“Perfect.”Picking up her wine and his bottle of beer, she carried them to the coffee table while Ben turned down the lights and punched pay-per-view buttons on the remote.In moments, the movie started up.
They sat, and Ben pulled the coffee table close so they could put up their feet.When he drew her under his arm, she didn’t protest, and he settled back in pleasure.
In the darkened room, the movie ran.He held her yet pressed for nothing further.He knew she was exhausted, emotionally upset, and she didn’t need a ham-handed Neanderthal pawing at her.For tonight, he forced himself to be content to simply hold her.And the effort took an iron will.
All the while his manhood stayed hard and throbbing.
Her breasts pressed into his side and he imagined caressing them, plucking at them gently with his mouth.He struggled not to fidget, but he wanted to see them, taste them.
With her head tucked into his neck, it took only a small movement to touch his lips to the precious spot where her hairline met her temple.Inhaling her scent, he closed his eyes.She smelled like summer flowers.
“No kissing,” she said, drowsy.“Remember?”
“That wasn’t a kiss,” he said.“I was merely smoothing your hair back with my mouth.”
Her eyelids at half-mast, she didn’t argue.
So, he did it again, this time lingering.
She relaxed deeper into his body.Within fifteen minutes, Sarah’s eyes closed and her breathing became even and regular.Although he wanted to, Ben was careful not to tighten his hold.It seemed he couldn’t get close enough to her.Couldn’t touch her enough.He wanted to breathe her so deeply into his lungs she became a part of him.
She was unique.A special being unlike any other.She was Sarah.
And in only three days of knowing her, he’d gone from lusting after her to becoming completely obsessed with her.
He felt a goofy smile steal over his face.If the guys at the office could see him now, they’d never stop the ribbing.
Not that he cared.Sarah Lang trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, and that knowledge couldn’t have brought him more gratification.Because she was Sarah.
And soon, she’d be his.
Chapter Twenty-Two
It was one of the mostdifficult things he’d ever done, but Ben carried a sleeping Sarah to the guest room, laid her on the bed, took off her boots, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and left the room.
He longed to lie beside her, hold her, waken her with a gentle kiss, and make even more gentle love to her, yet he knew it wasn’t the right time.Not for her.
