The late-afternoon sun brought out the rich caramel coloring of his skin, giving true meaning to the description of tall, dark and handsome.Her experience was limited when it came to men, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know this man was sexy as sin.This man would cause a girl to drool even with a dry mouth.Amazing.He was tall, probably six foot three, and was wearing a pair of European-tailored trousers and an expensive-looking white shirt.To her way of thinking he was dressed completely out of sync with his surroundings.Not that she was complaining, mind you.His hair, straight black and thick, barely touched the collar of his shirt, and dark piercing eyes that appeared alert and intelligent were trained on her, just as her gaze was trained on him.She blinked once, twice, to make sure he was real.When she was certain that he was, she forced her sanity to return and asked in a level yet slightly strained voice, “Who are you?”A moment of silence passed between them before he responded.“I should be asking you that question.” He moved away from the doorway and stepped off the porch.Feeling breathless but trying like hell not to show it, Delaney kept her eyes steady as he approached.After all, he was a stranger, and there was a good chance the two of them were all alone in the middle of nowhere.She ignored the foolish part of her mind that said, There’s nothing worse than not taking advantage of a good-looking opportunity.Instead, she gave in to the more cautious side of her mind and said, “I’m Delaney Westmoreland and you’re trespassing on private property.”The sexy-as-sin, make-you-drool man came to a stop in front of her, and when she tipped her head back to look up at him, a warm feeling coiled deep in her stomach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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