Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Oh, God, yes,” Bengot out.Despite wanting to go slow and tender with Sarah, he practically crashed on top of her.After days and nights of longing for her, he couldn’t believe it when she simply slid onto his desk and made her sultry offer.Suddenly consumed by the prospect of making love to her, Ben felt his heart jackhammer in his chest.
He couldn’t help himself and, gathering her slim body into his arms, took her mouth by storm.She felt like heaven.She smelled of warm honey and summer flowers.Her taste was clean and sweet.And her skin, he could not get enough.
Under his hands her back felt silky smooth.Her breasts pressed to his chest and the clothing between them became unbearable.
He reached behind her to unhook her bra and she helped him by sliding her arms free.As she threw the undergarment onto the floor, her perfect breasts bounced.As he’d guessed, they were a natural B cup, with light pink nipples, now puckered, hard as pebbles and begging for the touch of his lips.
“Like what you see?”she teased, repeating the line he’d used on her.
He caught her breasts in his hands.They were firm and luscious, as he knew they’d be.“Yes, yes, yes!”Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he laved first one, then the other, using his tongue to encircle her areola.
Delighting him, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his camouflage pants.Just as impatient as she was, he didn’t bother with the buttons and yanked it over his head.Before he could toss it aside, her fingers were already working at his belt buckle.
He gazed at her face and nearly laughed in joy.Her expression was one of feminine desire mixed with serious concentration.She wanted him—Ben Paxton—-and no other.It was the moment he’d yearned for, now here at last.Sarah did nothing by half measure.Undressing him had become a solemn goal she must accomplish.He grinned at her intensity.
“What are you chuckling about?”she said.“I’m having trouble with this damn belt.Help me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.“Anything the little lady wants.”Taking hold of his belt, he yanked it free.The buckle hit the floor with a clank.
Instantly her fingers went to his cargo pants snap and then began working to lower his zipper.
Watching her, Ben held his breath.He couldn’t wait to feel her cool fingers wrapped around his manhood, and she seemed so single minded about it.Incredible.He couldn’t help it.He was thrilled.His penis swelled, hard and throbbing.
This was the same woman who’d told him only days agono more kissing, now transformed into this sexy vixen, suddenly eager to get into his pants?He was having trouble reconciling the two.
Not that he was going to argue.
Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he made room for himself between her spread legs.Easing her down onto her back, he laid on top and ground against her sex.She gave up on his cargo pants and drew his head to hers.Spearing her hands through his hair, she urged his face close.
Ben kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth and finding hers in a dance as old as time.She was breathless, frantic, and her need sparked fire to race through his veins, inflamed his nerve endings.It seemed so unreal.Thatthiswoman, thatSarahwanted him.
“Sarah.”Like a prayer, he breathed her name into her neck.“You really are mine now.”
She gave him a sexy half smile.“I always was.”
Delight shot through him.He levered himself up, feet back on the floor, his hands going to her jeans.Undoing them, he pulled them down her thighs and she laughed at his haste.
“You have to rid me of my boots or these jeans will never come off.”She got up on her elbows, her hair tousled around her face.
“Oh, right.”He scooted her to the edge of the desk and yanked off her boots.Throwing them over his shoulder, they hit the floor against the wall.Next, he worked at her jeans, peeling them down to reveal her tiny thong underwear, shell pink like her bra.Cupping her sex with his hand, his middle finger found her clitoris and he gave the tender place tiny rubs.Dampness spread on the panties.Her breath caught.Her beautiful eyes were half closed and darkened.
Crouching, he drew the thong from her hips, kissing every inch of skin as they went.When at last they were discarded, and she was completely nude, he gently pushed her back.
Late afternoon sunlight slanted in through an upper window, bathing Sarah in golden light.It glowed on her skin, emphasized her cheeks, the delicacy of her collarbones, the sharp points of her nipples.It streaked over her flat belly and slender thighs.Her hair spread around her in all its beauty, and Ben stood looking at her for long seconds, unable to blink.
