Eternally Yours by Brenda Jackson Page A

it. “I want you to leave, Clayton,” she said unconvincingly between their kisses.
    “I’m staying, Syneda.”
    He picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the sofa. Sitting down, he again placed her in his lap and continued kissing her.
    “Stay then,” she muttered against his moist lips. “Just as long as you know I’m mad.”
    “Stay mad,” he responded, against the angry quiver he felt while tasting her bottom lip. He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Nothing brings out passion quicker than anger.”
    “Then this weekend should be rather interesting since we argue most of the time, Madaris.”
    He traced the line of her lips with his finger. “Not this weekend,” he replied easily. “For the next two days, we’re going to spend time doing something else. We’ll argue the next weekend we spend together.”
    Syneda gazed up at him, wanting to remind him that this would be their only weekend together. Instead, she pulled his face down and kissed him long and deeply.
    Clayton stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Once there he gently placed her on the bed. The colorful bedcover was pulled back invitingly. He stood back to look down at her.
    “I’m not a very good hostess. I didn’t even offer you a drink,” Syneda said silkily.
    “You offered me something a whole lot better and definitely more precious.”
    “What?”
    “Yourself.”
    His words made what little control Syneda had slip even further. It was evident that he wanted her. His body was growing hard with desire. He reached down and drew her up slowly toward him. His lips touched hers lightly at first, nibbling at her mouth softly.
    Syneda moaned as she opened her mouth fully to him and tightened her arms around his neck. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and met his, returning his kiss with an intensity and hunger that he absorbed.
    Syneda, Clayton discovered, had an intensely passionate nature and it set him on fire. A tremor inside him heated his thighs and groin. Pulling her into his arms, he ran his hands over the slender curves of her body through her clothes, bestowing kisses on her that were more hot and demanding than any of his others had been.
    Still holding her, he swept back the bedcovers with a one-handed motion, and placed her on the mauve-colored sheet, gently coming down on top of her. They kissed again. No words needed to be spoken.
    Syneda clung to Clayton, kissing him with as much hunger as he was kissing her. Everything was swept from her mind except him and how he was making her feel.
    Clayton was driven by a need to become a part of her. He undressed her quickly, removing every stitch of her clothing. When she lay unclothed before him, he let his hands glide over to the slender curves of her body.
    Syneda’s breath caught. She closed her eyes. A flash of blazing heat roared within her. “Clayton.” She whispered his name in a yearning urgency.
    “I’m here, baby. The only place I’m going is inside of you.”
    His words made her sizzle. She reached up and pulled his head down to her, capturing his mouth with hers. She conveyed to him in her kiss just how much she wanted him.
    Clayton’s breath grew ragged. He felt possessive, protective and vulnerable. Those feelings were strange to him, but for some reason, quickly acceptable. With their mouths still joined, he somehow managed to unbutton his shirt. However, he had to break their kiss to completely remove it.
    “Clayton, please,” Syneda pleaded. She wanted him. She wanted his hands on her, she wanted his kisses.
    “Just a second, sweetheart,” he breathed against her neck as he tugged on the belt to his pants with shaking hands. He removed the foil packet from his pocket. He intended to take every precaution to keep her safe.
    Moments later Syneda gazed at the magnificent nude male body before her. “You’re beautiful, Clayton.”
    He grinned broadly, rejoining her in bed. “Thank you. You’re beautiful,