The tension coiled in her belly again, tighter and hotter this time. She could feel it building, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then he shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, and the wave crashed over her, a blinding, world-shattering release. He followed her over the edge with a guttural cry, burying himself deep inside her as he shuddered helplessly.
He collapsed against her, his body heavy and hot and perfect. For a long moment, they lay tangled together on the desk, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the distant music from the festival.
Eventually, Ben stirred.
“We should go home.”
“Mm. Probably.” She made no move to get up. “Your desk is more comfortable than I expected.”
“The nest is better.”
“True.” She stretched luxuriously beneath him. “But that requires moving.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“You’ve been carrying me all night.”
“And I’ll keep carrying you for as long as you let me.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans before reaching for her. “Come on, sweetheart. Up you go.”
She let him pull her to her feet, wincing slightly as sore muscles made themselves known. He retrieved her dress and helped her back into it, his touch gentle despite the urgency that had consumed them just minutes ago.
“There.” He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Beautiful as ever.”
“Liar. I’m sure I look like I just got ravished on your desk.”
“You do.” His grin was unrepentant. “It’s a good look on you.”
“Beast.”
“Bunny, actually.”
Before she could respond, he scooped her up again—one arm under her knees, the other behind her back, cradling her against his chest like she was something infinitely precious.
“I really can walk,” she pointed out.
“And I really don’t want you to.” He carried her out of the office, back through the darkened kitchen, and out into the cool night air. “Humor me.”
“Fine.” She snuggled closer, hiding her smile against his shoulder. “But only because you’re warm.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
They moved through the quiet streets, the festival’s distant music a soft counterpoint to their breathing. She let her eyes drift closed, content to let him carry her through the darkness, trusting him completely to get them home safe.
“Ben?”
“Hmm?”
“That was…” She searched for the right word. “Unexpected.”
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Good unexpected or bad unexpected?”
“Very, very good unexpected.” She opened her eyes to look up at him. “I like you desperate.”
“I usually have more control.” His ears flicked back with what might have been embarrassment. “But when you bit my neck like that…”
“Mating season,” she said knowingly.
“Partly.” He adjusted his grip on her, pulling her closer. “Mostly just you. You make me lose control in ways I didn’t know were possible.”
