“Because you are not like any woman I’ve ever known. I play pretend when I’m working, but I’m not pretending with you. I’m not using you. I want to get to know you. ”
“I want that too.”
Their gazes held, and then Ben lowered his head. His tongue teased the seam of her lips until her mouth opened. Then his tongue swirled inside, tangling with hers and tasting the crevices of her mouth. She moaned and clung to him, passion burning within her and spreading throughout her body with the speed of a forest fire. His lips were firm but gentle. Paige moaned as he deepened the kiss, his hand caressing her back as he held her flush against him. Her fingers swirled in the curly strands of his hair, the texture soft.
“Ben,” she breathed against his mouth, his rich, woodsy scent enveloping her .
“Paige, I…” His voice trailed away as he kissed a trail down her cheek to her throat. His hand pulled at the neckline of her sleep shirt, so his lips could trace the curve of her shoulder.
“Hmm,” she purred. “That feels amazing.”
He retraced the path until his mouth paused over the pulse in her neck. “You feel and taste amazing.”
He kissed her again as a hand slipped underneath her shirt. His hand slid from her waist to her rib cage, the gentle touch raising goosebumps on her skin. Then his hand cupped her breast, his palm kneading the tender flesh. His thumb circled the taunt nipple, and need curled in her belly.
Pulling away, he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Holding her breast, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began his tender assault. He nipped the sweet flesh, then soothed it with a delicate swipe of his tongue. He sucked on the nub until she moaned and arched her back . He repeated the process with her other nipple, dividing his attention between the two until she was writhing in his arms.
“Ben. Oohhh!”
The sensations building within her were powerful, almost too much to bear, but she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. The need to touch him propelled her hands to explore. She ran her fingers along the planes of his abs and chest. When she touched his nipples, she gave them a tweak and smiled at the deep groan rumbling from Ben’s throat.
“Ben,” she moaned. “Please.”
He raised his head to capture her lips in a hard, devastating kiss. “What do you want, baby?” His voice was rough and husky, and her insides melted.
“Make love to me. I want you, Ben.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She held tight as he kissed her, moving into his room without breaking the contact. Damn, this man could kiss. He carried her to the edge of his bed and then lowered her to her feet. The feel of her breasts sliding against his chest was delicious torture.
Her hands ran over his broad shoulders, down his chest, over his abdomen, and stopped on his waist. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants. Her tongue swiped across her lips.
“What are you waiting for?” He teased her, but his tone was rough, like he was holding to his control by a thread.
She lowered his pants gradually, his hard cock popping out hard and eager. He stepped out of his pants, and she gripped his cock, licking the tip. She smiled at his groan and enclosed her lips over him, her hand squeezing the base. His skin felt like velvet, and the taste of him tantalized her tongue. Her hands reached around to grip his firm buttocks, squeezing them as she sucked him deep in her throat.
“Nope!”
He stepped back until his cock fell from her mouth. He lifted her to her feet, then swept her in his arms. They shared a steamy kiss, and Paige thought she might combust with need.
“Why did you stop me?” Her lips curved into a pout.
“Because I wouldn’t have lasted if you kept that up. And I have something else in mind for our first time.”
He placed her gently on the mattress, then took his time drawing her sleep shorts and panties down her legs. He settled between her thighs, his smile hungry.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
When his mouth tasted her core, she writhed in ecstasy. Her hands squeezed fistfuls of the bedspread. His lips latched on to her clit and sucked. Her hips bucked, a moan escaping her lips. He placed an arm over her hips to hold her still as he continued to feast. Waves of exquisite pleasure rolled through her until everything around her faded away, leaving only Ben and all the ways he made her body sing.
When his fingers joined the act, her orgasm built to a frantic height. One then two slipped inside her channel, fingertipscurling to find her delicate G spot. She exploded, pure bliss coursing through her as she rode the intensity of her orgasm. Ben’s fingers continued to tantalize her while his eyes studied her.
“God, you’re breathtaking,” he said as she came down from her high, feeling wonderfully drained.
“I would like to say something equally as complimentary, but my brain isn’t functioning at the moment.” Her breath came in short pants, punctuating her words.
Ben crawled up her body, claiming her lips. She was shocked at how quickly her desire rose within her . Her legs encircled his waist, her arms around his neck. He positioned his cock at her entrance, the tip brushing her clit. Her moan was deep and guttural. Her fingers dug into the skin at his back, sliding down a bit harder than necessary, but the pain mixed with their pleasure seemed to spur him on.
