Neither did he. And the way she looked at him, with such longing and trust, seared his soul.
Plundering her breasts, he rolled one tip while he licked the other. He teased his teeth over her nipple then pulled it deep inside his mouth. His cock hardened further until the exquisite pressure below bordered on painful.
He kissed down her body to where her folds glistened. Definitely wet. Revealing more of her, he gripped her legs and spread them. She’d never be able to hide herself from him. “You’re so beautiful, Saria. I want to make you come, over and over.”
“Slow down.” She tangled her hands in his hair and held onto him. Her possessive grip soothed him, but slowed him down not one bit. He ducked his head and lashed her flesh. She wrapped her legs around him as she thrashed underneath. “Please, I don’t want to come without you.”
He clasped her hips then slowly moved his cock between her legs. Sliding himself along her folds, he lubricated himself with her slickness. “You want me here?”
“Yes, we’ll get to the other stuff you dream about later. Make me yours.” She clutched his butt and pulled him inside her.
“You’ll never be anyone else’s.” He kissed her, pounding hard. Her soft moans encouraged him, and he took her frantically, unable to hold back.
“Ben.” She raked his back as she cried his name.
“I’m right here.” He was lost as her inner muscles tightened and dragged him home. His thoughts flew and his release exploded violently along with hers. Deep within, he spilled himself until she’d wrung him dry.
With no strength remaining, he collapsed.
A more perfect moment, he’d never known.
She was his.
Chapter 4
Saria lay on the padded couch, Ben a delicious weight on top of her. His body was hard and packed with muscle, his shoulders and arms thick and strong. She blew gently over the light sheen of his sweat-dampened skin. “Ben, wake up.”
“Too heavy?” His voice was a mumble as he stirred.
“Yes, but in a wonderful way. I don’t want you to move.”
He eased up onto his elbows and looked into her eyes, so focused, in a way he’d never been before.
She wanted to kiss him, to make him hers forever.
“What are you thinking?” He stroked her cheek.
“That making love to you is very special.”
His cock twitched and lengthened inside her. “Say that again and we’ll soon get round two underway.”
“I want round two.” Did she ever.
“Saria.” A knock sounded on the door.
“Argh, my sister has the worst timing.” To Lydia, she yelled, “Don’t come in. I’m not decent, and neither is the sexy man lying on top of me.”
“If you’re not decent, I’m staying right here,” Lydia called back. “Dinner is served and you’re expected upstairs. That’s if you can extricate yourself from the so-called sexy man. Talk to you both soon.” She giggled and her footsteps faded away.
“We should join the others.” Ben nipped her lips. “You use the bathroom first, because if I’m in there with you, we’ll never leave the room.” He eased out of her then took her hands and helped her to her feet.
“Sure, but I expect more time with you later. You have dreams I want to explore, over and over.” She claimed a quick kiss then with an extra swing to her hips, sauntered into the bathroom. She searched the vanity’s top drawer, grabbed her wide-tooth comb and brushed out the frightful mess having fun with Ben made to her hair. She set a clip at each side, gold with a twinkling diamond, the set identical to one Lydia had too. Done, she opened the door and leaned naked against the bedroom wall. Ben wore black dress pants and a sky-blue shirt, his golden locks curling over the collar. “The bathroom’s all yours.”
“Thank you.” Rolling his shirtsleeves to the elbow, he strode past her and shut the door. From the other side, he muttered, “Make damn sure you’re dressed when I come back out, otherwise no food for you.”
“That’s hardly a threat.” She wriggled into a short white summer dress. Knotted lightly around the neck, the cotton ties tickled her back and made her feel as sexy as hell. Or that could have been the heated look in Ben’s blue eyes just moments ago when he’d passed her by.
Ben stepped out of the bathroom, clean-shaven and looking completely edible. She certainly wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of him. Instead, she slipped on five-inch racy-red heels and walked out of the room with her bodyguard one step behind.
“The back of that dress is quite low. One would think you’re not wearing a bra again.”
“I’m not.”
He stumbled and thumped into the wall. “Damn, I’m never going to get through dinner without laying my hands on you.”