“I’m protected. During my last medical, I got the hormonal injection.”
“I’ve already explained my position.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“No.” He shook his head, even as his hand betrayed him. He traced her full lower lip, desperate to kiss her properly.
“I want to know what it’s like to be with you. What if you gave me one night?”
“Is that your proposition?”
“Yes, and I don’t see what we could possibly have to lose by coming to such an agreement. One night is not a relationship.”
No, it wasn’t, and this need to be with her would continue to rage unless he gave into it.
“Give me twenty-four hours, Ben.”
“This is rather sudden.”
“After thirty-two years, and months of us sleeping together, you’re calling my offer sudden?” She giggled. “That’s hysterical.”
He leaned in, brushed his lips over hers and tasted her happiness.
“Now that’s a start. Seal the deal with another kiss, and I’ll give you twenty-four hours of hot sex, even though I have no idea how to do that.”
He chuckled, beyond tempted. One day, and no commitment. Every man’s dream, and certainly his. His resolve slid away. “I want my own personal game of strip poker.”
“You’ve got it.”
His cock hardened further and he allowed his true desire its head. With his mouth lowered to hers, he urged her lips apart, and from one heart-stopping breath to the next, gave himself over to the need that had raged within him for so long. He caressed her sides, roamed down and scooped her bottom.
“Is that a deal?” She seized his arms and clung to him.
“Yes, because it’s impossible to say no to you. But if you change your mind, say the word and I’ll stop.” He kissed her again, so deeply their breath mingled as one and did crazy things to his thoughts. She was the only woman he’d ever wanted. Now he was about to get his wish. One day, with the chance to learn her body so he no longer craved her. The perfect answer to his dreams.
Saria clawed Ben closer. He was actually kissing her, and about to do so much more.
“We’ll take things slowly,” he murmured. “You’ll tell me what you like, or what you don’t like. What you’d prefer for me to do, or not do.”
With painstaking slowness, he grazed a finger along the gap between her yellow sleep-shorts and singlet tee. Her tummy tensed in expectation. “Nothing is off limits, except stopping.”
“So I can touch you wherever I please?” He rolled her top up, exposed her entire midriff then bent his head. His warm breath sizzled across her skin and sent an equally delicious heat pulsing through her core.
“Everywhere will please me. Can I touch you too?” She sank her fingers into his tousled blond hair and gasped as he licked around her belly button.
“Yes, please.” He nipped in a line upward until his nose brushed the underside of her breasts. He cupped one mound through her thin top and thumbed the peaking tip. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Ditto.”
He sucked her nipple, drawing both it and the cloth into his mouth. Hot. Then he caught her hand, turned it over and kissed her palm in the sweetest caress. Her heart melted as he lifted his gaze to her and smiled. “The sat phone’s ringing.”
“What?” Oh, heck it must be her sister. How on earth had she forgotten about Lydia’s promised call? The sat phone buzzed and vibrated on the bed. She snatched it up, a whole lot out of breath as she answered, “Hey, did you land already?”
“Sure did. We’re all safe and sound.” The chopper’s blades whirred down in a gentle hum in the background.
“Sorry to make you call, but it really—” She gasped as Ben stroked down the center of her neck and between the valley of her breasts where her top dipped. A seriously hungry look lit his eyes.
“But really what, sis?” Lydia asked.
Ben swept her bodice to the side then eased his hand inside. Grinning, he filled his palm with her flesh. “So beautifully soft. I’ve never felt the like before.” One dark, sexy tone.
“Saria, is that Ben? He’s never felt the like of what before?”
She dragged her thoughts back to her sister. “Yes, it’s Ben, and he’s never felt a woman’s breast before.”
“What?” A tapping echoed down the line as if Lydia rapped on the earpiece. “I think there’s something wrong with this connection. I swear you just said Ben and breast in the same sentence. That can’t be right.”
“Got to taste you.” He licked her nipple, so sensuously slow. “That’s good, real good.”
“Who’s got to taste what, sis?” Lydia asked.