With one satisfying thrust, he entered her. He slowly started to move , and her hips met him thrust for thrust.
“More,” she whimpered. “Please, Ben. I need more.”
His hips moved faster, his thrusts more intense. He reached between them to rub his thumb on her clit.
“Come for me, baby.”
And she did. Her orgasm crashed through her, but still he pounded into her. The friction only fueled her orgasm, drawing it out until she thought the tide of pleasure would kill her. Ben tensed and then roared through his own orgasm. They rode out their ecstasy together. Then he collapsed on top of her, careful to brace the bulk of his weight on his legs and arms.
Their pants were heavy and eliminated the need to speak. She held him, relishing in the warmth of his body next to hers. Being with him was everything she could have hoped for and didn’t know she needed. He rested his head against her chest, and her fingers caressed his hair. After several minutes, he stiffened and raised his head.
“Oh, shit. No condom.”
Paige felt her eyes widen, stunned she’d forgotten that important detail. “Um, well, I’m on the pill, and there hasn’t been anybody in a long time. Like so long, I may actually be a virgin again.”
She expected him to laugh or even smile at her lame attempt at humor. Instead, he sobered.
“I’m sorry, Paige. I never want to be careless with you, but I swear to you, I’m clean. .”
She placed a hand against his cheek. “Do you wish we hadn’t...?”
“Hell, no, but I never want to take advantage of you or make you uncomfortable in any way. Baby, I’m—”
She raised her head and kissed him briefly.
“What was that for?”
Paige smiled. “It was the only way I could think of to stop you from apologizing again. It’s okay, Ben. I know you would never hurt me, and I’m protected. Then we’ll both be less careless with protection the next time.”
His lips curved in a devilish smile. “Next time?”
“And next time. And the next.”
“Do you mind if I rest first? The last time threw me for a loop.”
He rolled to lay on the mattress and pulled her on top of him. He reached for a blanket at the bottom of his bed and pulled it over them.
Her smile radiated contentment. “It was pretty amazing.”
“The timing could have been better with all you have going on.”
She shook her head. “It was perfect. Whatever happens with my situation…it changes nothing with us. I won’t allow it.”
“That makes two of us. Rest, baby. We have a big day tomorrow, and I want to make love to you twice more before then.”
She placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. “Just twice? You disappoint me, Ben Weston. I thought a Legend would be up for so much more.”
“Oh, I am, baby. More than you know.”
Chapter Nineteen
Paige’s eyes appeared too wide and deep gray against her ashen face. Ben wanted to hold her, but he settled for holding her hand. The simple touch was enough to stir his desire, but he tapped it down. His attraction wasn’t as important as demonstrating he was there for her.
Seeing the room through her eyes, he understood how overwhelmed she must feel. When the Legends and Atlas worked a case, everyone talked over everyone else, and people volunteered at random to run down leads. It was hard to keep up with who was whom when so much was happening all at once, especially for someone not used to their dynamic.
They congregated in Jackson’s house around his dining room table even though it wasn’t large enough to accommodate them all. His brothers were there along with Reagan and English. Their group included men from Atlas Security — Jackson’s Army buddy and the company’s owner Alex Crandell, Turner Drake, who preferred to be called by his last name, PJ Kline, who rarely told anyone what the initials stood for, and two others Ben had never worked with before, Remi Corteman, a woman as unique as her name, and Ridge Henley, who communicated through grunts and nods more than words.
“Paige, I know this is hard, but I think it would be best to start from the beginning. Would you share your story with everyone? ” Reagan urged her.
